Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

one and brings it back with her. “Now you can punish me,” she says, kneeling again, but holding up the paddle so that I may take it from her.

She just topped from the bottom and disrespected me by touching things without permission, both as she well knows are punishable offenses. But does she truly think I would punish her now?

“Sydney, you’re not thinking clearly. Let me help you up.”

“No,” she says, dropping the paddle at my feet and running away from me. She collapses to the floor next to the couch. Placing her arms over her head and burying her face in the seat cushions, she begins to cry. “I just want the pain to go away,” she says, turning her face to speak to me. “I need to get it out of me. Isn’t that what this place is for? Isn’t that what it does for you?”

“Sydney, your reasons for being here and mine are nowhere near the same.”

“It’s Foxy when you fuck me in here.”

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Why are you denying me this little bit of reprieve? You get to work out your daddy issues, but you won’t let me work out mine? You like to see me suffer this way, don’t you? I bet it turns you on. You’re such a hypocrite and a sadist.”

“I won’t be goaded into punishing you,” I tell her, but my fingers twitch in anger.

She notices and the satisfaction from it makes her eyes dance.

“Maybe I’ll just call Matt over to do it. He’s just dying to get a taste of me, or maybe Joe. I won’t mind calling him daddy. He’s probably better at it than you are anyway. You’ve never even fucked me. It’s just too bad your dad’s not alive, I’m sure he’d man up and get the job done—”

“Enough! You want to be punished so damn bad that you throw that shit in my face, then you’re going to get your goddamn wish.” I pick the paddle up from where she dropped it. “Stand,” I demand of her, my voice reverberating around the room. She doesn’t move fast enough, so I yank her up and bend her over the bed so hard her hair fans out above her. “Foxy,” I spit her name out, my anger surging through my blood like poison as her words play in my head. Images of woman after woman on the witness stand, leaving in tears after telling the world how my father had violated them repeat in my mind. Work out my “daddy issues” she said. I can’t think of a better way than to make her scream in pain. “I want to hear you counting, understand?”

“Yes.”

Son of a bitch, she’s unfuckingbelieveable.

“Yes, sir!”

“Ye… Yes, sir.”

I lift the paddle and bring the round, thick wood down on her ass. The loud smack, followed by the sizzle of her skin, goes right to my cock. She lurches forward from the impact of the strike. I watch as a spot on her ass where the paddle hit her turns bright pink and my anger begins to ebb.

“One,” she cries. I raise the paddle and bring it down with a snap on the same spot, causing her ass to turn an even deeper shade of pink. “Two!” Her hands are gripping the sheets so hard they come undone. “Three!” she cries out as I hit her harder.

I hit her repeatedly, alternating spots, my anger ebbs with each blow I give her. I drop the paddle on the floor, letting the weight of anger fall with it until I feel nothing but euphoria.

“Is that what you wanted, Miss Warren,” I ask her. My cock is hard and dripping with so much pre-cum it’s making a wet spot on my boxers. I’m ready to orgasm until she stands to look at me and I see the fear and devastation on her face. It sends my high crashing back down to earth. “Fuck! Sydney?” I try to approach her, but she backs away.

“Don’t touch me,” she says, leaving the room.

I stand repulsed at what I just allowed to happen. I was so caught up; I didn’t even realize she’d long since stopped counting. It only takes me a moment to pull myself together enough to follow her. I make it out of the playroom in time to see her enter her room and slam the door behind her. I try to open it, but it’s locked.

“Sydney, open the door.”

“Stay away. You’re not allowed in here anymore, so just stay away.”

“Open the goddamn door and talk to me.”

Chapter Twenty- Five

“Sydney,” I yell when I hear her rifling through drawers. I’m trying not to panic, thinking she may be packing up to leave. “What are you doing?” The room goes quiet. “Sydney,” I yell again, with my ear to the door.

“Tristan?” Joe calls from down the hall, no doubt alarmed by my yelling. Brianna is right behind him.

“What!”

“Leave her the hell alone.”

“Fuck you. I told you I would handle it.”

“Is that what you call handling it?” he says, pointing to Sydney’s locked door.

“Joe, let’s go,” Brianna tells him.

He looks at her and frowns in question. Last time I was upset with Sydney she wanted him to intervene. He had to drag her out of the kitchen. She stares him down until he’s had enough and storms off. She gives me a weak smile and follows behind him. I hear Sydney’s doorknob turn as she cracks the door open for me. I push it open and my eyes land on her across her bed crying, now dressed in pajamas.

“Sydney,” I say approaching her. I sit on her bed behind her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She sniffs.

I let out a relieved breath of air that I didn’t know I was holding.

“I shouldn’t have punished you,” I tell her.

“I wanted you to do it.”

“I knew you were trying to anger me. I’m the Dom, I should have had better control over my temper.”

“Why