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  “What patience?” she snorted.

  When he removed his napkin from his lap and began to rise, she immediately began backtracking.

  “Wait, Daddy, wait,” she pleaded, sighing in relief when he sat back down. “I’ll tell you everything.”

  And she did, very rapidly, making it difficult for Michael to keep up. Oh, he got the gist of it, the promotion to VP, the big fat raise and the new office. He knew how hard she’d worked to get where she was, and also how validated she must feel being offered such a position.

  However, he didn’t need a crystal ball to see where this was heading. Despite how exciting it all seemed to her at the moment, he clearly understood how very unhappy she would be in a few short months. Over time, the pressure would get to her. She would be overwhelmed with new responsibilities, and he had no doubt they would translate to trouble on the home front.

  It had taken him a long time to help her learn to shed her problems at the door when she came home each night and give herself over to his care, his authority. Time and a great deal of discipline, along with rewarding positive behavior changed her from a controlling, exhausted woman into the most precious babygirl he could have wished for. Chéri was happy or she never would have agreed to make the leap from little girl to babygirl. Not only was it something that would bring them both pleasure, he was convinced she needed it.

  Michael ate his dinner slowly, thoughtfully listening to everything she said. Looking at her now, he could almost see the panic in her eyes, but what was the cause? Was she afraid he would agree with her accepting the position, or afraid he wouldn’t? Obviously he knew the right thing to do, tell her absolutely not! She was going to give her notice as they’d agreed, and he didn’t want to hear another word about it. Period! Final!

  As a judge he was used to making difficult decisions and issuing orders, but this was not some stranger he would probably not see again in his lifetime. This was his wife, his little girl, his baby. He would have to tread carefully. Chéri had what he liked to call her “obstinate button.” When pushed, she would fight to the last breath, even if she knew she was wrong.

  Over the last three years, he’d managed to work around it. A good spanking and the occasional imaginative punishment could usually bring her around to his way of thinking and she’d even gotten quite good at apologizing. However, that didn’t mean he wanted to activate it now. No, he’d have to at least appear to give this issue some consideration and possibly be prepared to compromise. The final decision would be his, of course. That was the way things were done in their home now, but he still didn’t want her to think he wasn’t aware of what this offer meant to her. She just couldn’t accept it, no matter how appealing Waters made it.

  If there was one thing he was convinced of, it was that he was not giving up his babygirl, not now, not ever. She belonged to him, was his to cherish, baby and punish as he saw fit. Their journey had been hard won and they were not going backward. The rewards were too wondrous to even contemplate such a thing.

  “I see your dilemma,” Michael said gently when Chéri finally wound down.

  “You do?” she asked, breathlessly.

  “Of course I do, baby. What Waters is offering is everything you hoped for, at least at one time it would have been. Is it still?” he asked, watching her closely.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered, looking down and moving the food around on her plate. “It sounds so tempting, but…”

  “But what?”

  “But what about us, everything we planned? I don’t see how it would work out. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m the kind of woman if given an inch will take a mile. What if I take the job and am unable to make that transition every night? What if I can’t go from VP at work to babygirl at night or on the weekends? Our marriage will suffer, and so will I,” she said with a cringe, “because I know you’ll never let me go back to the way I was. You’ll spend every free moment thinking up ways to punish me, and while some of them might be exciting,” she admitted with a blush, “some will not be. I want to be taken care of and babied, not worried all the time about what your devious mind will come up with next.”

  Michael smiled. How well she knew him. How well he understood her needs.

  “Come on,” he said, rising and picking up his plate. “I’ll help you clean up.”

  They were relatively quiet as they loaded the dishwasher and put away the leftovers. Chéri was nervous. He could see it in the way her hands shook and she seemed a bit skittish around him, almost as though she’d done something wrong and expected a smack on her bottom.

  Finally, she wiped off the last counter and faced him.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked, twisting her apron.

  “No, not at all,” he replied.

  “Then why aren’t you saying anything?”

  “Because I’m thinking, sweetie,” he replied, taking her shoulders in his hands. “Now, I want you to stop worrying, or I will spank you,” he warned sternly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you keeping your distance, as if that would stop me,” he snorted. “Go upstairs and take a rest. I’ll be up shortly to tend to you. I need a few minutes in my study before I give you my decision. Go on now, be a good girl.”

  “All right, Daddy.” She stretched up and kissed his cheek.

  “And, baby, take everything off except those pretty panties, but cover up. I don’t want you taking a chill,” he added.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

  Michael didn’t need to think about anything. He knew exactly what he was going to do, but he did need to check on some things he’d purchased. It pleased him to see the order confirmations in his email. He placed a call to their contractor and made an appointment to see him on Wednesday, meeting for lunch at a restaurant near the courthouse. There was nothing in the modifications to hide. To anyone else it would appear as though they were adding a retreat to their bedroom and sealing off the door to the hallway for privacy.

  Once the structural changes had been completed he would hire someone else to come in to paint and paper the nursery. They were still young enough they could have another child if they chose. They didn’t, but he did, and that child was his wife. The furniture he could either handle himself once it was delivered or he could get Mark to give a hand if need be. He of all people understood.

  Michael still hadn’t decided if he was going to move his examination table along with his apothecary cabinet to the nursery, or if he wanted to keep Chéri’s old room for medical purposes. It certainly added some excitement knowing he would have a room for strictly medical procedures and he could well imagine her reaction when he carried her in there. That alone might be worth it, he thought with a grin. She did so love and hate it when he played doctor, and while it hadn’t appealed to him when he was attending medical school, all the lovely and invasive things he could do to her now made him ache with desire.

  At one time, he’d threatened her with inserting a catheter, but in his mind it had moved to a certainty. He’d ordered several sizes and when the time came he would try them. She’d agreed to the diapers, but he was positive she’d do everything in her power not to use them. A small catheter would remove that choice from her until she got used to obeying him. It was a heady thought. She would be his babygirl in every sense of the word, depending on him for all of her needs.

  He considered his needs easily satisfied. Her complete and total obedience, sinking his large cock into her warm, wet sheath or her tight little bottom hole along with her whimpers and cries of either pleasure or surrender were enough. Of course when she sucked his cock, he almost lost his mind, but he saved that for her time of the month. After talking with Mark about the doctor he took Susan to, it was possible Michael would have his baby get the shot so she no longer had periods. Then her sweet, shaved kitty would be available to him at any time. His fondest wish was that soon all he would have to do was bend her over, whisper “open” and she would be wet and ready for him. If he had to redden her che
eks first, it would only add to his pleasure, in fact, he sincerely hoped he always had ample reason to punish her. If not, he would do it simply because it pleased him and he could.

  Yes, it was a wonderful life, he thought smiling as he shut down his laptop and switched off the light before heading upstairs. Hopefully, by the time his baby was ready for bed tonight, she’d be crying prettily and he could rock her to sleep. It was rapidly becoming one of his favorite fantasies and he found the thought of her crying herself to sleep on his lap very satisfying on a level he didn’t fully understand. In any case, it would help her recognize where and to whom she belonged.

  Chéri was lying on the bed, her eyes wide and somewhat apprehensive when he entered the room. A fluffy throw covered her from her neck to her small pink toes that stuck out from the bottom of the blanket. He could see her agitation in the way her feet rubbed against each other.

  Without saying a word, he sat down beside her, pulled the throw down to her knees and slid his hand into her panties. There was no resistance. God, he loved it. She was nearly always slick when she was wearing those lovely little panties.

  “Open,” he commanded softly.

  He heard her sigh, felt her body relax and soften under his touch as she spread her legs a bit. Slowly he claimed what was his, brushing his finger across her clit before reaching lower and sinking his long finger into her.

  “Who do you belong too?” he asked as he carefully sought out the rough patch within her.

  “You, Daddy,” she moaned, arching her hips.

  “That’s right,” he replied. “And who does this precious kitty belong too?”

  “You, Daddy, only you,” she gasped out as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit while his finger stroked within.

  “Good girl,” he praised. “Now come across Daddy’s lap. I want to spank this naughty bottom,” he said sternly as he withdrew his hand.

  He adored watching her eyes widen in alarm. Her lip trembled. She had no idea what was going to happen next, and the wondering of it always excited her, he knew it did.

  “But… but, Daddy, you said you weren’t angry,” she stammered as she hurried to obey him. She was quivering as she placed herself across his lap. Michael adjusted her body so her torso was resting comfortably on the bed while he had unlimited access to her lovely ass.

  “I’m not angry,” he reaffirmed as he rubbed his hand over and over the tiny white ruffles.

  “Then why are you going to spank me?” she sniffed, looking at him over her shoulder accusingly.

  “Because I can,” he said with a slight smile, “and because I want to. You have given yourself to me, my little love, body and soul. Let’s just call this a reaffirmation.”

  He did not pull her panties down. Instead he spanked her as he would a naughty little one who’d misbehaved. The swats were somewhat firm, but not designed to cause any real discomfort.

  Michael felt her relax over his lap. She was so sweet; obviously assuming this would be a pleasant and exciting experience. He didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.

  Chapter 6

  Chéri hid her smile in the comforter. This was lovely, so soft and gentle; much like an adoring father would correct his babygirl. Each swat was enough of a caress as his large hand cupped her bottom firmly that soon she was raising her butt to meet his hand. Her bottom was warm, toasty even, sending waves of heat throughout the entire area.

  Boy, he knew how to spank her and make her love it. In some strange way it was comforting, assuring her he was in charge and she began to feel the pressure of the day slip away. Then he pulled her panties down to her knees.

  She didn’t tense or panic. His hand rubbed away a bit of the sting and she let the contentment steal over her. How she adored this side of him, his firm and loving control, his absolute certainty that he knew best. When had she begun to believe it? When had she started to trust him so implicitly she would surrender to whatever he asked of her?

  It didn’t really matter, she decided, moaning softly when he began to slap her bare bottom once again. The swats stung a little more without the protection of her panties, but still she accepted them without a fuss. He was her daddy. She’d decreed it so. He was within his rights, the parameters of their agreement to punish her, and thankfully, that included these lovely childish spankings that made her greedy with need. Instinctively she ground her pussy against his knee and cried out in pleasure. She was rewarded with a firm pinch to her thigh.

  “Ouch,” she squealed in protest.

  “This isn’t about your desire,” he informed her in a deep commanding tone, “nor mine for that matter, although I’m sure you can feel how badly I want you. It’s about reminding you of your commitment to me, to our marriage. It’s about my being able to trust you when you give me your word.”

  Several crisp smacks followed and she cried out in surprise.

  “Then you are angry,” she accused, pouting at him as a tear trailed down her cheek. She understood now. He was disappointed in her and that hurt far more than any smack he’d delivered thus far.

  “I am not angry, my darling. I will be if you start kicking those little legs, but at this moment I’m not,” he insisted, spanking her quite firmly a few more times. After that he cupped her stinging cheeks tightly and began to speak.

  “I understand the temptation of what Waters offered you today. For a woman like you, power is as much of an aphrodisiac as being my babygirl. You can control or surrender and be equally successful. Unfortunately, you’ve already made that decision and I have no intention of letting you back out of it.

  “I know in my heart that job will not bring you happiness and it will likely destroy our marriage. You think you will be able to handle the pressure and responsibility, but I can assure you, you won’t. There will be late night calls, interruptions during nights and weekends, it will require much more traveling across the country, which you hate. Before long, you will be exhausted, argumentative and demanding, not only at work, but with me.

  “But, Daddy…”

  “Do not ‘but Daddy’ me, little girl,” he snapped, letting a volley of rapid fire spanks enflame her cheeks. “And do not interrupt me again,” he continued in a scolding tone as she struggled to remain in position.

  “I have worked out a compromise that I will tell you about when we’re finished here and I believe you’ve reevaluated your priorities. Apparently, you are unable to make a decision and stick to it, so I will help you accomplish that. It is a skill you need to learn quickly, for as I’ve said many times, I love spanking you and will be delighted to do so every morning and evening until you have learned it. Am I making myself clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she sobbed, collapsing on the bed. It was over. Her decision would be made by him. There was no further need to fret and worry, no need to berate herself in any way. She did not need to be strong and independent. Daddy had decided and he would inform her of the outcome. Why this should be such a tremendous relief she didn’t know, nor did she question it. She simply allowed herself to surrender to his authority and accept her due.

  This morning she’d gone to work intending to give her notice. She had a plan, they had a plan and she’d chosen to ignore it, tempted by things that wouldn’t make her happy, had never made her happy. She hadn’t even known what true happiness was until Daddy began to take charge of her. How could she question his judgment now?

  Slowly, she settled her body back down and waited. It wasn’t long. He was quiet as he spanked her for a very long time. He wasn’t rough, just thorough. The swats were not particularly hard, but still the pain layered upon her until she was sobbing uncontrollably both from the burning of her cheeks and the knowledge that, on some level, he disapproved of her. It was heartbreaking and her tears reflected that.

  When he was satisfied, he helped her up and led her to the bathroom. Still silent, he started the shower and assisted her inside. A few seconds later, he entered behind her, naked and fully engorged. Withou
t speaking he washed her quickly and efficiently before he turned her around.

  “Bend over, babygirl, and open up. Daddy has need of you,” he stated firmly.

  Chéri obeyed, her tears still mingling with the water’s spray as he put his hand on her back and pushed her farther forward. One of his strong arms snaked around her waist as she knelt on the built in seat. He took her from behind with one mighty thrust.

  “Tonight you will be taken as you need to be,” he growled in her ear. “Hard and fast is what naughty little girls get. They don’t get their pretty pussy’s petted and they don’t get to come, at least not until they are properly repentant. I don’t think you’re there yet, little one, despite your lovely tears,” he sighed.

  He fucked her. There was no other way to describe it, and she continued to weep throughout even though part of her loved his determination, his stern, authoritative demeanor. This was what she’d asked for, agreed to and this was what she was getting. He was not a man who would or could be swayed by tears, pleading, or any other means. It was sexy as hell and Chéri had no doubt it would be a long night for her. Each time he thrust forward, her ass flamed anew and she was almost fearful she would come from that alone. His retribution would not be pleasant. She was thankful when he finally yanked her to him and filled her. At least she would not disappoint him again by coming without his permission.

  The sound of his ragged breathing was somehow satisfying to her. He was not happy with her in so many ways, but at least she could still please him and more tears fell when he kissed her wet shoulder and whispered that he loved her.

  After washing his come from her thighs and pussy, he shut off the water and steadied her until they were out of the shower. He was rather brisk as he dried her off, paying special attention to her poor, red cheeks.

  Chéri didn’t complain, but the tears still fell. Daddy left the room and returned with a long white nightgown which he slipped over her head. It only took a few minutes for him to brush her hair.