She wasn’t the one I truly desired.
When I got home, I meant to walk to bed with my toy bag and shower quickly so as not to wake Maddie. But the light in my living room snapped on before I could disappear down the hallway to the bedrooms. Maddie rounded the corner, an odd look on her face, one I hadn’t really seen before and couldn’t place.
“You were gone, daddy,” she said softly.
I smiled. “I’m back, Muffin. It’s alright. It’s past bed time now. Let’s go to sleep, love.”
She didn’t move. She crossed her arms across her stomach. “You had a date, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I had a date. Muffin, don’t question.” I said it gently, an easy reminder. That was generally all it took.
“Fuck you.”
She walked past me down the hallway to our bedrooms and I was so stunned that it took me a moment to catch up to her and grab her wrist. “Excuse me, Maddison?”
She turned with anger in her eyes. “I didn’t fucking stutter.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was never like this, never outright disrespectful. I tightened my grip on her wrist in controlled anger. Instead of her room I yanked her into the closer bathroom and turned on the lights, forcing her inside.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Instead of answering I grabbed the bar soap from the counter and turned to her with it. She laughed. “You’re not serious right n-”
I cut her off by grabbing her jaw in a vice grip and forcing the soap bar between her teeth. Her eyes went wide in shock. I halfway expected her to spit it right back out in defiance, but it seemed that the shock won. She held the soap in her mouth.
I wasn’t satisfied. I placed her hands on the bathroom counter. “If you fight me or move, this will turn a lot worse and a lot more painful.” She nodded, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth stretched around the soap. I pulled her cute little pajama shorts down to her knees and braced my arm on her lower back, slapping my palm hard on her ass. She squealed around the soap, but she didn’t dare drop it. She held it clamped in her teeth.
I slapped her ass three more times, hard and quick, disciplined anger at her defiance.
The arousal was worse. It didn’t escape me how much this was like the fantasies I played out. How could it?
I slapped her ass twice more, turning it red and listening to Maddie whimper. Tears formed in her eyes in the bathroom mirror. Silently I spanked her harder, four more times.
She didn’t struggle at all when I undid my belt and folded it. She just jumped when it struck and her yelp turned louder. She shifted from foot to foot and snorted through her nose, sobbing now.
I slapped her twice more with the belt and it seemed to take an eternity. Despite my night, my cock raged with a hard on and I tried everything in my power to ignore it beneath my basketball shorts.
I set the belt down and grabbed Maddie’s jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. Hers were wide. It was all I could do to not smile gently at the shock and reassure her that all was alright. “You are a lady. Those words do not belong in your mouth and they certainly do not belong in it while directed at me. Do you understand, Maddison Claire?” She nodded fervently and I grabbed the soap bar from between her teeth. Only then did she open her mouth and release. There were teeth marks in the soap where she’d held it in such fear. “Apologize for your disrespect. No, don’t look down. You know what you did. Look me in the eye when you own up to your mistakes.”