His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) Read Free

rather she simply shrieked. She swore the pain danced all along her nerve endings, vibrating down her legs.
    “Oh, God!”
    “Are you ever allowed to instigate a fight? Again, is fighting allowed?” Three more strikes landed just below the first three.
    “No, Daddy.” She coughed on a sob, unable to hold it in any longer.
    “No. It. Isn’t!” He whipped the underside of her bottom, not stopping on three this time. She lost track of the number of licks he gave her. When the strap finally stilled, her pitiful cries rent the air.
    He rubbed her bottom, squeezing her flesh roughly. “Are you going to fight again, Sassy?”
    “Ow! Oh, G-god. Please stop rubbing, it hurts. N-no, I won’t fight again. I p-promise. Can we be done, p-please can we be done?”
    Dylan paused, long enough that she thought he might relent. “Who decides when punishment is over? Is it you, Sassy?”
    She felt like a blubbering child. “N-no!” Her voice broke into heartbroken sobs. It wasn’t her decision. But damn, she wished she could decide — just once.
    “Time to reinforce the lesson. These will be to your sit spots and thighs, girl.”
    It was always the worst part, and no mental preparation seemed to help. She just took a deep breath and on her exhale; he lashed her thighs and ass — hard. It didn’t last long, thankfully. She heard the belt clatter to the floor and his soothing murmurs above her. He kissed her temples, face, and hair, stroking and caressing her.
    Brittney swore she’d never think of fighting again. She’d remember this. But she knew, deep inside, that someone would upset her, and she’d forget. Maybe. Maybe this time she’d remember. Maybe this time his lesson would stick.
    “Jesus. I hope you’ve learned this time. I’m not going to be able to use the belt more than I did today. Next time you’ll be switched. Do you hear me?”
    “Y-yes, Sir. I won’t do it again, Daddy.”
    “I certainly hope so. I hate seeing my girl like this. Let’s get you up and cuddle a bit.”
    He undid the strap and handcuffs, helping her off the table. Scooping her up, he held her in his lap as he sat down in the nearby rocking chair. Brittney nestled her nose in his neck. She loved the smell of him, his slow, steady breathing, and the rhythm of his heart calming her. And even though there were days that she wondered why she submitted to all of it, there were also moments such as these that convinced her that this life was for her. The moments of peace that followed a punishment, the one hundred percent assuredness that he cared about her — not just about what she did, but about how she grew and matured as a person.
    Her Daddy loved her. He understood her insecurities, her weaknesses, and her foibles. It didn’t mean that he tolerated them all, or that he didn’t help her to try to improve on some of them, but it meant when she failed or did something stupid, she didn’t have to fear that he would leave her or be done with her. He only expected her to try her best to progress, and sometimes that meant he gave her incentive to move in a different direction in the future.
    “How’s my baby?” He kissed her forehead.
    “I’m okay. My bottom hurts awful.” She felt silly saying it, but knew he wouldn’t care.
    “I bet. Daddy wanted you to know he doesn’t like it when you’re fighting.” He ran the back of his knuckles lightly up and down her arm.
    “Well... you succeeded. Maybe too well.”
    Dylan laughed, squeezing her tightly. “My Sassy. I love you, baby. You know that, right?”
    “Yes, I do.” Brittney felt his cock under her — hard, hot, and pulsing. She shifted, rubbing her thigh against the sensitive flesh tenting his pants.
    “Sassy? I know what you’re doing. Stop.” He shifted her on his lap. “Besides, I want you on your knees, giving me a blow job.”
    Brittney sat up straighter to see if he was joking, but his face was grave. When he quirked an eyebrow at her, she practically leapt off