Being Their Baby (35 page)

Such things were an exciting concept.

But right now, Daddy was sitting at the table, finishing his own food, and surely about to teach her a lesson she’d never forget as soon as he was done.

She was miserable and distracted by the idea of more spanking, since she certainly thought yesterday’s belting (and the paddling from the day before) was as much as her still-tender bottom could handle. Especially now that her diaper had rubbed her skin raw. Apparently her expression looked sickly, because Josh put his hand across her forehead, then replaced it with his wrist for a better assessment.

“I’m putting you to bed early tonight,” he informed her. “That’s not a punishment, that’s just what’s going to happen. I don’t let my babies get sick.”

She smiled crookedly at him, mostly because she thought it was sweet that he was such a worry-wart about her health. She was certain that he spent more time trying to prevent any sickness than he would caring for her if she’d actually gotten a cold or a flu.

“She done?” Charlie asked, suddenly standing behind Josh, who had scraped the last of her lunch out of her apple sauce cup with his spoon.

Josh looked up. “Yeah. Her immune system has to be teetering, so make sure she doesn’t get poison ivy during your little outing.”

“I’m glad you said something,” Charlie said, his voice full of sarcasm, “because I was just going to have her roll around in it.”

Josh gave Charlie his best ‘Don’t be a smart-ass’ glare before he stood up and walked to the fridge, giving Charlie full access to her. Charlie took the tabletop off the highchair and then began to put socks and sneakers on her. After her nap, he had dressed her in coveralls, which were true to their name. They even hid her puffy, bulky diaper.

After Charlie put shoes on her, he unbelted her from the chair and picked her up. Her arms slung habitually around his neck and he carried her out to the car, where he put her in the backseat and buckled her up, then pulled a pacifier out of his pocket and put it into her mouth. “I know it’s not easy not to talk and ask questions. You’ve been a very, very good girl this weekend. I’m proud of you,” he told her patiently.

If he hadn’t said that, they wouldn’t have made it out of the driveway without her launching a million questions at him. As it was, she stayed quiet and sucked on her pacifier as he drove her away, and in fifteen minutes they were in what she could call the wilderness. There was nothing but trees and a field out there, with no houses or people around at all.

She hadn’t even been aware there were places like this in Massachusetts. It was a far cry from what she’d been used to in Boston.

When Charlie came to her side of the car and unbuckled her, he surprised her by also unbuckling the straps of her coveralls. He tugged off her pants, then picked her up and put her down on the ground in front of the car. He plucked out her pacifier, put it on the seat, and then unlatched the Velcro closing of her diaper.

She blushed as he removed it, leaving her in late spring air, which was cool and nipping at her skin, naked from the waist-down except for her socks and sneakers.

“All right, sweetie. Your bad-baby weekend is over,” he announced, then closed the door of the SUV and pulled her along behind him toward the tree line.

She dug in her heels. “Daddy!” she whined, now that she was apparently free to talk. “I’m not wearing pants!”

“That fact has not escaped me,” was his uncaring response, his firm hold on her wrist only tightening when she tried to slow him down.

“Daddy!” she whined again. “What are we—!”

“I’m teaching you how to search for your own switch,” he replied tersely. “And you don’t get to wear any pants when you’re doing it! I want you to know
exactly
what you’ve set yourself up for.”

The skin on her bottom was already tingling with anticipation. She had never been switched before, but she’d been threatened with it as something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Supposedly, Charlie and Josh had been switched a lot as boys and they had a deep appreciation for the discomfort it caused.

“You see this?” He picked up a stick and showed it to her. “You’re going to want it pliable, moist, fresh, and thicker than this. You do not want it breaking when I’m spanking you, because if I have to go out and choose one for you, you will not like my choice. Bring me two.” He put a pocketknife into her hands. “You have five minutes to meet me at the car.”

She stood staring at him as he turned and marched back toward the car, leaving her standing by a bunch of trees, half-naked and alone.

She didn’t need five minutes to find two switches like he’d described; in fact, time seemed to be ticking slowly by. She prayed that there weren’t any hikers out here; people to come see her shame of running around in a long-sleeved t-shirt with belt welts still covering her bottom. It was obvious that she was in the middle of a punishment. Even her shoulders were rigid and tight from the humiliation and her anxiousness.

Daddy had opened the hatchback of his car and was sitting on the floor of his trunk. He watched her approach with a very stern expression, even though her eyes implored forgiveness. “I won’t do anything like what I did ever again. I promise,” she panted, and not because of the small hike she had to go on to find the proper sticks, but because she was suddenly short of breath in general. It didn’t seem like the world held enough air.

He put out his hand to silently demand the sticks from her. She slowly and hesitantly handed them to him, chewing her bottom lip. He began to strip the bark from them. “I know you won’t do that ever again, Sophia,” he said in a very firm, ominous way. “But you know what could have happened? What would have occurred if you were in a car accident with your friends in the car? You know why you don’t have a driver’s license yet? It’s because you’re not practiced enough to drive on your own.”

She pulled the front of her t-shirt in front of her bald mound as much as she could as she stood there, getting lectured and watching him prepare his tools for her punishment. “I know,” she replied apologetically.

When she was about to look at her own shoes, she got caught up by what she saw when he stood up. His bulge couldn’t be more obvious. Charlie Hobbes was about to punish her soundly, and he was
aroused
.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked, unable to keep the accusation out of her tone.

He looked up for a second before continuing to strip the bark off the switch. “No,” he told her. “Or at least not very. I don’t enjoy causing you pain, but I do enjoy seeing you punished, contrite, and walking around embarrassed because you’re not wearing any pants, because I ordered you to. I like the control, Sophie. I get off on that; but that’s not something that’s going to make me punish you for longer than your deserve. That, and I’m not the one who put Josh’s keys into your pocket. You’ve got your own demons to wrestle with. Besides, I don’t mix sex and real punishment. You know that.”

He pointed to the car. “Bend over, put your hands flat.”

She took a tentative step forward, and then eventually pressed her palms against the soft lining of the floor of the trunk compartment of the SUV.

“Bottom out,” Charlie ordered, and she bent down slowly, already wincing from the pain she expected to come.

Charlie didn’t waste any time. She heard the first switch whistle through the air before it landed. She felt like something had cut into her.

She shrieked, stood, and put her hands protectively behind her, feeling around for a cut that wasn’t there. The slice had been liquid fire!

“Back into position,” Charlie demanded.

She shook her head, her heart thudding in her chest. “No. Please, Daddy—don’t do this!”

Charlie sighed, grabbed her upper arm, and then put his knee up on the edge of the bumper. He then flung her over that knee, hoisting her up far too high for her to even come within a foot of the ground. “You’re going to get a lot more than I would have given if you’d learned how to stay still, young lady!”

“No!” she screeched. “No, Daddy! Please!”

It was no use. Out here, there was nobody to cry to, nobody to come to her aid, whether it created drama or not. There was no sympathy to be found, nothing to be done for her. She was completely at Daddy’s mercy.

She found she feared the sound of the pain coming on nearly as much as the pain itself. The stroke would only sting like lightning fire for a moment before it ebbed into an itch that couldn’t be scratched, but the sound itself was ominous, and would cause her to gasp too early; it made her sick.

There was never any hope of fighting Charlie off; he was the size of a bear. He kept her firmly planted with a hand on her back as he brought the switch rhythmically down on her.

She was beginning to understand why Davy Crockett, Samuel Houston, and God knows how many others ran away from home to avoid a switching from their father. There was nothing worse.

Eventually she folded over his knee like a damp towel, too in pain and too exhausted to even kick anymore. Kicking only made him miss his aim; now there were switch welts almost all the way down to her thighs. Those welts would not be fun at all to sit on during class.

Her sobs were breathy and exhausted, and Charlie finally tossed aside the second switch, because the first one broke in half during one of her more desperate kicks. Then he ran his hand over her bottom and thighs. “I don’t want to have to do that again,” she heard him say. His own throat sounded a little dry.

He lowered her back down until her feet found the ground again, and Charlie wrapped his big arms around her, kissing the top of her head as her chest continued to heave with sobs.

“It’s done now,” he cooed at her. “It’s over, baby.”

She nodded, folding her arms around him. She was so relieved that it was all over. She didn’t know what to say, or how to snap back into being his good little schoolgirl like she normally was. She just buried her face against his chest and listened to his heartbeat as he stroked her.

Amid the burning and itching all across her bottoms and thighs, however, she was overcome with a desperate urge. She had been needing some sexual stimulation all day, and somehow it was finally beginning to reach a climax as she stood out there, her bottom striped by a fully clothed man as she stood outdoors in only a shirt, socks, and some pink Converse sneakers.

He gestured her toward the front seat and helped clean off her face with a moist nap. “There,” he told her, “as beautiful as always.”

She rubbed her thighs together, a little nervous about what she was about to say.

“What is it, baby girl?” he asked her with concern.

She shrugged as if she didn’t know, but then said, “Daddy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You
never
mix discipline and sex?” she asked, her cheeks flushing.

“No,” he told her softly, as if he was reassuring her. That’s not what she wanted, however. She didn’t want to be reinsured that he wouldn’t.

She raised her eyes to meet his. “Can you make an exception today?”

He looked nervous for a second, but in the next moment he grinned a little mischievously. “Maybe just this one time.” He brought his lips down to hers and she delighted in his mouth, his taste, and the way his hand traced down the side of her waist until he gripped her striped skin. She gasped, and he guessed, “Tender?”

She didn’t answer, she merely continued her exploration of Charlie’s mouth until his hands wandered in between her thighs. He then seemed very distracted. “Oh, baby… you’re so wet.”

He pulled her around to the front of the car and then lifted her to set her on the hood, looking very urgent. He pulled up her shirt until her breasts were also exposed to the cool air around them, and he sucked one of her pink nipples into his mouth and groaned, opening her thighs and wedging his body in between them.

Slowly, his mouth lowered to her bald pussy and his tongue wasted no time pressing into her depths. He administrated to her there until she was literally gasping. “Daddy… Daddy, no!” she said, knowing she was on the verge of cumming. She pulled at the shirt on his shoulders, urging him up. “Daddy, I want you in me,” she whimpered.

He looked up at her like she just said the hottest thing imaginable. He had frozen still, but soon he brought her pussy down to the edge of the car hood. “Are you sure you can take Daddy’s cock, little one?” he asked, his sexy confidence back.

She blushed, recalling that he was always one for dirty talk. “I think so, Daddy. Please—fill me.”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out…” he drawled sensuously. He pulled his cock out of his pants and then she soon felt his warm, smooth cockhead pressing up and down her folds, getting lubricated with her own juices. “You hurting, baby? Need to cum really bad?”

She nodded, flushed with excitement. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she panted. “
Please.
”

He gave a false frown. “Young lady, such language,” he admonished, but then he began to push his length into her. “But I know you’re in pain. Daddy knows just…” he gave another shove, gaining entrance another inch through her tight pussy, “what…” another hard thrust… “to…” another… she gasped… “do.”

In another thrust, he was all the way inside of her, all ten thick inches of him. He stayed still, letting her clamping cunny get used to his girth and length. She felt burning from being filled to that extent, as she had with Josh, but eventually the pain ebbed and her clit throbbed more than ever.

She was fully conscious of what was going on: she’d wanted him inside of her since the day she’d first started to call him Daddy. There was a shameful lust that overwhelmed her where Charlie was concerned; she got off on how he dominated her, but made her feel safe, loved, cared for, and feminine. “More,” she begged.

He gave her an amused expression, as if she just asked for a goose that laid golden eggs. He grabbed her hips with his large hands, pinning her to the hood of the car before he slowly pulled out of her, then thrust all the way back in, so hard it made her teeth clatter together. “Oh, I’m gonna give you more, angel. I haven’t even gotten started,” he promised.