The Billionaire's Daughter (6 page)

Kate
felt a strange stirring.
 
Something
was happening - or about to happen - though she had no idea what it could
possibly be.
 
The air was thick
with a tension she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Yes,”
she said, her voice defiant.
 
“I
mean, no - you’re not missing a thing.
 
Now let go of my hand this instant,” she demanded tightly
 
“I’m going to get some coffee.”
 
This was a battle she was going to win,
damn it!

Dante
shook his head.
 
He had her
father’s permission and her redemption was about to begin.

“Then
I’m afraid you will receive one of the many gifts I have for you.”

The
alacrity with which Dante yanked Kate across his lap left her breathless.
 
She was upended before she could begin
to protest and she was absolutely beside herself with fury.

“How
dare you!” she wailed.
 
“Let me go
at once!”

She
wriggled and kicked and squirmed, but Dante stayed perfectly calm, his hand
around her middle holding her firmly in place.

“I’m
going to spank you and there’s no getting out of it. I suggest you stop trying
to get away.
 
You’ll just exhaust yourself.”

“Let - me - go!”
she screeched.

“Good
heavens stop yelling.
 
Do I have to
gag you as well?” he asked, his voice infuriatingly calm.

“No!”
she exclaimed hastily.
 
“No -
don’t!
 
Please!
 
Don’t!
 
I’ll stop, I’ll stop screaming, I promise,” she stammered,
realizing she was in no position to make demands or issue orders.
 
“Please.
 
Just let me go.”

Dante
stared at the beautiful rump staring up at him.
 
Soon that lovely, smooth white skin hidden beneath the black
tights that so provocatively hugged her curves would be a bright, hot red.
 
She deserved and needed nothing less.

“Kate,
my dear sweet Kate, one of the many things you have to learn is that every
action good or bad has consequences.
 
You have little or no respect for other people’s property.
 
You’re spoiled and willful, and you’re
about to be soundly spanked.”

“No!
 
Dante, please!” she begged.
 
“I’ve never been spanked in my life!”

“I
know,” he sighed,
 
“and it’s a
shame.
 
But, better late than
never.
 
I’m going to spank you for
two reasons.
 
First, for wanting to
give me clothes that were not yours to give.
 
Second, for not doing as you were told.
 
I’m taking you in hand Kate Hollister,
and
 
you need to understand from
this moment forward you’ll be spanked if you don’t obey me.
 
I know obedience is a new concept for
you so I’ll grant you some latitude but not much. Do you understand what I just
told you?”

Kate’s
mind was swimming.
 
How could this
be happening to her? She was totally embarrassed and humiliated, and she feared
Dante meant every word he said.
 
Her fears were well founded.
 
His hand landed on her ass with a sound slap.
 

“OW!”
she cried. “That hurt!”

“I
asked you a question, young lady.”

“Ok.
 
I understand,” she exclaimed, though
she wasn’t sure she did.
 
She was
so overwrought at her astonishing state of affairs there was no way she could
recall what he had just told her.
 
She felt a hand slip under the elastic waistband of her leggings and
immediately knew his intent.
 

“Noooo!”
she cried.
 

Ignoring
her plea, Dante slowly pulled them across her upturned bottom leaving them at
the top of her thighs.
 
She wasn’t
wearing any panties and her naked charms were immediately revealed to his
discerning eye.
 
She shivered as he
ran his hand over the smooth, milky white skin, pleasantly marked by a red
blotch for which he was happily responsible.

“Pleeasse,”
she begged, not even knowing what it was she was begging for.

“Keep
your outbursts to a minimum,” he ordered.
 
“As I said, I will not hesitate to gag you.”

“Ok
-k- k,” she stammered.

“The
correct response is, yes Sir.
 
And
you will think of the word with a capital “S”

Kate
gulped.
 
She’d never called anyone
Sir.
 
She wriggled in protest and
once again his hand landed on her bottom, but this time on her naked skin.

“Yes,
Sir!” she burst out.
 

“I’m
going to spank you very hard.
 
Ten
smacks on each of your pretty little cheeks one side at a time.
 
Ten for offering me your father’s
clothes, and ten for disobeying me.
 
As your training progresses I’ll expect better of you and punish any
disobedience or bad behavior accordingly.”

Training?
 
What training? What is he talking
about?

Before
she could consider anything further the palm of his hand slapped against her
bottom, the smarting sting shattering all thought.
 
Again it fell on the same spot, and again and again, and she
began wriggling furiously but managed to stifle her cries.

“I’m
sorry,” she suddenly wailed.
 
“I’m
sorry.
 
Please stop, I really am
sorry!”

He
had landed eight solid swats and he paused at her outburst.

“Well
that’s something at least,” he stated, rubbing the burning, crimson flesh.
 
“Two left and they’ll be the
hardest.
 
I’m warning you do not
shriek.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, stunned that the “sir,” had slipped from her lips so easily.

He
slapped down hard, very hard, and she threw back her head, hissing through her
teeth and kicking out her feet.
 
It
was quickly followed by the second.
 
She clenched her fists and writhed on his lap, but did not cry out.

“Catch
your breath,” Dante said, staring at his handiwork, “and then I’ll start on the
other side, this time for disobeying me.
 
It is the more serious offense so you can expect a more serious
spanking.”

Kate
was panting and breathless, the spanked half of her bottom stinging
intensely.
 
She was grateful for
the respite but to her disappointment it didn’t last long.

“I
want you to remember this. If you disobey me you’ll be dealt with, and it will
include a spanking.
 
Clear?”

“Yes,
S - S- Sir,” she stuttered, still in utter disbelief that he was actually doing
this to her.

She
braced herself for the first slap and it fell with vigor.
 
She gasped as the second landed, and
good to his word the spanking was harder and slower.
 
He left a few seconds between each slap so she could fully
appreciate the bite it offered, and when the next one landed it seemed to smart
that much more.
 
Finally he
stopped.
 
She was breathless and
couldn’t stop wriggling.

“We’re
at eight.
 
The last two will be the
hardest.
 
I hope you’ll think twice
before you consider disobeying me again.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, stifling a sob.
 

“Good.
 
Two very, very hard smacks.”

He
smoothed the scarlet flesh for a moment, then raised his hand and let it fall
with a resounding smack.
 
Kate
yelped and wriggled then settled, waiting for the second.
 
He repeated the ritual, caressing the
skin then letting his hand fall sharply against her scorched flesh.
 
She bellowed, writhed and kicked out,
then let her body go limp, her cries reduced to a whining moan.
 

Dante
ran his hand across the fire.
 
She
whimpered her gratitude and he waited a few minutes until she was somewhat
composed.

“How
do you feel Kate?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.

“How
do you think?” she bleated.
 
“Like
I’ve just been spanked.”

“Really?
 
You’re over my knee and that’s what you
have to say?”

He
couldn’t believe it, but then he could.

“It’s
how I feel.
 
I’m just being
honest,” she simpered.

“I
see.
 
Now I’m going to spank you
some more.”

“WHAT?
 
NO!” she screamed.
 
“WHY?”

“Apologize
for that outburst at once or you’re gagged.
 
This is your last warning,” he said sternly.

“I’m
sorry,” she said, quickly.
 
“Sorry,
sorry, sorry.
  
You took me by
surprise.
 
I thought you were
finished.”

 
She felt a little ridiculous, having a
conversation with him while bent across his legs, her bottom having just been
blistered by his hand.

“Did
I say I was finished,” he asked, his voice calm again.

“No.
 
I just thought...”
 
her voice trailed off.
 
Words were failing her.
 
Then she realized there were none.

“I
told you - let’s see - was it - maybe two - three years back,” he asked
thoughtfully,
 
“when I had to throw
you over my shoulder and take you up to the house for acting like a spoiled
brat about riding your horse.
 
Do
you remember that little episode?”

She
wriggled on his lap.

“No,”
she lied.

“Oh
dear,” he sighed.
 
“And now you’re
lying.
 
That will require more
spanking!” he warned.

“Wait!”
she said urgently, trying not to yell.
 
“I remember - I remember.”

“Better.
 
Do you recall what I promised you?
 
I’m sure you do.
 
Come along, Kate.
 
What did I say?”

Kate
groaned.
 
Why was he doing this to
her?

“You
said,” she whispered, “You --”

“Louder,”
he interrupted, squeezing her sore bottom.
 
“Say it in a nice loud voice so I can hear you.”

“Okay
-” she replied, no longer whispering.
 
“You said one day you were going to spank me silly for getting mad at
Javier for not tacking up my horse.”

“Ah
- close.
 
But not completely
correct.
 
I said, I promise you,
one of these days Kate Hollister, I’m going to spank you silly.
 
But it wasn’t just about how
unreasonable you were being.
 
It
was about everything.
 
It was about
you and your spoiled behavior.
 
You
needed to be spanked then - regularly - and nothing has changed.
 
You’re going to get those
spankings.
 
I’m going to see to it
personally.”

She
let out a strange mewling sound and Dante took a deep breath.

“And
now I’m going to keep that promise. I’m going to spank you silly.”

“Oh
Dante,” she cried, “please don’t.
 
My bottom is already...”

His
hand slapped down fast and hard, cutting off her words.
 
She let out a yelp but the threat of
the gag was still in her head so she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
 
He slapped her again, and began to
dance his hand across her bottom, bouncing it from cheek to cheek, spreading
the smacks over every part of her backside.
 

She
was squirming as much as she could, trying to throw her hand behind her to
protect her punished posterior but it was to no avail.
 
He just grabbed it and held it up her
back and continued spanking away.
 
He spanked and spanked until finally she burst into tears, and at that
precise moment he stopped.

Flipping
her up he pulled them both back on the bad.
 
His ankle protested as he attempted to position them as he
wished.
 
It wasn’t easy,
 
She was struggling, trying to get away
from him, but he finally had her in a bear hug.
 
Laying back on the pillows he held her tightly as she sobbed
out years of spoiled, frustrating nonsense.