Healing (General's Daughter Book 5) Page 3

  “I hate hurting you so much and I know that it hurts you to punish me,” she admitted quietly. “I feel abandoned when you ground me, like you don't want me around. That just makes me angry, not repentant.”

  “So, if I understand you correctly, you are telling me that you would rather be spanked?”

  “I would rather nothing be done,” she grunted. “But yeah... I hate it, but I don’t question your involvement in my life then.” She sighed, facing the floor. “What about you?”

  “Since the preferred option of you staying out of trouble is not on the agenda anytime soon, I’d rather spank you and just get it over with. I also hate not being able to do things with you when you’re grounded. It punishes the family just as much.”

  “I guess that means I’m getting spanked for the rest of my life.”

  “If not from us, then from Rich. He loves your little bottom.” Her father grinned, hugging her close. “I really love that boy. You did good.”

  “Me, too. I really scared him, though. I saw that the other night.”

  “You did. So, my darling, let's take care of business. I’m going to let you chose what implement I need to use. Have it on the bed for when I return in ten minutes,” he announced gently, standing.

  She looked at him pleadingly. “Please, don’t make me pick. I hate that! That’s like tying my own noose.”

  “Ten minutes. I’ll be back.”

  She watched him walk out and bit her lip. No matter what she chose, they would all be excruciating. She closed her eyes, trying to be honest with herself. Running off was a strapping offense, but no way was she going to subject herself to that! Trembling, she retrieved the wooden ping-pong paddle from the top shelf of her closet.

  “I hate you. One day I swear I will use you for firewood,” she said to it, setting it on the bed.

  Dr. Quimby came back up exactly ten minutes later and picked up the paddle, smacking it against his palm. “Okay, then. You know the routine. Up and over,” he ordered, patting his thick thigh as he made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed and bracing his long legs on the floor. He shook his head as Sam offered one final pleading look and waited as she silently placed her stomach on his thighs. A whimper escaped as he raised her rounded bottom over his right leg, and lifted her tee shirt. Sam gripped his calf as he unceremoniously skimmed her panties down past her knees to expose her pale fleshy backside. His hand rested on the small of her back as he wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her in place. She found herself wishing it were Rich, instead, who was holding her in this position. At least, with him, she knew his mind would not be focused simply on punishment!

  “I wish I could believe that this hurts me more than it hurts you, baby. But in this case, no.” He raised his large hand and splatted it loudly across her bottom.

  She yelped and twisted to look at him in shock. Where did this come from? “OWWW!” she yelled, kicking to escape. When did he suddenly decide to give her Scott size spanks? She yowled as her father showed his determination to teach her a lesson that she would not easily dismiss. Nothing was edited as he sent slap after heavy slap across the span of her backside and sit spots. The intensity of the spanking stunned her. Not that she doubted his ability to lay into her so firmly, but because she had never been subjected to his full strength before. New respect was formed as her wails turned to pitiful sobs before his hand even reached thirty strokes.

  Dr. Quimby then picked up the paddle. “I seriously hope you will reconsider before repeating these actions ever again, my darling. I’m sure, by now, you can see how displeased I am. Consider this a sample of any future engagements we have together. You,” he landed a sharp whack across her left cheek, leaving a large, white blotch for a moment, “will no longer be spanked like a little girl, but instead, like an adult.”

  Her outburst of pleas was ignored as a flurry of smoldering smacks clapped over her crimson skin. The displeased man eased at twenty strokes and placed the paddle on the bed by his side. Sam was not released, however, and was held in place over his knee while still breathless and sobbing.

  Dr. Quimby's hand rested on her bruised, red bottom, covering it easily. He felt no guilt as he mentally acknowledged that both Scott and Rich were correct. Sam was an adult and she required firmness and consistency. “You are to go and stand in the corner and think about this until I tell you to leave. Go on now,” he said softly, watching as the whimpering girl hobbled to obey.

  After placing the paddle back on the top shelf of the closet, the man left the room. He returned thirty minutes later and was pleased to see she had obeyed him. “Very good. Come to me.” He held her hands after wiping her cheek with his palm. “I love you, Samantha. I am asking you not to put me in a position to do this again. If I must, I promise you that it won’t be any less than what you just received. You should also know that I can spank as hard and as long as your uncle, and that I will be taking more action in that role for now on. Comments?”

  “No, sir. I’m sorry,” she sniffed, her voice tiny and submissive.

  Her father hugged her close and kissed her head as he pulled her up onto his lap. “You didn’t think I had it in me, did you?”

  “I did, but not for me,” Sam admitted.

  He chuckled. “I treated your mom much the way Rich treats you. I held nothing back when it came to her safety. Plan on me being the same towards you for now on, little girl.”

  “Yes, sir. Daddy?”

  “What, honey?”

  “Are you a Dom, too?”

  Dr. Quimby hesitated before answering, “Where did you hear that expression?”

  “Answer me.”

  “I guess you could call me that. I don’t indulge like Scott does, but yes. It has its place in my life.”

  “Why don’t you date? Aren’t you lonely?” Sam asked, leaning against his broad chest and feeling very much like a little girl again.

  “With this family, how could anyone be lonely? I have no desire, baby. When I lost your mom, I lost a piece of my heart. It can never be replaced.”

  “That’s kind of what Rich said to me.”

  “If any of us lost you, I don’t know what we would do. It would devastate this family.” His voice dropped. “You have no idea how much you mean to each of us.”

  “I’ll try to be more careful. I’m so sorry.”

  “I know you are. Go downstairs and grab a bite then come back up here. You’re still grounded.”

  “Yes, sir. Daddy?”

  “What?”

  “I love you.”

  He kissed her nose. “I love you too.”

  ***

  “We have another conference up north we have to go to,” Scott announced the following Monday during dinner. “It’s only for three days. Can we trust you four to behave?”

  “I will, for sure,” Sam promised, squirming in her chair due to the lingering tenderness following her father’s disciplinary session. Dr. Quimby winked at her, watching her blush.

  “When do you leave?” Michael asked.

  “Don’t look so happy. Wednesday afternoon. We’ll be back Sunday.”

  “I want the house cleaned while we’re gone, too,” Dr. Quimby added sternly.

  Michael nodded. “Yes, sir. Anything else?”

  “Not right now. We’ll just be at Long Beach.”

  “I don’t want any problems at all. Got it?” Scott said suspiciously.

  Rich puffed his chest, “I’m the eldest, I’ll take full responsibility.”

  “Fine. Samantha? Jennifer? You mind the boys,” Scott ordered.

  “Yes, sir,” both girls answered with a grin as they looked at each other.

  Scott grunted. “Why do I have a feeling that you two are conniving something?”

  “They'll behave, Scott. Trust me,” Michael said with confidence, ignoring as both the older men raised their eyebrows in response.

  ***

  “Okay, what are your plans now that they’re gone and the house is clean?” Mich
ael asked as the four sat down together Wednesday evening after work. “I intend to take my girl to a special place in the mountains.”

  Sam, sitting on Rich’s lap, sighed dramatically, “I guess that means Rich and I will be stuck here. Alone. With the whole house to ourselves. Alone.”

  “Someone has to stay and keep an eye on the place,” Rich suggested, catching her not-so-subtle hint. “There’s no chance of them showing up unexpectedly, is there?”

  “Why do you think I came up with the idea of leaving town? I don't trust them not to get nosey,” Michael snorted.

  “Mike, be fair. They never just show up without calling. We could let them know we are home alone and would appreciate a call should they decide to come home early,” Sam suggested.

  “Yeah, that sounds good.” Rich made a face, “Hey, gentlemen, I’m going to be having sex with your daughter, so could you, like, call so you don’t show up in the middle of it? What are you doing?”

  Michael laughed, waved him off and picked up the phone, “Hey Scott, Mike. Listen, Jen and I are going to be having some alone time Saturday. Could you please not bother us?”

  “No prob, my boy. Just leave the answering machine on and don’t forget to check it when you come up for air.”

  “ ‘K, thanks.”

  “What are Sam and Rich going to be doing?”

  “I think they wanted to go out for a real date. We’re putting together a signal.” Michael winked at the others. “Keep Dad from bothering us too, would you? He knows how to really ruin a moment.”

  “Tell me about it. We’re meeting with a bunch of old friends for golf, then dinner and drinks Saturday night. We won’t even be getting back to the hotel before two in the morning, so don’t worry. Don’t forget to clean up there.”

  “Already did it. Thanks, Scott.”

  “Have fun, kids. Stay out of trouble.”

  “To think you wanted to be in charge because you were the eldest,” Michael teased Rich.

  “Don’t pick on him.” Jen smacked his arm. “It sounded better coming from you about us.”

  “That and Uncle Scott thinks it’s cute that Mike is a horny toad. So, what are we going to do? Alone. By ourselves?” Sam asked, blinking her eyes and adding a cheesy smile.

  “I’ll pick up some movies and we’ll get take out,” Rich said simply.

  “I’ll take you out and knock you senseless. I would strongly suggest that you rethink your plans, Mr. Lewis,” Sam grumbled, smacking the hand that reached behind to playfully pinch her backside.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Rich caught Sam in a deep, knee-weakening kiss after the other two drove away. The light of the mid-morning sun gleamed down upon them and the breeze was warm.

  “It’s gonna be nice out today. Wanna go down to the beach for a while?” Rich asked, chewing on the soft flesh of Sam’s throat.

  “Richard Peyton Lewis, I have not had sex with you in two weeks. Don’t you even think for a moment I’m going to give up that for the beach,” Sam scolded.

  “Ooh, used my middle name. Guess I’m in trouble.”

  “Better believe it, buddy. Now, into the house with you so I can jump those bones. Chop chop!” Sam ordered, snapping her fingers.

  Rich laughed, lifting her in his arms. “Bossy little brat. I thought we agreed that I would do the ordering during our private time.”

  “Now that you’re going to be a 1st Lieutenant, I will lose all rank status. I gotta boss you around somewhere.” Sam shrugged.

  Rich grinned. “You’re still senior to me. I have some plans, however.”

  “You do? What might they be?”

  “Oh, trust me, you’ll like them. Into the house with you now,” he issued as he patted her backside. Once the door closed behind them, Rich grabbed her in his arms and shoved her against the wall to probe her mouth hungrily with his tongue. “My reign begins…” he growled, a glint in his eyes.

  Sam shivered with excitement. “Are you planning on asking me if I want to participate?”

  “No. I’m telling you that you will participate,” he smirked as he reached under her shirt to run his hand across her stomach. “I will have full command of you today.”

  “What if I said no?”

  “But you won’t.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because you want it as badly as I do. Deny it.” He sunk his teeth gently into her neck.

  She shrunk to the ground. “I can’t. I’m yours,” she panted.

  Rich lifted her into his arms and carried her to the couch. “Where to begin? First, I want you naked. Take off your clothes,” he ordered, sitting back to watch her.

  With the grace of a deadly cat, she pulled off her blouse, and then stared at him defiantly. “I would rather you take off my clothes,” Sam retorted saucily.

  Rich beckoned to her. “Are you disobeying me?”

  “A little,” she answered with a sly smile.

  Rich yanked her across his knee and landed five hard swats over her shorts. “There will be much of this today. Are you sure you want to start now?”

  “I still would rather you strip me. I like when you undress me. A lot. Hence, you should do so,” she adduced, earning five more swats.

  Rich released her, pointing to the center of the living room. “It’s about what I like today. Continue.”

  Slowly, Sam stepped out of her shorts, revealing lavender high-cut string bikini panties laced in white. She turned her back to him, unhooking the matching bra and dropping it to the floor. She glanced over her shoulder as she cast her long hair to cover her breasts and most of her pelvic area. She turned to face him and her eyes scanned the prominent bulge straining against his jeans. Very slowly, she untied one side of her panties and covered herself with her hair as the material fell silently to the ground.

  “I never realized your hair was so long.” Rich noticed, not moving. “Put your hands behind your head and slowly turn around so I can look at all of you.”

  She obeyed. With the grace of a dancer, she turned her body slowly before him. Unashamed, she held her elbows straight out, back arched, chin high. Her eyes smoldered underneath the long, dark lashes.

  “My god, you are stunning.” Rich swallowed. “Will you obey me?”

  “Yes,” Sam whispered. She liked this game. It was daring, exciting, unpredictable.

  “On your knees. Elbows on the floor, bottom as high as you can get it,” he ordered. She hesitated for a moment, and then slowly obeyed. Rich stood up, walking around her, his hand stroking the raised bottom and the backs of her thighs. “Good girl. A little more. I want to see everything you have to offer. Spread your knees. Wider.”

  She tried not to blush; after all, she had nothing left to hide from him. But the vulnerable position and the blatant exposure was difficult.

  His hand suddenly smacked her bottom briskly, making her grunt. “Do not move,” he ordered, smacking her again several more times. She bit her lips, burying her face in her hands. Rich kneeled next to her, kissing the reddened skin and rubbing her quivering thighs. “Go upstairs to my room and lay on your back on my bed. Wait for me,” he commanded.

  Sam quickly ran to obey. Walking into his room, she mused about how he had changed it to make it his. It was warmer, somehow, and had a sense of strength. What did he do different? The furniture was the same, the dark oaks and high ceiling. It reminded her of Scott’s room. Dungeon like.

  She lay on top of his neatly made bed, unsure of what to do. She lifted her head as he entered and glanced over as he stripped off his shirt to reveal his rippling muscles and broad, lightly furred chest. Silently, he lifted her left wrist and kissed the soft inside, his lips pressing against her pulse point. Where did those restraints come from? Sam asked herself as that same wrist was unexpectedly bound to the bedpost. He followed by securing her right wrist in the same manner.

  “Comfortable?” Rich asked, trailing the tips of his fingers down the center of her torso, ending at the tiny dip just above he
r pubic bone.

  “Yes. I’m a little scared.”

  “Trust me. You know I won’t harm you,” he said soothingly. His hand began to stroke her neck and arms, tracing the soft flesh of her inner elbows to the sides of her breasts. He gently circled her nipples with his fingertip, feeling her squirm under his touch. His finger ran down her stomach, hips and to her right leg. He deftly applied a cuff around her right ankle and snugly anchored the limb in place. “You okay?”

  Sam nodded, trying to resist the temptation to struggle against the bindings as she felt her heart starting to pound.

  Rich leaned over to kiss her lips. “You are to talk to me if anything frightens you. I want you to enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear, again touching her breast. Sam nodded, closing her eyes. Be brave, she told herself, he won’t hurt you. He restrained her other ankle, then returned to exploring her body with his fingertips and lips, eliciting a groan as he placed his mouth against her stomach. He nipped at her sides before making his way up to pay homage to her aching breasts and stiff nipples.

  “Harder,” she begged. Rich grinned, biting the tiny, pink pebble with more force. Sam bucked under him, arching her back to give him more. “I need you. Please,” she begged, lifting her hips off the mattress.

  With a pleased grin, Rich lowered his mouth onto her hips, moving slowly to her swollen, demanding clit. Mmm, sugar cookies. “How is it you taste so good?” he asked. “This is so unusual. So sweet.”

  “Maybe the chemical change from the Beta gas,” she panted, arching as he sucked the nib gently. He produced a large vibrator and slowly inserted it as he continued to suck and lick.

  Sam growled. “You are torturing me. MORE!”

  Rich complied, and began to stroke the device in and out of her body while his skillful mouth brought her over the edge. Sam gripped the restraints, pulling herself into a greater arch and released a loud cry of pleasure as the violent orgasm racked her entire body. Her shudders of delightful after-shock lasted nearly ten minutes.

  “Oh my god,” she finally whispered, collapsing from exhaustion.

  Rich laid down next to her, stroking her stomach. “Feel good?”