CHAPTER NINE
Neil
“What did you just say to me, little girl?”
She stares at me for a second and then she says softly but in no way submissively, “I said you’re a hypocrite. You tell me I’m not allowed to be ashamed of something that isn’t my fault but you’re ashamed of something that isn’t your fault.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“No,” she says, “It’s not because I actually chose to do something wrong. You didn’t do anything wrong at all. I broke the law. You didn’t. I did something wrong and that’s why I have to work to not feel ashamed. You did nothing wrong but you’re too caught up feeling sorry for yourself to hold yourself to the same standard you hold me to.”
“Little girl,” I warn.
Her eyes flash and she says, “Hypocrite! You know it’s hypocritical, whether or not you’re the Daddy and I’m the little girl.”
Her words hang in the air and she says, “You can spank me all you like for it, Daddy, but that doesn’t change that I’m right and you know I’m right.”
I feel anger welling up as she stares defiantly at me.
“Little girl,” I warn. “That’s enough.”
She leaps up from the couch. “It’s not enough. As long as we’re allowed to put ourselves down, I’ve been holding back. I’m a stupid horrible bitch!” she shouts. “I’m a terrible cunt, and I should be in jail and I’m only not in jail because of my uncle! I’m a whore who doesn’t deserve to be free because I’m a criminal.”
“Damn it, little girl!”
“I know how your dick feels in my pussy and I know how it tastes. I should know how a pussy tastes, though, because I should be in jail where all I get is pussy. I guess I’d still suck plenty of cocks, though. You know, so that the guards will give me extra blankets.”
“Stop it!”
“But that’s the truth. I’m a worthless criminal bitch who ought to be ashamed of myself!”
“No you’re not! Now, stop!”
“Fuck you!” she shouts and it feels like a slap. “Why do you get to act like you’re horrible and should be ashamed but I don’t? Why does your pretty little girl have to be self-promoting and build herself up but you get to whine about what a cocksucking, horrible asshole you are? Fuck you! Fuck that!”
“God Damn it!” I shout. “Shut your mouth and sit down!”
She stares at me defiantly, and I feel so much anger I think I’m going to explode but it fades suddenly and I let out a long sigh. “I should spank you for the tone,” I say, “but you are right.” She stares at me, unsure of what’s happening. “You’re right, little girl. I’m… I’m being a hypocrite. I’m sorry.”
There’s a moment when her face registers only shock. Then, she melts and throws her arms around me. “Oh, Daddy!”
I hold her tightly, and when she lets go and backs up, I ask, “Cocksucking, horrible asshole?”
She blushes, giggles and says, “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”
“You were right but you shouldn’t have spoken that way,” I say with a smile. “But you were right and I needed you to tell me how I was behaving. I need to get past this and stop torturing myself just like you had to. Next time, talk to me respectfully, though. In fact, if you use that tone with me again, I will spank you and you won’t sit down for a week.”
She presses her lips together and I can tell she’s about to burst. I sigh. “Go ahead, little girl, say it.”
“I shouldn’t,” she says.
“Say it.”
She looks guilty as she says, “I was going to tell you not to threaten me with a good time, Daddy.”
I glare at her for a second and then I burst out laughing. I manage to breathe out, “I really will punish you for that tone, little girl.”
She leaps up onto my lap and puts her arms around me. She kisses my face all over and when she stops, she says softly, “Daddy, if I need to remember some things aren’t my fault, you do too.”