Daddy's World by Ava Sinclair

Author:Ava Sinclair [Sinclair, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Kit

I’m over Daddy’s knee. I’ve done something—something naughty—and now I’m going to be punished.

I can feel his muscular thighs under my belly. I can feel the cool air of the room raising gooseflesh on my bare bottom. Daddy has raised my dress. He tells me he is sorry he has to do this, but a spanking is the best way to impress on a little girl the importance of obeying the rules.

My heart is hammering in my chest. I am so scared, but I am also filled with a sense of expectation. I’m waiting for him to bring his hand down on the smooth skin of my exposed bottom. I am waiting for the pain of correction. But I am waiting for something else.

Daddy starts to spank me. He is not gentle. It hurts. It hurts so very bad. Stinging heat on stinging heat. I am squirming. I am begging. I am writhing on his lap to the extent I can, but I can’t move much.

Daddy is strong. Daddy is stronger than I am. Daddy will spank me as long and hard as he wants. He’ll spank me until I cry.

And I do. I feel a catch in my throat, then a burning lump I cannot swallow. I wail in pained sorry at having disappointed him, at how bad it hurts. Tears trace a hot path down my cheek, running into my mouth, which is opened in a childish bawl. I beat my hands into the chair legs below me, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry…”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asks. “Answer me, Kit. Kit…”

“KIT!” A voice is calling my name, but it’s not Daddy’s voice. I open my eyes to see Matron Lang standing in the corner of the room. “Young lady…did you hear me? It’s time to wake up.”

I blink my eyes as my caretaker comes into focus. She is fixing me with a quizzical look. It takes me a moment to realize it was just a dream. I feel myself flush.

“Sorry.” I push the cover back and sling my legs over the side of the bed. The sunlight that has filled my room every day is absent. Thick clouds have filled the sky and rain patters against the eaves. “It rains here?”

“The atmosphere has been replicated to mimic Earth. The weather cycles aren’t as frequent, though. It rains once every few months, but when it does, it can last for days. Unfortunately, this means outdoor activities are cancelled.

I was hoping Roman would show me more of the propagation projects he’d hinted at the day he took me to see the butterflies. The surge of disappointment I feel mixes with the frustration and confusion of my dream. It doesn’t help when the matron points out that I talk in my sleep.

“What did I say?” I ask hesitantly. I’m about to take a bite of waffles when she makes the casual observation.

She doesn’t reply. Instead she asks a question. “What were you dreaming about?”

“I can’t remember.” It’s a lie.

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