Hanna's Awakening (6 page)

Ben laid the thermometer on the nightstand and pulled Hanna over his lap. He’d had enough of her arguing and disobedience. She was under his roof, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t warned her what would happen if she didn’t behave. She’d also agreed to his discipline after her first spanking—a spanking she’d asked for.

He covered her legs with one of his to prevent her kicking. In a matter of seconds, her flailing hands were captured and pressed to the small of her back. She was so little it wasn’t hard to trap her, though to her credit she did put up a good fight. Her pajama shorts rode up as she squirmed, and he placed a volley of slaps to her exposed upper thighs.

“I believe the rule in this house is that naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he said, yanking down her shorts and panties.

“No, Daddy! Please don’t!”

Ignoring her cries, he cupped his palm and delivered over a dozen swift smacks, spreading the punishment out evenly between both her cheeks. The sight of her reddening under his hand was exquisite. He couldn’t deny that he loved punishing her, loved to exercise his authority over her. Not because he was cruel and wished to cause her pain, but because he cared about her and wished to provide her with guidance. He couldn’t help that the act of spanking her bare bottom was erotic, though he doubted she viewed it as anything but plain punishment.

He paused to rub her cheeks when she calmed a bit, her useless kicks and squirms ceasing. Her breaths came ragged and rough, but he didn’t think she was crying yet. If he had to take her to that place to secure her obedience, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d promised to give her what she needed, and that’s what he planned to do right now, even though she might not appreciate it yet.

“Are you ready to be a good girl?”

She didn’t utter a word, but her silence spoke of anger. His baby girl needed more spanking.

“All right then. I can see more punishment is in order.” He whacked her bare bottom cheeks as she continued to squirm. He kept spanking until she was gasping for breath and promising to be a good girl. He slid her off his lap, and she immediately turned over in the bed, struggling to pull up her panties and shorts. Confusion played across her face, and her lips formed in a prominent pout.

“I’m not sick,” she said, rubbing her bottom. “You’re being unreasonable.”

He almost laughed at that. The only one being unreasonable was the naughty girl who obviously needed to spend more time over his knee. But he had an item to retrieve first. “I need to go get something, Hanna. I’ll be right back. If you move a muscle, I’ll spank you with a wooden spoon. Do you understand?”

Eyes glistening, she nodded.

“I want to hear you say ‘yes, Daddy, I understand.’”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Her tone was softer, but a small spark of insolence still burned through her response.

Back in his bathroom, Ben grabbed a hand towel and searched for a container of Vaseline. Hanna needed more discipline, and it was his job to give it to her. She would submit to the thermometer, and he didn’t plan to place it under her tongue anymore. That ship had sailed. He’d lost his patience. Determination lanced through him as he opened Hanna’s bedroom door and found her still on the bed. Smart girl.

“Lie down on your stomach, baby girl. It’s time to take your temperature.”

“I don’t understand. Why must I lie down on my stomach? I thought that goes in my mouth?” Her troubled, innocent expression made her appear younger. Locks of silky blond hair rested around her shoulders in disarray, and her cheeks were eternally flushed. God, he loved it when she blushed.

“I’m trying to help you, Hanna, and you’ve been quite the naughty little girl. Naughty little girls get their temperatures taken in their bottom holes.”

The color drained from her face; every last shade of red that had stained her cheeks a moment ago disappeared in a flash. As she shook her head, her hair flipped about her face. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am. On your stomach. Now. Or I’ll leave and return with a wooden spoon.”

She took a deep breath and slowly moved into position, lying down on her stomach overtop the covers. Though her shorts were in place, he saw evidence of her recent spanking on the backs of her thighs. The visual caused his cock to harden further, and his balls felt heavier with each breath. If he didn’t pluck the temptation before him tonight, it would be a miracle. He schooled his features to be stern and approached her to take a seat.

He placed a hand on her bottom. “All you had to do was obey me and stay on the couch and allow me to take your temperature. I would be done by now had you not thrown a fit, and I wouldn’t have placed it in your little hole either. You asked for this punishment, young lady. Now be a good girl for me.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just really didn’t want you to take my temperature.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know I don’t have a fever.”

“Let’s find out,” he said, reaching for the thermometer. He placed it, along with the Vaseline and towel, down on the bed beside her. “But first I think you need a few more spanks. I’m not happy that you left the living room. I sincerely hope you learn to follow instructions better.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into the covers. “I’m sorry I fought you.”

He dragged her shorts and panties down together until they bunched above her knees. She had the cutest little bottom. He caressed her cheeks for several seconds, hoping his attentions calmed her and reminded her of the trust she’d placed in him by consenting to his discipline. A sigh left her throat, causing Ben to wonder if she enjoyed his touch. He gave himself a mental shake. He’d promised her a few more spanks, and Ben Foster was a man of his word.

Smack! He brought his hand down sharply on her flesh, over and over. She gasped with each blow, but she didn’t attempt to rise up.
Such a good girl
, he thought. After a dozen strikes, he resumed massaging her buttocks with one hand while he reached for the Vaseline.

“Have you had your temperature taken this way before?” he asked.

“No.” She peered over her shoulder, watching as he uncapped the container.

Ben scooped a dollop of ointment on his finger. “I want you to be my good girl for this part.” He arched an eyebrow, and she settled back down on the bed, burying her face in the covers.

Her hands curled into tiny fists and her whole body tensed. Ben took way too much pleasure in splaying her ass cheeks apart to expose her tight hole. Fuck, he was ready to explode in his pants. Ready to press her down and fuck that tight hole. But he couldn’t. Even if Hanna wasn’t sick, he couldn’t act on such roguish impulses, and her well-being was far more important than his.

“I’m going to moisten you now. Be very still. This will help the thermometer ease inside you without hurting. I don’t want to hurt you.”

With that, he placed the ointment to her rosebud.

“Oh!” She shifted her hips but remained in place.

Ben coated her opening, taking his time to spread the Vaseline all over until it glistened over her pink puckering skin. “You’re being a very good girl, Hanna.”

He wiped his hand on the towel and reached for the thermometer. He spread her cheeks apart with one hand and placed the tip to her secret entrance. Her hole clenched and unclenched as he slid it inside. When it was fully seated, he let her cheeks close and remained near her with a possessive hand on her backside, lest she decide to reach back and pull it out.

“Three minutes,” he announced.

Three long minutes was more like it. Ben wasn’t sure if he blinked once. His eyes refused to leave the lovely sight before him: Hanna with a thermometer poking out of her freshly spanked bottom. How he ached to sink within her depths, to stroke her pink pussy, to teach her all about pleasure; preferably after he’d reddened her backside. Disciplining her awakened his primal side, the side of him that burned for her more each day, as well as the side of him that liked playing daddy to her baby girl.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

“Time’s up.”

Once again, he spread her cheeks much wider than necessary. Her pussy was perfect, and he suspected she’d trimmed herself down there. Where she’d gotten that idea, he didn’t know. The pinkness between her downy lips protruded, and as he spread her even wider, he swore he saw wetness.

Correction. A lot of wetness. His baby girl was drenched.

Stunned, he gazed at her pink parts. “Move your legs apart. Daddy needs to get a better look at you.”

She obeyed without question. So willing to please. Well, at least she was after a sound spanking.

Her pussy lips opened farther to his inspection. Telltale moisture gleamed within her folds. She was beautiful and hot. Damn. Was this her problem? Maybe she didn’t have a fever after all. Realization dawned as he withdrew the thermometer from her asshole, appreciating the way her little hole pulsed as he dragged it out slowly.

He inspected the thermometer. No fever. “Sit up so we can talk, Hanna. Don’t pull your shorts and panties up yet.” How in good conscience could he leave her, frustrated and naïve as she was? Someone had to teach her. Someone had to explain why she was so wet and hot all over.

She turned over and brought her knees up to her chest, but placed one hand over her pussy. Head inclined, she stared at the bedcovers.

It boosted his ego that she’d grown wet because of him. He doubted the movie had had anything to do with it. He took a calming breath and cleared his throat.

“You don’t have a fever, Hanna. You’re sexually aroused.”

Her head shot up. Alarm flickered in her eyes. “Wh… what?”

“You’re turned on. The reason you’re all hot and bothered is because…” His voice trailed off and he waited for her reaction, hoping she’d understand.

“I—I think I know what you’re trying to say, and I want you to know how sorry I am. I am so ashamed.” She bowed her head and her lip trembled.

He reached for the hand that wasn’t covering her pussy. “You have nothing to apologize for, and please don’t feel ashamed. What you’re experiencing in perfectly normal. It’s your body’s natural response to…”

“To you,” she finished for him. “You do this to me, don’t you?”

He choked up, fumbling for words. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Hanna. But I am very, very flattered.”

“How do I make it stop? I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so unsettled I can’t stand it.”

“Have you ever touched yourself down there before?”

“No, why would I touch myself?” Confusion shone in her eyes.

“I swear I won’t take advantage of you, but if you trust me enough, I’ll show how to put the fire out.” He ground his teeth together at the stupid analogy.

She bit her lip, glancing around the room. Finally, she met his gaze and said, “Very well. I trust you. Please help me, Daddy.”

He stared at her, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. He was honored that she trusted him enough to ask for his help.

“Give me your short and panties.” He held out a hand as she removed them from around her ankles. Their fingers grazed as he accepted the bundle. He placed it aside and beckoned her to bring her legs down. “Don’t be shy. I promise not to hurt you.”

* * *

Hanna’s insides quaked. She bit her lip, waiting for Mr. Foster to make a move. The look in his eyes had her ready to come undone. Those dark eyes of his flashed with an emotion she didn’t quite understand, but she was drawn to it. Drawn to him. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine he’d see her naked. Shame heated her skin all over, and she tried to push it away. If this was a sin, she didn’t care. Besides, he was going to help her. Sweat covered her arms and legs, and she was panting with a thirst she didn’t know how to quench.

The bed dipped as Mr. Foster—Daddy—sat down beside her. Her heart picked up, and her breathing became even more irregular. She squirmed, waiting and waiting for his touch, for his help.

“Part your legs. I want to see you.” His hand grazed her thigh, but he didn’t touch her between her legs.

Hanna spread her thighs and hoped Daddy approved. Her heart fluttered. She liked calling him Daddy, of thinking of him as her loving protector in all things. Surrendering and allowing him to take care of her was a seductive thought. She opened her legs farther, and delighted in the approval lighting his handsome features.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, brushing his fingers up her leg. “I’m going to touch you now, Hanna, and demonstrate how you can touch yourself. I’m not leaving this room until you orgasm at least twice.” His voice was husky, his gaze intense.

“Or—orgasm?” She nearly choked on the word. She’d heard it in whisperings at school, and even though she hadn’t understood, she’d suspected it referred to something sexual.

“Yes.”

With wide eyes, she watched as his hand edged closer to her womanly parts, to her throbbing center. She raised her hips to meet his hand and gasped. The first touch of his fingers in her slick folds sent electric pulses throughout her body. Her nipples immediately tightened within the confines of her shirt, tightening so hard she had to resist the instinct to grasp her breasts to quell the burn of those sensitized peaks chafing against the fabric.

“Let your body guide you, Hanna. Move against my hand. Good girl. Just like that.”

She pressed against his delving fingers, moving her hips up and down slowly as a delicious pressure built in her center. So much pressure. A groan escaped her when he swirled two fingers around, not quite inside her, but eliciting new waves of pleasure, sharper than ever.

“Look at me, baby girl.”

She opened her eyes, though she couldn’t recall when exactly she’d closed them. Her heart melted at the heated, focused look on Mr. Foster’s—no, Daddy’s—face. Thinking of him as her daddy, her strict but loving daddy, caused her insides to flutter. She wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to be his baby girl. Wanted to be cuddled, loved, taken care of, and even spanked when she was naughty.

She moaned and thrust her center harder against his fingers. He grinned and stilled his movements.