Trained by her Daddy. Shelly Douglas
weren’t too popular with the BDSM crowd,” I bit out, finishing his sentence.
He tilted his head toward mine. “Which is exactly why you’re here. You must learn first-hand how a disrespectful young lady is disciplined.”
Though I knew he was right, it wasn’t easy to look the man in the eyes.
John leaned forward and took my hands into his. “We’ve had a chance to get to know each other in these last couple of months through phone calls, e-mails, and the technology of Skype…”
“I would’ve never agreed to live with a total stranger. It was also comforting to know you’re Jake’s father.”
His lips pursed as he nodded slowly. “But at times, this living arrangement will be outside the lines of your comfort zone. So, at any hour—day or night—you decide to end this agreement, I’ll support that decision wholeheartedly.”
“No worries. I have no intention of reneging.”
John leaned back, crossed his legs and picked a piece of lint off his dark pants. “We never talked about the fact that all the heroines in your books have been somewhat bratty.”
“Jake thinks they are, but in my opinion, they’re just witty and have good, quick comebacks. For better or worse, I like to give the women in my stories a bit of my own personality.”
“Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed your humor and instant repartees in the past, you might want to start keeping that sass to yourself. In this house, your Daddy needs you to be respectful and compliant.”
My swallow was loud and obvious. “I-I’ll try.”
“Wonderful,” he said before uncrossing his legs to sit forward in the chair. “Oh, and one more thing…”
Thinking the intense part of our conversation was over, I picked up my sandwich to finish eating.
“From what Jake tells me, his readers seem to like darker punishments than what you’ve penned up to now. So, we’ll need to delve into some activities that might be a tad uncomfortable for you. Are we still on the same page?”
Slowly, I put my grilled cheese back down on the plate. “What kind of activities?”
“Anal,” he stated, his eyes lighting up with an unmistakable pleasure.
My cheeks felt like they could explode from the heat. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”
“I think it’s best to put all our cards on the table before you unpack. After all, you came here to be trained, correct?”
“I did, John, but…”
“Just so we’re clear, during a punishment or a firm correction, you will refer to me as sir or Daddy.”
My nod was tentative as I swallowed hard.
“A set of training plugs from my favorite online adult toy store recently arrived in the mail. Since you haven’t written any anal scenes, I’m assuming you’re a novice and need to be trained in that tender area. Some of your readers are looking to buy books that include that type of kink. Am I correct?”
As my pucker pulsed, I silently willed myself to melt into an unrecognizable puddle.
“I g-guess so.”
“In all honesty, I want this week to be filled with more snuggles than discipline, and hopefully, my house will become your safe space where you can express all your day-to-day concerns as well as your dreams and fantasies. By the time you leave, I’m hoping we’ll be the best of friends and you’ll have plenty of good memories to write about, but unfortunately, there will be some embarrassing times, too.”
Just the way he said embarrassing was enough to make my core clench. “Since we’re being honest with each other, can I ask a silly question?”
“No questions in this house are silly, Lori.”
Nervously, I smoothed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “I agreed to be trained by you, but for some ridiculous reason, it didn’t occur to me that you’d be seeing my bottom… bare.”
His grin instantly shifted to one side. “Of course, I will.”
“H-How soon?”
“Tonight, when I take your temperature.”
A cocktail of desire mixed with trepidation percolated in my belly as I waited for him to confirm what I’d already assumed.
“I’ll be taking it rectally.”
Chapter 3
“Jeans and panties down,” he said, opening the dresser drawer. “Then I want your tummy touching the bed.”
“Is this an exercise in humiliation, or do you really want to know my current body temperature?”
His head swiveled to meet mine. “In this house, you’ll do as you’re told without question, young lady.”
As I lowered my panties, something curiously clenched inside me. “Are you really doing this because I haven’t written any anal scenes in my books?”
“This is only the beginning of your training,” he maintained through a crooked grin. “Now then, would you like to remove your panties, or would you prefer I do it? Because if I need to ask again, this thermometer will be poking out of an extremely sore behind.”
“Can I crawl up onto the bed and take them off after I roll on my belly?” I asked, not wanting him to see my pussy.
His sigh was loud and exaggerated as he extended a hand.
Getting into position on the mattress, I reached back, tugged the cotton panties down my thighs and heard a distinctive snap. It sounded just like a rubber band, and I couldn’t resist turning my head to see what he was doing.
Fuck. It was a latex glove he’d snapped around his wrist.
“Now relax your bottom while I smooth some lubricant around your little puckered hole.”
“Wait a minute. You didn’t say anything about…”
But before my thought ended, his lubricated finger had already rounded my rosebud and as I wiggled nervously, a sharp smack landed on my tender thigh.
“Be still.”
“I’m not an expert in this area, but…”
“Enough!” he scolded, sliding his thick finger into my anus. “Are you in control, or am I?”
A rush of air spilled from my throat as his finger pushed deeper, invading my dark, private space. “Y-You are.”
“What would be the appropriate way to address me at this moment?”
“Y-You are, Daddy.”
“That is correct,” he casually agreed while removing his finger to give my ass a brisk slap. “Now, up on your knees, and I’ll take your temperature.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh, but you will,” he assured while helping me get into the humiliating position.
It was obvious he had a clear view of my pussy as he tilted my hips up in the air, but just when I thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he gently tugged on the short hairs that surrounded my bottom hole.
“Hey…”
“I think my little one needs a shave. But that will be taken care of at another time,” he promised nonchalantly, poking the tip of the rigid instrument in and out of my trembling muscle.
“What are you doing?”
“Daddy wants to see if your sweet rosebud quivers when it’s properly teased,” he said, taunting