Free Desiring the Forbidden by Megan Michaels

out in front of her as if it had cooties that would jump onto her. Walking to him, she thrust it toward his hand. He took the paddle, twirling it and slapping it loudly against his palm. Then, smiling, he put it on the bed next to him. “I’m not going to use it today. But obeying me and bringing it to me had to have been very difficult. You need to know, though, that the next time I ask you to get the spanking paddle, it will be used. But I think you’ve learned a very hard lesson today. Come see your Daddy.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    T he relief that flooded her made her expel a long, shaky breath. She couldn’t fathom how she’d handle being paddled too. And now he sat with his arms outstretched, reaching for her. She couldn’t resist — didn’t want to resist — and ran into them. He laughed, pulling her to sit on his lap, holding her face between his hands and kissing her nose. “It’s all over. You were such a good girl, and I know you will obey Daddy the next time, right?”
    “Yes, Daddy. I will.” She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. He smelled so nice — aftershave, soap, laundry detergent, and man.
    His face was buried in her hair, his hand rubbing her back in comforting light circles. “What would I do without you? I just found you. I can’t allow you to get yourself hurt or killed. Promise me you won’t do anything like this again.” He pulled away, holding her at arm’s length, his eyebrows furrowed.
    “I won’t. I promise.” She stared at his chest, not able to make eye contact. “I’ve never been spanked so hard — ever. ”
    “Daddy had to do what was necessary to keep you safe. I needed to know that you’ll listen any time you’re given a rule.”
    She nodded. Sunni knew that if he told her to run outside naked, she’d do it to avoid a spanking again — or something worse than his hand. She shivered just thinking about it.
    “Whoa. What was that for? Tell me what you were thinking.”
    She eyed him warily. She wasn’t sure how to even convey what her thoughts had been. It was embarrassing.
    “Now.” He dragged the word out, his eyes narrowed.
    Her pussy clenched. God, his voice made her whole body tense. “My butt hurts so badly, and I can’t imagine ever getting spanked with the paddle or belt. I promise I’ll do anything you ask.”
    “Good! Then I did my job successfully.” Still holding her, he scooted back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Let’s just sit here and cuddle for a bit. I want to hold my girl.” He tucked her head under his chin, covering her with the soft white and pink polka dot blanket that was at the end of the bed. Her breath still hitched sporadically, and every time it did, he’d coo and say, “Poor girl. It’s okay, baby.”
    Sunni relaxed completely, the numbness and pain having eased some, leaving her with a burning sensation that resembled that of a severe sunburn. She had no doubt that she’d have some bruises and residual pain tomorrow. She pulled away, looking up at him, drawing circles with her finger on his chest. Her clit had been pulsing as she leaned against his body, his cock pressing against her hip or backside depending upon her movements. She wasn’t sure if she should acknowledge that he was hard — and maybe even offer to give him a blow job — or if she should keep quiet. She felt unsure, knowing he wanted to be in charge — and she assumed that applied to every aspect of their relationship.
    She slid her hand over his crotch though, lightly stroking him through the fabric of his pants.
    “Oh, no. We aren’t doing that yet. One step at a time.”
    She quickly pulled her hand away, feeling rejected and embarrassed, her face and neck heating with her blush. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, struggling to sit up and rise from the bed.
    “Sunni, I didn’t mean it that way.” He grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her back to him.
    “Oh, no. It’s okay. I