“Am I being unreasonable?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then you understand why I’m punishing you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.There are tears in her eyes.I’m not sure if they stem from fear or uncertainty.Or perhaps she’s remorseful.
I take her hands and pull her to stand on her feet.“Naughty box, Briana.”
Her breath hitches, and then her lips part.She thinks better of speaking, though.Surely, she has learned that I’m not the sort of person she can or should attempt to argue with.We won’t be negotiating on this.
I point toward the other side of the room.“Don’t make me start counting.Your hesitation is not appreciated.If I have to count while you drag your feet, I will spank your ass for that many minutes after you spend time in the naughty box.”
Briana moves slowly toward what really is a kennel.It’s like a small cage.I ordered it specifically to fit her size.
I follow her.“Turn around and back in.You’ll sit on your bottom facing the entrance.”
Trembling, she obeys me, and I squat in front of her.The size is perfect.She can sit upright without bending her neck.There’s not enough room for her to lie down or even wiggle much, but that won’t be permitted anyway.
When I reach in and lower a mask over her eyes, she whimpers.“The sensory deprivation will help you focus on your punishment, naughty girl.Grab the slats on either side of you with your hands.”
She’s breathing heavily as she obeys me.She has her feet planted in front of her with her knees toward her chest.
“Good girl.Don’t let go.Spread your knees until they’re also touching the bars.”
My girl chews on her bottom lip as she follows my instructions.
I slide my hands down her inner thighs.“I want you to feel open and vulnerable.Sometime in the future, I will cover your ears with a noise-cancelling headset.If you can’t be quiet, I’ll use the ball gag.You may ask me for it if you feel you need the additional submission.”I move my fingers to her lips and pluck the bottom one from between her teeth.“Do you need Daddy to fill your mouth, princess?”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers.
“Okay.”I close the gate, and she flinches as it snicks shut.It’s not locked, but she doesn’t know that.In an emergency, she could reach out and open it.Sometimes, I may need to lock it to help her feel more confined, but not tonight.
“You made me worry about you for forty-eight minutes this evening while you were out in the dark alone.That’s how long you’ll sit here.”
“Yes, Daddy.”She shudders from head to toe.
Her pussy glistens.She’s turned on.I suspected she would be.It’s not the naughty box itself that’s made her horny.It’s her submission.
Tonight was very stressful for her.She needs this.The blindfold will help her go into her head and think about her behavior.If she hates the naughty box, she’ll be less likely to disobey me.If she enjoys the confinement, she might pull stunts in order to intentionally spend time in this quiet space where she can regroup and remind herself who her Daddy is.Who owns her.Who she belongs to.
Fuck, she’s precious.
Andmine.
She’s finally in my house.In my room.
Inourroom.
Where she belongs.
From now on, she will live under my rule.It will fulfill her in ways she can’t yet imagine.
Twenty-Eight
Briana
It’s the longest forty-eight minutes of my life.It seems like hours.Time drags on.Daddy moves around the room the entire time.I don’t know what he’s doing.My imagination conjures up evil things like torture devices.Is he turning this room into a dungeon?