“And successfully destroyed the clutch in my truck.” He shook his head, looking at the floor and pushing off the couch, walking up to her. “So, you remembered that you weren’t supposed to drive the truck. That’s going to cost you. Do you remember what I said would happen if you
did
drive the truck?”
Sunni shook her head. She’d rather hear him say it, in case she remembered wrong.
“I said you’d get switched. And that’s what’s going to happen. Right now. Clothes off.”
A gasp escaped her lips. She always knew underneath that this was a possibility. She took her jeans off and her sweater, standing in her bra and panties. She slipped her thumbs into the elastic, pushing them off her hips, then toeing them to the side. Unhooking her bra, she tossed it upon the pile of her clothes. She crossed her arms in front of her, unsure what to do with them.
“Put your boots on.”
She walked over to them, scrunching her eyebrows in his direction.
Why in the name of hell do I need boots”
“Here, put my coat on. It’ll be big, but it will cover your backside. We’re going outside to cut some switches, then we go to the woodshed.”
Are you fucking serious?
“Y-you have a woodshed? I didn’t even know you had one of th-those.”
“Come along, Madison.” He pulled a jackknife out of a kitchen drawer and walked her out the back door of the house to the snow-filled back yard.
He brought her to a weeping willow tree, handing her the knife. “Cut three about the size of your pinky finger.”
She had never had to do such a thing before, and found the task a little overwhelming. She was upset enough at the prospect of being switched, but the sheer amount of branches only made things worse. She kept looking and walking, trying to find the perfect one, holding her fingers up to them.
“Holy shit,” Cade said. “It’s cold out here, little girl. You have to be quicker than this.” He walked up to the willow, pointing at the ones Sunni should cut. Then, with a hand at the back of her neck, he escorted her to the woodshed.
The heat inside the little shed was stifling. He smiled at her. “I wanted it to be warm for you — since you’ll be naked.” He unzipped her jacket, pointing at her boots in silent command.
Once Sunni was as bare as the day she was born, Cade brought her over to the padded saw horse, forcing her to bend tightly over it until her hair brushed against the floor, the blood pounding at her head. He ensured she was centered and secured by restraints to her hands and feet, then patted her on the hip.
“Oh, Jesus!” she shouted as he shoved a vibrator — which was already on — into her pussy.
“Yep. You’ll be lying over this horse for an hour, with no orgasms allowed. I’ll be carefully watching you and will shut this off if you even think of getting close to one. Then when that’s over, we’ll start your switching.”
* * *
C
ade had been sitting with a raging hard-on an hour now, and although he thought he’d spit nails for the first half hour, after watching his girl drip her arousal like a leaky roof down the side of the horse, he forgot all about his clutch. All he wanted to do was jam his engorged cock into her, pounding her senseless until they both screamed with their release.
Cade had lost track of the number of times he had to shut off the vibrator to prevent her from coming. His little girl had the sex drive of a teenaged boy. He swore that woman was ready every minute of every day.
And today was no different. He’d have to pick a day to use a vibrator for forced orgasms. It would be interesting to see how many times she’d come in a day.
He stood, walking up to Sunni. “So, bad girl, have you been thinking?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Aaaand?” He ran his hand down her back, cupping and squeezing her still-cold ass. The damned shed was easily eighty-five degrees. He had taken most of his layers off, and her backside still felt like it needed a heating pad. Today, a proper switching would warm her up quite well indeed.
“And I’m sorry I ruined your clutch. I’m sorry it’s going to cost seven hundred dollars.” Her voice cracked on the last word. He knew she worried about money, penny-pinching everywhere she could.
“Are you sorry that you drove my truck?” He was particularly interested in how she chose to answer.
“N-not really.” She peeked over her shoulder at him, biting her lip. “I mean… I’m sorry that it burned out when I was driving it. But I meant well. Really. I wanted to surprise you, that’s all.” Her lip quivered, her beautiful blue eyes welling with tears.
Well, hell.
Cade hadn’t anticipated the tables would be turned on him. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, comforting her for burning up his clutch to the tune of nearly a thousand dollars.
“Baby, what a sweet thing to say. You made my day with that.” He came around the horse, squatting in front of her to kiss her lightly on the nose and mouth. “But you’ll learn in time, little girl, that you’re not to surprise me with something that is against the rules. If you had thought this through, you would have talked to me about it
first.
Or found a different way to serve me. Like making breakfast at six in the morning.”
Sunni scrunched her nose at him, shaking her head.
Cade erupted in laughter. “I know, you hate getting up and you hate cooking, but that would have been more exciting — and cost a lot less too. But most importantly, you wouldn’t have broken a rule, and you wouldn’t be strapped to this horse waiting to be switched.”
He pulled the vibrator out after turning it off. He then slid his finger through her slick lips, dipping his fingers into her sex, the moist sounds filling the small room. Normally, Cade didn’t believe in giving an orgasm during a punishment, but the beautiful sentiment of her words deserved a reward.
“My God, Sunni, you have a steady stream of your juices dripping out of you and down the horse.” He knew there was no need to prepare her any further at that point. She’d been lying there with a vibrator inside her for an hour. The woman was ready to go off like a rocket.
He undid his pants, pulling his cock out.
Shit, I might be the one who goes off like a rocket!
He’d been watching that ass and pussy for way too long that afternoon, wanting to bury himself in her. He stroked his length, lining himself up with her sex, then thrusting hard, impaling her. She groaned, clenching around him. He’d never tire of this woman. She’d been under his nose the whole time and he’d never had a clue that he’d be the one desiring her once she grew up. He didn’t just desire her. He
obsessed
about her, wanting to take her in every way, in every room of the house.
He reached around, finding her clit, teasing and lightly squeezing it. He knew he wouldn’t make it long, not with the visual stimulation he’d endured already. “Baby, I’m not going to last.”
“Good. Just fuck me!”
He knew he should be upset that she swore, but instead it struck him as funny. He let out a full belly laugh before increasing his rhythm, pushing into her hard and fast, his balls bouncing off her wet pussy. She moaned and panted on every thrust.
“Cade, I need to cum!”
“Yes. Go!” It was as coherent as he could make it. His body became taut, like an overstretched rubber band, his head falling back. He shouted with his ejaculation, spurting his warm seed within her, Sunni’s own scream of release timed perfectly with his.
When he finally came out of his post-orgasm haze, he kissed her damp back, her neck, everywhere. She groaned, stretching as much as the restraints would allow.
“Do you feel better, Sunni?”
“Oh, God, yes. It felt like I’d waited forever for that.”
He slipped his semi-erect cock out of her, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I hate to break it to you, sweet pea, but it’s time for your punishment now.”
He leaned over, grabbing the paddle off the tool bench. “Daddy’s going to give you the swats from the spanking paddle first. Tell Daddy why you’re receiving these.”
“Because I didn’t tell you I’d been driving the truck when you asked the first time. I lied.”
Cade tapped the hard wooden spanking paddle against her bottom. He brought his arm back, swatting each cheek five times. He had thought he’d give her ten on each cheek, but didn’t feel it was necessary after her moving confession that she only wanted to serve him.
He swelled with pride. She was actually looking for ways to serve and please him!
His girl.
He tossed the paddle onto his tool bench, the clattering sound startling her. “Easy, sweet pea.” He rubbed her back, kissing her hot, red buttocks. “It’s time for your switching, baby.”
“I won’t do it again, Daddy. I promise.” Her small voice tugged on his heart strings.
“No, you definitely won’t. You know how I feel about My First Wife. It was foolish and dangerous. Not as dangerous as if you’d gone down the main road, but still. No one was home. What if you ran into something and knocked yourself out? No. I can’t let you get away with this.”
While he’d sat for the hour watching Madison, he’d cleaned and stripped the switches he now held in his hand. He swished them through the air, the whistle making him shudder at the memory of the switchings he had received as a teen. The sting and burn of a switch was beyond compare and hard to explain to someone who had never experienced it. And unlike most implements, a switching would have effects that lasted for days. Between the itching, swelling, and scabbing, it was a constant reminder of your disobedience.
“Have you ever been switched, Madison?”
“No, Daddy.”
He patted her hip, running his hand up her spine, her belly trembling. He continued to stroke her until she exhaled, taking in a couple deep, cleansing breaths.
“That’s a good girl.” He stepped away, lightly swinging the branch. He found a steady rhythm, swinging forward and backward, whipping the slender switch across her bottom. Sunni struggled against the restraints, at first groaning, then wiggling quietly. It didn’t take long for her to shout in pain.
Cade knew that if she hadn’t been strapped to the horse, he would have had to physically restrain her. He stopped, pausing to let her catch her breath, and allow her tears to subside.
“Will you break a rule again, Madison Anne?”
“No, Daddy.”
He had no doubt that she believed that, but he also knew that his Sunni would more than likely run into trouble another day.
He picked up the second switch. “I’m starting again, Madison.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, but just started whipping the switch against her stripped bottom. The welts were already turning hot and angry, and adding stripes on top of them only fanned the flames of her anguish higher.
He counted out the lashes, finally stopping at twenty. Her poor buttocks was welted, and he knew from experience felt like a thousand bees had stung it. He went outside to scoop up some fresh, clean snow, returning and putting it on the aggravated, angry lines decorating her buttocks.
After he’d gone through a pail of snow helping to calm the burn and sting in her bottom, he grabbed some tissues to wipe her face. “How’s my girl?”
Her cries and sobs had subsided to sniffling and hiccups. “Not so g-good, Daddy.”
“I bet not. I’ll put some soothing ointment on it when we get back to the house.”
She started to gently weep once more.
“Baby. Tell Daddy why you’re crying again.”
“I don’t think I can walk.” He wasn’t supposed to think she was pretty or cute when she was crying, but damn he thought she was absolutely adorable with tears tracking down her cheeks, her nose and cheeks reddened from the ordeal.
“You might not want to, but you’ll be surprised. You’ll be able to walk better than you think.” He undid her restraints, helping her off the horse, tucking her in his embrace, kissing her head and rubbing her back. “See, you’re standing. We’ll put your coat — well,
my
coat — on you and get you up to bed.”
Once outside, he scooped her up, carrying her into the house and to their room, rubbing ointment into her sore bottom to soothe and heal her.
Poor Sunni.
He tucked her into bed, going into the kitchen to cook her favorite dinner and dessert.
Cade would be eternally grateful for his chance meeting with his daughter’s best friend.
Chapter 1
A
re empty parking lots safe?
Madison threw her vehicle into Park, scanning the dark lot. She hoped they were, but before opening the door, she looked up the road for Zack’s car. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep, calming breath.
This is the right thing to do.
The car door creaked loudly as she swung it open, the hinge protesting the frigid Wyoming winter. She slammed it shut, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls of the large building in front of her. Madison held her purse tightly to her chest, the wind blowing her long blonde hair over her face, effectively shielding her. She ran between the black and yellow cruisers, tugging on a cold, metal door handle, dashing into the brightly lit hallway.