Thanks for reading guys, and thank you to those who reviewed! Here is another short chapter. I am sorry the chapters are pretty short so far. I am also sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I don't get a chance to look over my writing much. Anyway, here we have more spanking and Dom Calvin Candie. Once again you have been warned. Read and review if you so desire, and enjoy!
When they got to the mansion, there was an elderly black man standing on the porch. It was Calvin's most loyal house slave, Stephen, and he was glaring at Daisy as if she were a diseased cockroach. Once the carriage stopped, Calvin hopped out and roughly pulled Daisy out with him, then marched her up the steps towards the front door.
"Monsieur Candie sir?" Stephen greeted Calvin, but Calvin hurried passed him with Daisy in tow.
"Not now Stephen," Calvin said tersely. He dragged the petrified Daisy through the doors of his mansion and up the stairs, until they reached a huge master bedroom. A king sized bed was pressed up against the wall, and a large leather couch was displayed in the middle of the room. Calvin pushed Daisy onto the bed, slamming the door shut behind him.
He advanced towards her, and Daisy frantically scooted away from him. He grabbed her petite wrist and yanked her back to her feet. She continued to fidget, and Calvin was getting quite fed up with her defiance. "Now, now, now," he cooed, easily restraining her as she flailed about. "Knock it off." When she continued to flail about, he finally had enough. He grabbed her firmly by the top of her head and forced her to look up into his blazing blue eyes.
"Little girl. You knock it off RIGHT now, or so help me child, you wont be able to sit for a year!" He roared in her face, shaking her head roughly with his hand. Daisy immediately stopped fighting him, but he could still feel her quivering in his grasp. He let go of her head, and his demeanor softened. "That's better. You WILL learn to respect your new masta' girl."
He took his hat off and casually hung it on the hat wrack that was up against the wall, then ran a hand through his dark blond hair. "Now. First things first. What's yo' name girl? And you better answer me when I speak to you, or there will be hell to pay."
"Daisy…" Daisy answered in a tiny voice that was barely audible.
Calvin raised an eyebrow. "What was that girl? I couldn't hear you."
"Daisy," she spoke again, a bit more loudly.
"Daisy what?"
"Daisy no last name," Daisy replied meekly.
Calvin gave her a dirty look. "No last name my ass! Someone paid for that pretty dress you're wearing! Now tell me your last name, before I beat it out of you."
"Smith," Daisy squeaked, coming up with a lie. "Daisy Smith."
Calvin eyed her suspiciously. "Very well Miss Daisy Smith. I think it's high time you learned what happens to naughty little girls in this part of Mississippi. If you think what I gave you in the wagon was a real spankin' you can think again."
Daisy started backing away from him, but he wasted no time in hoisting her up over his shoulder and carrying her over to the leather couch. He sat down on the couch and Daisy found herself pinned over his lap for the second time that day. She tried to get away, but breaking free of his iron grip was completely hopeless.
He tossed her skirts up out of the way and then to Daisy's horror, he pulled her bloomers apart, revealing her bare, round and pale little bottom to his hungry eyes. He pulled her bloomers so far apart they ripped at the waist. He could now see her entire bare bottom, as well as a glimpse of her tight little pussy peeking out from between her legs. Daisy was mortified, and could almost feel Calvin drooling down at her naked bottom, which he of course was.
Daisy was a virgin and no man had ever seen her like this before. Tears stung her eyes as she felt Calvin's fingers lightly trail over her bare globes. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," Calvin murmured, as he continued to gently stroke Daisy's bottom. "You got a nice, round little ass on you girl."
Daisy fought the urge to tell Calvin to go to hell. Instead, she was forced to submit to his groping and fondling. She sucked in her breath as she felt his thumb very lightly brush over her feminine lips. Daisy could feel herself blushing from head to toe. She was absolutely humiliated. He then lifted her hips and positioned her over his left knee, trapping both of her legs with his right leg.
He placed his left foot up on the coffee table, forcing Daisy's round bottom to stick up even higher in the air, presenting itself as a nice target for his right hand. "Time to roast this fanny," he said giddily with his thick southern accent.
Daisy yelped as Calvin let the first slap fall, sending a ripple through her bottom. She was horrified knowing that Calvin could see her jiggling bare cheeks in all their naked glory. Calvin alternated between cheeks, enjoying the sight of her voluptuous bottom transforming from white, to pink, to red, and finally to a dark shade of crimson.
Daisy kicked and bucked but it was no use. "Pleeease Mister Candie! Please stop!" She wailed, but he paid her no heed.
All the while he scolded her in his thick southern drawl, reminding her why she was being punished, and commenting on how her daddy should have done a better job. He wailed on her little bottom until Daisy was nothing more than a sobbing mess. He finally ceased when she went completely limp over his lap, crying into the couch cushion.
Calvin gently ran his hand up and down her back and bottom, trying to calm her. "Now, now, now. Shhh," he stroked her hair. "I told you. This is what happens to naughty little girls."
"I learned my lesson," Daisy managed to squeak through her hysterical sobbing.
"You are quite the delicate little thing aren't you?" Said Calvin, quite amused. "All this fuss, and I was only using my hand! Just wait until you feel a taste of my belt across that pretty little fanny of yours."
Before Daisy could protest, he yanked her up off of his lap and forced her to stand. She felt the room spinning. Calvin tugged on her arm and beckoned her to follow him. Daisy once again started to panic. "Please Mister Candie, no more! No more spanking! I'll behave! I'll stop struggling. Just no more hitting my bottom, please!"
"Hush," said Calvin, and Daisy could now see amusement dancing in his blue eyes. She could tell he was enjoying the fact that he reduced her to begging so easily. "Don't go playing on my soft heart now. You deserve every bit of punishment I decide to dish out little girl. And your punishment will be over when I say it's over."
Daisy whimpered as this tall intimidating beast of a man dragged her over to a corner, and forced her to press her nose into it. He pinned her dress up over her waist to make sure her bare bottom stayed on display. "Now don't you dare move from this spot until I give you permission," he leaned down to whisper in her ear, and she could feel his hot breath swirling down her neck.
"I'll be back momentarily. You keep your hands on top of that pretty little head of yours, and don't you dare let me catch you rubbing. If I find that you've moved so much as an inch out of this corner, the whipping you'll receive will make you long for my hand little girl." He gave her bottom one final slap before exiting the room, leaving Daisy with her horrified thoughts.
TO BE CONTINUED YET AGAIN...