Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trent

We both stared at each other in shock for several minutes before either of us reacted. I wasn’t sure what had shocked me more: the fact that I had lashed out like that at Kristina or what Kristina had said in response to the spanking. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to take her up to the bedroom and test her limits until she was squirming in pain and pleasure. The other part was more concerned with her behavior. Finally, I snapped out of it and shook my head.

“What did you just say?” I asked as I stared at her.

Kristina placed a hand over her mouth.

“I’m not saying it again,” she protested. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess we’re both just confused by everything that's going on.” I nodded in agreement as I stared down at my breakfast, ignoring the massive erection that had grown in my pants.

“You’re right,” I said before taking a sip of my coffee. “We’re both just hung over, and we both had a pretty bad night last night, too. We should just eat our breakfast and not think about what just happened.”

She agreed, and we both picked at our almost cold breakfast.

Squirming in her chair, she looked as though she had sat down on something that was keeping her from sitting still, and I continued to shovel the food in my mouth, wondering what I was going to do about the fact that my cock was throbbing in my pants. I wanted to take her upstairs and claim her as my own, and I couldn’t stand being so close to her. After several awkward bites of food, I gave in and shook my head.

“Alright, that’s it!” I declared as I rose to my feet, startling Kristina in the process. “I still love you. I have since the day you left me, and I really regret not fighting to keep you. I want to get back together.” Kristina’s eyes widened as she stared at me, silently judging me from behind her curtain of blonde hair.

After several seconds, she took a deep breath and shook her head.

“Look, I don’t know,” she said as she turned her attention back to her breakfast. “I just didn’t feel stimulated with you back when we were together. I need a chance to be a bit rebellious and be willing to allow me to come back home.” Realizing what she meant, I stepped behind her chair and started rubbing her shoulders.

“Rebellious?” I asked as I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Are you sure you can handle being rebellious around me? After all, as you clearly just saw, I don’t take disrespect lightly.” She smirked as she looked over her shoulder at me.

“Is that all you have to give?” she asked. “That felt like a fucking love tap.” My grip tightened on her shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle more?” I asked as I nipped at her ear. “After all, I could accidentally go too hard and hurt you.”

Exposing her slim neck to me, she turned to face me fully, defiance blazing in her eyes.

“Trust me,” she said as she stared me down, “after all the shit I’ve been through, a little physical pain is nothing.” She stood up and pressed herself against me, her body small and warm. “So, could the perfect princess not handle your kinks?”

Anger rose in me and I gripped her wrists in my hands. “I’m about to whoop your ass again,” I warned as I looked her dead in the eyes. “Are you sure baiting me into an argument is a good idea?” I yanked her in close, and a soft cry escaped her lips. “After all, I’m so much stronger than you, and I like to go as hard as possible with my punishments.”

Kristina smirked at me. “Don’t worry, Daddy,” she teased as she reached up to wrap her arms around me. “I’ve already picked out my safe word: dolphin.” I couldn't believe my ears. She really wanted this, didn't she?

“You’ve been waiting for a chance to say that, haven’t you?” I asked as I watched her, and she shrugged.

“So, should we go up to the bedroom so you can continue to punish me for everything I did?” she asked, and I smiled evilly.

“Get the hell upstairs and strip,” I instructed her. “If there’s so much as one article of clothing on you when I get up there, I’m going to paddle you more than you’ve ever been spanked in your life.”

She nodded and ran upstairs, and I made sure the oven and stove tops were all off before going up the stairs.