The Primal's Kitten

Chapter Nineteen

The room's walls were a mix of pastel pink and cream, reminding me of candy. There was soft music playing and it felt like everything in the room was muted almost, which wasn’t a surprise as I looked around and found comfort everywhere. There was a bed with pink sheets and a wispy white netting that hung from the ceiling, trapped at the top by icicle lights. I wanted to stay here forever, even the kennel in the corner looked inviting, stuffed with a thick, fluffy pad and a pillow. There was even a teddy bear tucked in under the blanket. I stood marvelling at the room when I heard footsteps and suddenly I was filled with dread, though I had no idea why the thrill of it made me clench my thighs together and I ran across the room to hide in the corner of the bed. He walked in then, the man who hunted me, but this time he seemed softer, less foreboding perhaps, and for once he was wearing a shirt. Actually, he was well dressed tonight in black slacks and a red button-down shirt, which he rolled the sleeves of up after closing the door. I swallowed hard just watching him, there was something inherently sexy about watching a man roll up the sleeves of a dress shirt. He walked across the room and settled in the chair I hadn’t noticed before and somehow he looked even more sexy and foreboding as he crossed one leg over the other, leaning back into the polished black leather. f**k. 

He hadn’t even said anything out loud, but the way he held himself had me biting my lip as I watched him. “And what do you have to say for yourself, baby girl?” s**t, I was a brat, so it was safe to say I had gone too far with him today. I swallowed hard again and cleared my throat, not even able to look at him. “I’m sorry Daddy.” That was the safest bet, apologize, look cute, don't look him in the eye and maybe I would get away with it. I was cute and small after all and had chosen my outfit carefully, hoping it might ease his annoyance with me. “Not as sorry as you’ll be by the end of the night, princess.” Oh hell, I really had done it this time. He was never brutal with me in these moments of punishment, but my tears wouldn’t sway him either. I continued to watch him from the bed, kneeling there with my skirt barely covering anything, my arms wrapped around my middle to hide the pudge that my crop top didn’t cover. My head came up when I heard him snap his fingers and I knew that I couldn’t stall him. “Get the cane and come to my lap, you know the deal by now.” His voice was deep and commanding, and without thought, I scrambled off the bed and padded over to the armoire in the far corner, opening both doors. It was painted white to match the room, and there were lights hanging on the inside that lit up when the doors were opened, showcasing all of the toys he had placed inside. 

He’d added some things since the last time he had made me get anything out of the toy chest and I would have smiled were I not currently facing punishment. There were several canes hanging from the inside of the door, but my fingers went to a thin one made of rubber, it was vicious, like a shorter version of a sjambok, and I hated it with every fiber of my being. “Don’t keep me waiting little girl,” I heard him growl from his chair, making me jump as I took the cane off its hanger and closed the doors. I dragged my feet a little as I walked to him and offered the cane out on my palms, keeping my eyes down because I didn’t want to see the disappointment in his face. He took the cane and shifted his weight, uncrossing his legs and then patting his lap. “You know the drill, let’s get this over with so we can move on with the evening.” I nodded my head and laid myself over his lap, though most of the upper part of my body was hanging off his legs so my ass was sticking up more prominently like Daddy had taught me the first time I had been punished by him. 

He flipped my skirt up and I could feel him chuckle a bit, “I see you learned from last time princess.” “Yes, Daddy.” The last time he had punished me, I had worn some really cute boy short panties in an attempt to have a buffer between the cane and my skin, no matter how small. Daddy had given me two swats for hiding my butt from him, pulled them down, and caned me hard for whatever stupid thing I had done that day. I had definitely learned my lesson, and knowing I was going to be punished, I had worn nothing under my skirt. “You know I love you, right princess and I only punish you because you know the rules and have broken them, right?” I nodded my head, biting my lip. “I need to hear you say it, princess.” “Yes Daddy, I know.” “Good girl. Now, what rule did you break today?” “I talked back when you told me to do something.” “And?” “And then I went and ate cookies instead.” “Yes you did, and how many cookies did you eat?” I gulped because I knew I couldn’t lie to him, but I also knew that this line of questioning did not bode well for me at all. f**k, I had really done it today. “Uhm, six, Daddy.” “Six whole cookies, after talking back. Oof, you really earned this one princess.” “I know Daddy.” I was sullen, I knew better and yet I had pushed him. I really had earned this one. 

Once he was done talking me through why I was being punished, he handed down the verdict, just like he always did. “So, you’ve earned ten stripes for talking back, and six more for the cookies.” s**t, he was not playing tonight. “Yes, Daddy.” I fell quiet then and waited while he put his arm over my back to hold me in place and I gripped his ankle for support. He rubbed his free hand over my ass for a moment and then picked up the cane again, giving me the first strike. I squirmed, but my voice was still clear when I started to count. “One.” He struck again, giving me just enough time to count before a third followed. I was gripping his ankle hard, trying not to tense my body up too much because I knew that would only make it worse. He was slow and methodical tonight, making my punishment last while not overwhelming me, taking little breaks between sets of strikes to rub my ass. I might be being punished, but Daddy always made sure to do what he could so that I could handle what I had earned. He was a strict man, but not an evil one, and I loved him for it. 

We continued this way for a while, three or four strikes while I counted, and then a break to ease my skin enough that I could take more. I could perfectly feel every single stripe across my bare skin, and when he had marked up my ass well enough, he had moved down to my thighs. That was the worst, so tender and easy to mark up, and yet the weight of his smacks did not falter or lessen. I was crying by the time we reached ten, big fat tears that rolled from my eyes and into my hair unless I held my head up. “Thank me after you count out the last six, baby.” “Yes Daddy,” I snuffled and nodded, waiting for the first strike to fall. I jumped and cried out when it landed with a thwack, “Eleven, thank you, Daddy!” This was going to be the death of me, I was certain. He moved his grip to my hair, wrenching my head up, but I knew I had to stay still if I could. Another loud thwack sounded through the room. “Twelve, thank you, Daddy!” Thwack! “Thirteen, thank you, Daddy!” I started to squirm and he didn’t pause at all between these except to let me count and thank him. Thwack! “Fourteen, thank you, Daddy!” I was kicking my feet now, though I only had two left and I knew it would displease him, I couldn’t help it, that cane was a right b***h and he knew exactly how to use it. Thwack! “Fifteen, thank you, Daddy!” I was shaking, my feet kicking slightly off the floor as he finally landed the last strike. “Sixteen, thank you, Daddy!” He set the cane aside on a small table and lifted me up, setting my ass firmly in his lap as I squirmed and snuffled, though I curled against his chest, trying to take some of my weight off my likely bruised rump. He stroked my hair and my back gently, kissing the top of my head and wiping away my tears. “I have one more thing planned for you tonight baby girl.” Oh f**k, another punishment? I was never going to eat cookies again, cause f**k this. 

I looked up at him with wide eyes, “I..but…” He gave me a warning look and I bit my lip. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl, now take the cane back and bring me both pairs of leather cuffs and the wand, quick.” I nodded and slid carefully off his lap to take the cane back to the toy chest, hanging it back on its nail from the loop hanging from the handle. I took out the restraints he had asked for, and unplugged the magic wand from the charger he must have put it on earlier in the day. Sneaky bastard, what was he planning? I hurried back to him as quickly as I could, not easy considering the bruises I likely had already, my ass and thighs were on fire from the punishment. He took everything from me and patted his lap, waiting until I sat down to hand me the ankle cuffs with the chain between them. “Hook your legs around mine and put the cuffs on.” I nodded quietly and leaned down to put the cuffs on my ankles, buckling them firmly but not too tight, linking my ankles around his calves and clipping the chain to the opposite cuff. I sat back up and realized he was planning something particularly devious since the way I was cuffed made me keep my thighs open, exposing myself to him under the short ruffle of my skirt. He took the wrist cuffs and made me lean forward so he could put them on and clip them together behind my back before making me lean back against his chest. “There, comfortable princess?” “No, your thighs are too hard,” I whined as I tried to wiggle a little, but nothing helped, I was pressed against him from shoulders to knees. 

“Oh, my poor baby, here let Daddy help” This jerk was definitely not going to help and I knew it. Fuckin sadist. He started rubbing my thighs, knowing it would make me squirm a little which only caused my bruised skin to rub against his pants. I whimpered and tugged at the restraints, but I was stuck exactly where he wanted me. He slapped my thighs a little when I tried to close them and I gasped, arching my back as my cheeks flamed red. He knew exactly how to get to me, the bastard, and used it to turn my pain into a quickly consuming desire that made me whine and rub myself against him further. That was exactly what he was waiting for too because he chuckled and reached out to pick up the magic wand and turn it on. His free hand wrapped around my throat to squeeze the sides ever so slightly while he held the vibrator between my thighs, teasing me with it. I squirmed harder and gripped his shirt in my hands like I could use him as an anchor even as he drove me insane with need. Suddenly he pressed it against my c**t, making me jump and moan, making him chuckle before pulling it away. I whined at the lack of sensation and he squeezed my throat a little tighter. “Is that what you want, hm baby?” I nodded, trying to arch my hips toward the vibrator but he pulled it away. “Ah ah, use your words, princess.” “Please Daddy!” He chuckled again, a dark sound that made my breath catch and my heart beat faster, and pressed the vibe hard against me. I arched my back, gasping and moaning as I tugged against my restraints, but I was held fast by leather and chains, making me whimper. “That’s right baby girl. Held exactly where I want you, at my mercy, a pathetic squirming mess.” He gripped my throat hard as he spoke and I nearly came, but he pulled the vibe away again making me groan in frustration. “Please Daddy! Please please!” Begging usually worked, and it did tonight as well. To my delight he put the vibe back and turned it up a notch, making me cry out and whimper. Within a few minutes, I was shaking, on the edge of breaking. “Please Daddy, please may I c*m?” I begged for all I was worth and waited. “Oh, you want to c*m, huh princess?” “Yes Daddy, please!” I was whining now, barely holding on as I rocked my hips against the vibrating head of the wand. “You like being a needy girl for Daddy?” “Yes, yes Daddy! I love being a needy girl for you!” He grinned, and turned it off and set it aside before unlatching the chain between my wrists. “I’m glad to hear that princess because you’re going to be needy until I decide otherwise. Now clean up and go to our room, it’s bedtime.”