My life was… bliss!

Daddy was the center of my life and he was simply amazing. He

made me feel cherished. Loved beyond measure. He took his pleasure in

return for everything he gave me, but he always made sure I was pleased

just as much as he was. Max was a rare treasure as well. While I loved my

Daddy beyond anything in the world, Max was a huge part of our life. One I

knew I never wanted to do without. The only thing marring my complete

and utter happiness was… Daddy.

Something was wrong. I hadn’t yet gotten up the courage to ask

him, but I was going to have to. While he was unfailingly gentle and kind to

me, Daddy snapped at everyone who came to his home for business. It was

worse at the office, even when it was his most trusted inner circle. The men

he called his brothers, Victor, especially, suffered. Which I found odd since

Daddy didn’t hesitate to have the man in the same room with me.

I knew Daddy wasn’t still angry about Victor scaring me when he’d

been allowed a taste of my pussy. There were even times when he snapped

at Max, who took it as a personal failing, when Max had done nothing

wrong. This had to stop. Which meant I had to figure out what was wrong

with Daddy and fix it.

Today, Daddy was working in his study. There were several men

here for meetings throughout the day. I watched them from my perch on the

window in the gym while Max worked out. Daddy had growled at Max this

morning for not being in our bedroom when I woke up, which wasn’t really

Max’s fault because I woke up an hour earlier than normal.

Max had taken his rebuke stoically, promising Daddy he’d do better.

I felt bad, but Daddy insisted none of it was my fault. Now, I sat in the bed Daddy and Max had made for me in the window seat, wrapped in a fluffy

pink blanket. I alternatively watched men coming and going from the estate,

and Max as his muscles flexed, sweat glistening off his magnificent body.

Yeah. He was pushing himself hard today. Likely trying to work off anger

and aggression from Daddy’s scolding.

This had to stop. Now.

I waited until Max was on the treadmill, his side to me, running in a

lulling rhythm that always put me to sleep when I closed my eyes and

listened. Max knew it put me to sleep so after a few minutes, as long as I

was still, he’d likely focus on his inner turmoil and not so much on me.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes, he stopped even glancing in my

direction and started pushing himself harder, upping the speed and running

faster.

Carefully, I got off the window seat and fluffed my blankets so that,

at first glance, he’d think I was napping. Then I crept out of the gym and

downstairs to Daddy’s study.

I watched, making certain how many men had come into the

mansion versus how many had left. If I’d counted correctly, there was only

one person left, that man being Victor. Max would be angry with me if I

went anywhere near Victor without him, but I’d had time to reflect on that

situation. It had truly pained Victor to have frightened me the way he had.

Victor had risked Daddy’s wrath, the wrath of a man he called his best

friend, to test Max to make sure he’d protect me from anyone, including

himself and Daddy. No. Victor wasn’t a threat to me. Daddy knew it, too.

Max needed to realize it as well.

One problem at a time.

I wasn’t dressed for Daddy’s study. While he’d never object to me

coming to him even naked, I usually at least wore my little shorts and cute

tops when I knew other men were going to be present. Today, I wore a dress of the palest blue with spaghetti straps at the shoulders and the hem

stopping slightly above mid thigh. I had pale blue kitten ears in my hair to

match my dress and a tail plug of the same blue. Both the ears and the tail

sparkled with dark blue sapphires. And yes, Daddy assured me they were

real stones. I was barefoot except for a sapphire toe ring on my left foot.

I stood listening at the door to Daddy’s study. I could hear Daddy,

his voice raised as he yelled at someone. The only other voice I heard

sounded like Victor’s, which I was expecting. Still, I waited a little while

longer just to make certain there was no one else. Victor knew at least some

of the problems going on, but I didn’t want this conversation in front of

anyone else.

Finally, satisfied it was only Daddy and Victor, I took a deep breath

and knocked softly three times. Then I waited. I heard Daddy yell.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Followed by Victor’s soft, “I’m not sure, Jacob. I’ll tell them to

leave.”

“This is fucking ridiculous. I’m firing Raymond. I explicitly told

him I was seeing no one else today!”

“Calm down, Jacob.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!”

The door opened just as Daddy roared the last bit and slammed his

fist on the table. It took everything I had in me not to jump or to look in any

way as if I were frightened. I felt the color drain from my face, but I kept

my head up and my shoulders back. My hands clasped behind my back

were clenched, but no one could see that.

“Jacob,” Victor said quietly as he stepped back and opened the door

a little wider so Daddy could see me.

Daddy just stared at me a moment before he stood. He looked nearly

as pale as I knew I was. “Kitten,” he said softly. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. My voice only wavered a little, but I kept my

chin up and tried to put a serene expression on my face. “May I come in,

please?”

“Of course, Kitten. Come to me.”

I did, without hesitation. Victor closed the door softly behind me as I

hurried to Daddy. He held out his hands to me and I wrapped my arms

around his waist as he closed around me in a solid wall of love. He held me

for several minutes, his body shuddering around mine in a rare show of

emotion. Daddy always made me feel like he loved me every bit as much as

he said he did, but he never acted like he needed me as much as I needed

him. I was beginning to think there was much more he needed than he was

taking from me.

“I love you, Daddy,” I said, knowing he needed to hear it.

“I love you too, Kitten. So damned much.” Finally, he let me go

only to scoop me up and sit in his chair with me. I curled myself around

him, just hugging him, petting him like he might pet me in an effort to

comfort him.

“Where’s Max? Does he know you’re here?”

“No, Daddy,” I said softly. “He’s in the gym. I needed to talk to you.

I know you’re busy, but it’s important.”

Daddy straightened, looking down at me as if he were ready to give

me anything in the world I asked. “What can I help you with, Kitten?”

I took a deep breath before taking the plunge. “Something’s wrong,

Daddy. I can feel it. You’re not happy, and I don’t know how to make it

better.”

If I’d slapped him, I’m not sure Daddy could have looked more

surprised. “I -- what? Kitten, I’m extremely happy. I’ve never been more

content in my life. You fulfill parts of me I didn’t know were empty.” He

leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my mouth. I turned my face up to meet his happily, but I didn’t encourage him to deepen the kiss. “Tell me

what’s wrong, baby. I promise, I’ll fix it.”

“It’s you, Daddy. I can tell something’s wrong. You’re so sweet and

kind to me, but you’re snapping at everyone else. Even Max, and he doesn’t

know how to react. He’s trying his best. What happened this morning

wasn’t his fault. I got up early. He’s never not been there when I woke up

before. And you never told him he had to be there. He doesn’t sleep in our

room so we have privacy, but now he’s making plans to sleep outside our

door.”

Daddy closed his eyes and winced. “I’m so sorry, Kitten.”

I cupped his face in my hands, needing him to look at me. “You

have nothing to apologize to me for, Daddy. You’ve tried to keep your

temper from me and you’ve never taken it out on me. But you need to tell

me why you’re feeling like this.” I shook my head slightly. “Is it me? Am I

not being the good Kitten you need?”

“No, Isabella,” Daddy said immediately. “You’re the perfect little

Kitten. Perfect in every way. I never have to worry about your behavior.

You’ve never been afraid to do what I ask of you sexually. I can’t imagine

my life without you in it.”

“Then what is it, Daddy? Tell me what you need.” I smiled at him.

“That’s why I’m here. To make you happy.”

Daddy sighed. “You do, sweetheart. You absolutely do.”

I did my best to do what Daddy always does to me when I’m either

afraid to say something, or just struggle vocalizing exactly what I need. I

waited patiently, holding his gaze with mine. Finally, Daddy lowered his

head, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re the perfect Kitten,

Isabella. The perfect woman. But maybe you’re a little too perfect.”

I stilled. “Are you tired of me, Daddy?” I tried to ask the question in

a matter of fact way so he felt free to tell me if that were the case. Much as it hurt to say those words, I had to know the answer.

“Not at all, Isabella. Not at all. It’s just… How to word this,” he

muttered to himself. After a few moments where he seemed to struggle with

himself, he finally spoke again. “Sometimes, kittens are naughty. When

they are, their Daddies have to correct their behavior.”

“Have I been naughty, Daddy? If so, tell me and I’ll fix it. Punish

me if you feel it’s necessary. You know I’ll accept your punishment.” He’d

only ever spanked me once. That first day I submitted to be his Kitten.

“I know you will, baby. I know. But you’ve not been naughty. You

are, quite literally, the perfect Kitten.”

Perfect… Too perfect? I thought for a moment. “Are you saying you

need to punish me?”

“Sometimes,” Victor said, shocking me. I’d nearly forgotten he was

there. “A Daddy needs to spank his Kitten. Usually, Kittens are naughty.

They act out. Sometimes it’s to get their Daddy’s attention, or merely

because they feel like it. Sometimes Kittens need the spanking as much as

their Daddy needs to give it. It’s a way to release emotion for both of them.

Also…” He grinned. “Sometimes, it’s immensely satisfying to see a

naughty Kitten’s red bottom when Daddy fucks her.”

I looked up at Daddy. He glared at Victor, but I could see the truth of

Victor’s words. “Daddy,” I said, putting a hand on his face gently. “Do you

need to spank your Kitten?”

He closed his eyes, looking equally unsettled and aroused. That was

all the answer I needed. I stood and stripped off my dress. Turning, I

intended to bend over the table, but remembered the damned kitten tail

stuck in my ass. I reached for it, unsure what to do with it. Then I felt

Daddy’s hand on one cheek of my ass and smiled at him over my shoulder.

Trusting Daddy to take care of my kitten tail, I leaned over the desk and lay

with my arms stretched out above my head, my ass ready for Daddy’s punishment. I spread my legs apart so he had as much access to me as he

needed.

“Look at my beautiful, brave Kitten,” Daddy purred. In that

moment, I knew I was absolutely doing the right thing. For whatever

reason, Daddy needed this. He needed to see the marks of his dominance on

my skin. I trusted Daddy never to hurt me, so I’d take this punishment and

embrace it.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Not as much as you should have, but you’re making up for it with

your indulgence.” I deliberately tried to be a brat to lighten the mood. It

worked because Daddy barked out a laugh, rubbing one of my ass cheeks in

a large circle as he did.

“OK, my sweet Kitten. You know I’d never hurt you or give you

more than you could handle. Right?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready for my punishment now. Will you please

spank me?” Much as I wanted to do this for Daddy, I really wanted it over

with so we could get to the cuddling part. I was willing to do this for Daddy,

but… yeah. My poor ass.

“I’ll only be using my hand, Kitten. I don’t want you to count

them.”

“How many spanks are you giving me, Daddy?”

“As many as it takes.”

That didn’t sound ominous at all.

“This isn’t a punishment, Kitten, so, if you accept this like a good

little Kitten, I’ll make sure you receive pleasure after as a reward.”

I looked over my shoulder at him, nodding. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Again, he murmured, “Such a brave, good little Kitten.”

Then Daddy started spanking me. At first, it wasn’t so bad. I gritted

my teeth and tried to just absorb the punishment. But then my bottom got hot, and his hand grew heavier and heavier until I was certain my ass

glowed like Rudolph’s nose. Still, Daddy didn’t let up. Not until I let out

one broken sob. Tears were already leaking freely down my face, but Daddy

must have needed that verbal confirmation I was feeling his punishment. He

stopped at once and rubbed my poor bottom gently. The second he did, the

pain morphed into… something else. The transition was so swift, I gasped

and arched into his touch before I could stop myself.