In Debt to Daddy

September 1, 2018

My brother’s debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

 

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves.

They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

 

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother.

He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

 

Including seeking help from the one man I would do anything to avoid.

 

 

 

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“It’s corner time, princess,” he says at my ear.

 

Princess comes out so grating, my entire body stiffens. I don’t register the words “corner time” until his body moves away from mine.

 

“Excuse me, what?” I ask, glancing back.

 

“Palms to the wall.”

 

The authoritative bite in his voice has me automatically doing his bidding. I stamp my foot, frustrated with my own weakness.

 

“Tantrums during corner time will only earn you another spanking, young lady.”

 

“Fuck you.” The words are out of my foolish mouth before I can recall them.

 

The clap of his hand striking my poor posterior is heard before I feel it. But lord, do I feel it. I’m up on my tiptoes for his next two swats to my throbbing rump; my breath catches on a soundless cry.

 

Tentatively, I settle back down on my heels, panting through the awakened burning throb of my abused butt.

 

The heat spreads through me in what is becoming an alarmingly familiar pattern.

 

I rest my forehead on the cool wall between my hands, and groan. Although I’m tired, my body is wide awake and screaming for attention, but the man it wants attention from is a little insane. Maybe I’m insane, too, because when I turn my head and look at him from under my lashes, the words that trip off my tongue shock the air out of the room.

 

“I don’t want to play this game anymore, Daddy. Please, I need you.”

 

Desperate times, call for desperate measures. With a trembling hand, I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around the outline of the hardest cock I’ve ever felt. It jumps in my hand, and his eyes glaze over…I have him.

 

Or at least I thought I had him.

 

He grabs my wrist and puts it back on the wall. “I guess someone’s ready to play big-girl games, now, huh?” he growls at my ear. “That’s okay, baby girl. Daddy knows how to put big girls in their place, too. Don’t you dare move a muscle.”

 

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