Submission

Chapter Seven

         Samantha waited in the car while Daddy paid the tab for their breakfast. It was really good as always. The food wasn't the only good thing though. Samantha and Chris enjoyed endless small talk. Chris didn't say much about himself, but he allowed Samantha to continue to tell him more about her life. He rather enjoyed listening to her banter on about the little things in life, her experiences. She looked happy when she spoke about things she liked and wondered on about. It was amusing how much went on in this little girl's head. He'd given her the keys so she could turn the car on and now she was just playing with the radio, trying to find what she wanted to listen to or if there was anything aside from commercials playing on the radio at the moment.

         When a glimpse of Chris was in her view as he strode his way out the door, Sam stopped messing with the radio. Never finding what she wanted to listen to much to her disappointed. Chris, somehow already knowing the problem without her saying it, plugged his phone into the aux cord, and gave it to her to find music. "I have YouTube music. Put something on if you want." He said giving her a small smile. Samantha smiled back, tapping her little fingers on the keypad of the phone and typing in her favorite song by Breaking Benjamin called Red Cold River, and to her excitement there was the playlist. "Awesome!" Samantha said happily as the music started.

         A smile crept onto Christopher's face. He admits that he found this little, blue eyed girl next to him adorable. Even if he didn't show it. It's not like Samantha hadn't noticed when he smiled that smile at her though. She likes his smile. It suited him more than his signature poker face, that face that he always held onto like it was going out of style. "That smile really suits you sir." Samantha said with a smile of her own. "I like it." Chris chuckled. "Glad you like it." He smiled even more. "I guess I'll do it more often, but only for you my darling."

         They arrived back at the house soon enough. Before Samantha was able to get out of the car, Chris locked the door on her. Sam looked to him confused. "Why did you-" Before she could question him Chris cut her off. "As soon as you get in the house I want you to take yourself upstairs. Once you do you are to strip into nothing but your bra and panties." Chris could see the look of bewilderment show through on Samantha's face. He gave her a stern look, awaiting her response. "Did you not hear me?" Samantha quickly shook her head stuttering out a slightly embarrassed "Yes sir."

         Christopher unlocked the door allowing Sam to get out. Samantha went straight to the front door, Chris coming up behind her. He chuckled as he watched her fumble with her house keys. Chris leaned in over her shoulder. He was so close that Sam could feel his breath tickle across her ear. Her body shuddered in reaction to his closeness. "I make you nervous."

         Finally she managed to unlock the door. The lack of response from her making Christopher chuckled deeply. His lips creeping into a dark smirk. Sam's very body language when she was that close to him being all the answer he needed to know he was right. He did make her nervous. And he was absolutely besotted with the thought.

         Samantha made her way upstairs like she was told, Christopher following her every move. The dark smirk remaining on his face as he stalked her, enjoying the nervousness he gave her. He needed to control himself. No matter how much he lavished in the very fact that he made Samantha practically melt underneath the shadow he cast over her, he did not want to scare her. That was not his end goal in all this. Christopher wanted her and he wanted to keep her for himself. More importantly though he wanted her happy and he wanted to protect what was his for as long as she stayed with him and allowed him to. That, that was his goal. And he would convince every being in his body to control himself till she was comfortable enough to allow him to move forward. Chris might make the rules, however it was Samantha that controlled the pace. Her feeling safe and comfortable was what truly mattered in this part of the type of relationship they were now sharing. Trust, honesty, and communication was key.

         Little by little, slowly and shakily, her clothes came off till she was in nothing but her undergarments. Christopher watched her from her door frame. His eyes began to wonder her small, yet beautifully well built frame. Her skin looked soft to the touch. Samantha couldn't help covering herself from his prying eyes.

         His eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't tell you to cover yourself darling." Christopher said deeply. Sam looked down, a small whimper leaving her, her nervousness turning into fear. He immediately picked up on her feeling of trepidation. Christopher savored every bit of the show before him. Loved it. Craved it. But still he controlled himself. No matter how much he wanted to take her where she stood and ravish her till he'd gone over every inch of her. This pretty thing was his and he showed it.

         Christopher approached her. The intensity of dominance radiating from him softened, though not fully dissipating from the air. Once he stood in front of her, with his index finger under her chin, he made her look at him. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. You're too pretty for that, plus you're mine. I'll look at and admire what's mine whenever I please. Am I clear?" His words were spoken softly but with authority. Samantha nodded. "You should know to use your words by now. That's yet again today, this time I'm not going to let it slide." Samantha's eyes widened. "No, please I'm sorry sir. I-it won't happen again." She begged, knowing he was going to spank her, which is something she did not want to happen. "No? No, you're right it won't, because I'm going to correct you. Bend over the bed. And for telling me no, I will spank you bare."

         Samantha whimpered, not moving. "Bend over now or I'll bend you over myself. You'll get it much worse if I have to make you." He said calmly. The calmness in his voice as he spoke told her that he was serious. So she decided it was best not to test him and she bent over the bed like she was told without fuss. Samantha admitted she got herself into this. He did remind her multiple times today already to use her words and she kept slipping. Not to mention that now she had told him no, not once but twice. She didn't like it to be honest. She really didn't.

         There were sounds behind her that sounded like he was looking for something and the jingling of what sounded like a pair of keys. "I'm going to the car, stay put." He order. "Yes sir." She obediently complied. She waited for what felt like ages but in reality was only a few minutes before her ears picked up on the click of the front door shutting and the sound of Christopher's footsteps headed back up towards her bedroom. Samantha turned her head ever so slightly, turned it just enough so she could see Chris and what he was doing. He had a bag. Like a gym bag, or duffel bag. It was black, no other colors, decent in size but not that big.

          Chris noticed the pretty grey eyes watching him curiously. He opened the bag of his toys, looking through them till his hand picked up the specific tool he was looking for. Might not be his most favorite nor his most prized one, but the glossy finished, oak wood instrument was the perfect fit for this punishment. Samantha saw the wooden paddle and she instantly sat up fearfully. "Hun, don't make it worse. Lay back down like I told you too." He ordered her. Sam shook her head no. "No, its gonna hurt.." Chris let loose a deep chuckle. "Well now of course it's going to hurt. Punishments aren't meant to feel good. Now, lay back on your stomach like a good girl and I might be nice. Okay?" Sam nodded, laying back down like he wanted her to, shaking all the while. Christopher patted her on the head. "Good girl. For that I'll only give you fifteen, five for each time you didn't use your words today, you do not have to count either, although you cannot and will not move from this position. If you do I'll start over." He calmly instructed her, in which she gave a single nod and "Yes sir." in response to him that she understood.

          Samantha was noticeably scared. Chris could see that, but she broke the same rule three times today and on top of that she hesitated and told him no way too much today. She needed to learn that this kind of behavior was not going to be tolerated.

          *Smack* The first strike landed on her bare ass hard, causing Sam to flinch and hiss in pain. The paddle hurt worse to her than his hand or the belt did. *Smack, smack* Came the next two. Samantha once again flinching, trying not to make too much of a fuss. She was trying to take her punishment like a big girl so maybe Chris would be proud of her.

          *Smack* Four. *Smack* Five. Chris wasn't letting up till he either finished the fifteen or when he felt that Samantha had learned her lesson. By stroke seven Samantha had failed at her attempt to not make a fuss and now was on the verge of crying. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Chris finally stopped when he reached twelve. Sam sobbed into the blanket. Her butt was burning. It was so much that the paddle itself hurt but what made it hurt was the force that went into each pop to her rear.

          Chris put the paddle away and scooped the small, innocent girl into his arms. "Such a good girl.." He cooed into Samantha's ear. He comforted her the best he could till her crying eventually seized all together. Only a few hiccups in between breaths. "Do you understand why I punished you darling?" Samantha nodded. Chris looked at her thinking that maybe she didn't learn her lesson. He was about to say something when she took a breath then spoke. "Yes sir..I understand." She said, still trying to calm down, taking another breath before she continued speaking. "I was punished for not using my words and I know me telling you no and not doing what I was told when you told me to made it worse.." She sniffled. "I'm sorry daddy..I'm trying to be a good girl." She finished, teary eyed again.

          She really was trying. And she felt bad for disappointing him to the point she needed to be punished for it. "All is forgiven now." Chris spoke softly. "Why don't you go take a hot shower? Afterwards I have a reward for you." Samantha smiled. "Okay." She said happily, feeling a bit better now. With that Sam got up, Chris giving a playful pat to her sore bottom making her jump and giggle.

    Sam took her time in the shower, the hot water relaxed her and made her butt feel better. A hot shower made everything feel better. From sore muscles to a bright red, freshly spanked ass, there was nothing that a good shower couldn't fix.

          Meanwhile, Chris waited patiently for her to get out. He heard the shower turn off. Not a moment later and Sam walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. She looked so sexy after a shower. Chris motioned for her to come closer, which Sam silently complied to. His hands made their way to the top of the towel where it was wrapped around her chest. Slowly he unwrapped it and let it fall to the ground.

          A dust of pink flushed over Samantha's face as Chris once again admired the beauty before him, though she did not cover herself this time, and she let him. His eyes wandered, the way his face looked and his eyes looked over her made him look like he was admiring a piece of art or rather a shiny jewel. Samantha couldn't help but smile. "What're you smiling at?" He asked her, tearing his eyes away from her for a second. "You." She giggled. "Oh? And why's that?" He questioned, his hands now gently running over her soft skin. "What? I can't smile at you daddy?" She asked cutely. Chris chuckled. "I suppose you can."

          One of his hands run over her chest. His big hands surprisingly gentle on her. Shivers went through her body when his thumb caressed over her rosy brown n*****s. Samantha blushed more now, but paid no mind. "So, beautiful.." Whispered Christopher while his free hand made its way down her stomach all the way to her center. Samantha felt his hand touch her lady parts and she stopped him by grabbing his hand. "No, not there." She said nervously. Chris looked at her confused. "What's wrong with down there sweetie? I'm not going to hurt you." Sam bit her lip. "I..I've never been touched there before." She admitted. Chris moved her hand, holding it in his own. "So you're a virgin darling?" - "Y-yes.." She answered shyly. "If you aren't ready I understand. I wouldn't ever make you do anything you aren't ready for. But can you at least let me touch, please?" He spoke softly to her, kissing her hand with his soft lips. Samantha gave a nervous nod. "I need words sweetie." - "Yes daddy." She answered. "Good girl."

          Christopher let go of her hand then guided her over to the bed, pushing her down on her back gently. Sam watched him, she couldn't help but be nervous. Christopher could tell how nervous she was. "Relax hun. You're okay." He assured her, running his hand down her side, leaving kisses on her neck and chest all the way down to her abdomen. Sam giggled under his soft kisses. "That tickles daddy." Chris smiled against her skin as he continued to leave a trail of kisses all the way down to her waist, stopping just before the light fuzz on her woman hood.

          His breath tickled her lady parts causing her to shiver. Chris brought his hand down and began to gently rub her c**t, Sam's breath catching and her back arching slightly to the new sensation he was giving her. As he kept rubbing the more she began to feel good. She started to feel hot down there, and she could feel a tingling wetness. "You're so wet already baby.." He commented.

          Samantha was just starting to enjoy the feeling a lot more than before when his touch, along with the feelings, suddenly went away. Samantha pouted. She looked up to see what Chris was doing and he had stopped and stood up. "If I keep this up I won't be able to control myself.." He mumbled. "What do you mean?" She asked confused. Chris took a seat on the side of the bed and ran a hand through her hair, caressing her jawline. Samantha leaned into his touch. "I promised I wouldn't force you to do anything. This is me keeping that promise sweetie. You'll just have to wait till you're ready." Chris sighed. "How will I know though sir?" She asked, her words full of innocence. Christopher kissed her forehead lightly. "You will just know honey. Now go get dressed. I want you to come with me to work today."

          Samantha got up, giving a reluctant "Yes sir" as she did what she was told, feeling a bit disappointed. He was making her feel so amazing and then he just suddenly stopped. Samantha wanted more but she was too nervous to ask him for more. Really she didn't even know exactly what she wanted more of. She'd never been with a man before, let alone let one touch her. I mean, yeah, she knew how babies were made and all that, but the whole topic of s*x and what you did or how was totally foreign ground to her. All she knew was what he did to her and how what he did made her feel felt absolutely amazing. And that she wanted him to do it again.

          Once Sam was dressed she met Chris downstairs where he waited for her. "Where are we going daddy?" She asked curiously. Christopher couldn't help but laugh at her endless curiosity. "I told you you're going to work with me today. I figured you would like to come with me instead of you sitting home alone all day bored." He stated. "That is, unless you would prefer being a bored mess all day?" Samantha quickly shook her head no. "No sir." - "No what?" He pushed. "No sir, I don't want to be a bored mess all day." She answered further. Christopher chuckled. "That's what I thought, now come on."

          A half an hour later, the two of them arrived at a tall, glass building. It looked like a corporate business building of some kind. Sam had been passed this place before but she had never had a reason to go in. She looked up and the farther she looked up the more dizzy she got. That's how tall the building was. Had to be at least twenty floors high. 'Is this where daddy works?' Samantha wondered.

          Chris placed his hand on her thigh. "Big isn't it?" He asked her, effectively snapping her out of the trance she was in. "Yeah very. I've been here before but never noticed just how big it was till now." She said to him. He nodded. "My office is at the very top floor. An entire floor dedicated to my office. So big in fact, that its set up as an apartment even." An apartment? "Why so big?" Sam asked. "Because there are some nights where I'm not able to go home or that I have to be here early in the morning and just decide to stay rather than going home and making the trip back here again the next day. I own this building. It's one of two corporate buildings for my company." He explained.  

          Samantha nodded to show she was following and that he understood. She didn't know he owned his own business. She'd always thought that Chris had simply worked from home. "I always figured that you worked from home." Chris shook his head, parking the car. "No, I don't come to my office very often but when I have important meetings or what not I generally have to come in. Though it's rare."

          Chris got out of the car, then going around to the passenger side door to let Samantha out. Now he turned serious. "I want you on your best behavior when we go in here. Stay by my side and don't speak unless spoken to. Understand?" - "Yes sir, I understand."

          As soon as they walked through the buildings shiny, glass doors the people inside almost instantly turned their heads in Samantha and Christopher's direction. Some gave greeting smiles to Christopher while almost all of them were staring questioningly at Samantha. All the staring gazes that were boring into her made her feel small. Like she wasn't welcome here. Christopher held Samantha's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze to let her know she was okay.

          They made their way to the elevator doors. Once they entered the elevator, Chris pressed the button for the twentieth floor. For how high they had to go up it didn't seem to take long at all. Once in the room, Chris snatched Samantha up, making her squeal and laugh. "I'm glad you came with me. At least I'll have some entertainment today." Sam giggled. "And I'm happy I get to keep you company." Sam said back. "You better be good, or I'll have to spank that cute, little ass of yours." Chris chuckled. "I'll be good I promise." She smiled and cuddled into him while Chris held her on the sofa in his office. Today was going to be a good day for sure.