Play Date // h.s. (REVISING)

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I woke up unexpectedly sometime I supposed was in the middle of the night, and Harry was no longer sitting at his desk but rather sprawled out in bed beside me with his arm across my waist like a buckle.

His mouth was open and soft snores sounded, signaling that he was asleep, and I couldn't help but admire his features. I turned to face him, just to admire the way his somewhat long eyelashes rested softly against his smoothed skin and his plump lips remained slightly parted in his sleep.

I rested my head on his chest as it rose and fell with every breath he took and I listened to the sounds of his heart beating. I found comfort in the sound of what was keeping him alive and supplying his body while his mind was at rest. I found comfort in the fact that his life was what saved me from whatever shame and sadness I suffered and I found comfort in the fact that his life was what made me most happy.

It was as if his life had also been maintaining my own, and keeping me alive and well.

"Daddy." I whispered, brushing my finger tips gently against the slight stubble on his cheek.

His hand raised to his cheek and grabbed my own, and his eyes fluttered open. I slightly smiled. His breathing calmed down a bit more, as his body didn't have to work quite as hard to supply the nutrients he needed now that he was awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, his voice just above a whisper.

"Nothing's wrong. I just..." My voice trailed off. I knew what I wanted to say but I wasn't confident enough to say it. I was afraid of what he would think of it.

"It's just what? Spit it out, love." He propped himself up on his elbows and focused in on me. He was clearly no longer tired, or he was just really good at hiding it.

"It's nothing." I lied in attempt to let it go. I hoped that he would give it up, but I knew that he would continue to force an answer out of me.

"Tell me." He demanded, his tired eyes locked onto mine.

"No." I replied.

"Do you really want spankings at what?" He observed his watch. "Two in the fúcking morning?"

"No." I said again, this time as more of a whine.

"Then stop telling me 'no' and spit it out."

I stayed silent for a moment, afraid to tell him what I should've just told him in the first place. Now that he threatened spankings, I knew he was starting to get angry with me, and I was almost embarrassed to speak.

"Tell me right this moment or this-" His hand trailed down to my bum and gently grasped it. "This will be mine and you aren't going to like it. Now are we clear?"

My eyes widened in shock, but I still nodded my head in agreement. He removed his hand from my bum, however then it had gripped my waist.

"Then speak up. I'm losing patience."

I refused to speak my mind. I just couldn't. There was no use of embarrassing myself and speaking sleepy sweet nothings only to regret it the next moment.

I shook my head, signaling that I refused to obey Harry. I accepted any punishment, whatever it may be. Maybe it was dumb for me to do, but I was too tired and oblivious to care. I was too tired to realize that maybe my mind would be scarred whether I chose to speak up or to recieve punishment at the midst of night.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remained with his eyes closed for a short moment, causing my heart beat to go insanely fast.

In a quick motion, he sat up on the bed, then grabbed my waist. He pulled me onto his lap, my stomach rested against his thighs and my backside facing upwards. I took a deep breath, not quite sure if I was ready or not.

I felt secure being alone, where I was able to process thoughts that I wouldn't necessarily expect to live up to. Being alone I had the confidence to want things that I wouldn't exactly want when it comes to those things being directly in front of me. I was able to think I wanted to experience punishment, but then when I'm face to face with said punishment, I'd do anything in my favor to get out of it.

Harry's hand caressed my bum, sending shivers down my spine. Without even realizing, I began sucking on my thumb as a way to cope with the stress and anxiety in the situation. Somehow Harry caught me and grabbed onto my wrist.

"Take your thumb out of your mouth. If you want to suck on things, I'll give you something better, yeah?" The scolding began. I nodded my head and instead grabbed onto the bed sheets in front of me.

"Alright. Rule number one: Don't f.ucking move. If you try to get off of my lap in any way, I will spank harder. Rule number two: Stay fairly quiet. I don't care if you whine, but if you scream or beg me to stop, I will extend the punishment. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, but it wasn't enough for Harry. "What do we say when daddy asks questions?"

"Y-yes daddy." I corrected myself, earning a gentle pat on the bum from him.

Silence filled the room only for anticipation to build up in me. It felt like years waiting for Harry to stop rubbing circles on my bum and just get on with it, but soon enough, the punishment commenced.

Harry lifted the end of my shirt, revealing the bare skin of my bum covered only by a scarce amount of fabric which made up the cheeky panties I had worn. I was only able to focus on the cool breeze that touched my bare skin after the fabric of my t-shirt had been removed. I was so unfocused that it came as a shock to me when a large hand collided with my cheek, turning the cool breeze to a stinging sensation.

I couldn't help but wince and draw my body forwards in attempt to escape the pain. I instantly regretted moving, knowing that it was one of the things Harry said not to do.

"Don't move." He demanded, and another collision followed, this time harder. I grabbed onto his free arm to keep myself in place.

Using my discovered tactics, I managed through a few more s.pankings, only having whined twice. I felt Harry grow hard as he finished and I felt knowledgeable to now know exactly what it meant. He massaged my cheeks with a cold substance that he said would reduce the redness and stinging, a process that he called "aftercare."

I remained in the position I had been in, although I oddly wanted to straddle his lap and smother him in kisses. It felt weird to have still want to love the guy who inflicted pain onto me. However I was intrigued by the fact that I was still able to cling onto him rather than distance myself from him after what he had done. I somehow wanted more.
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A/N
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Hello! Sorry this chapter was short but regardless I hoped you all liked it!
Also, I'm going to start posting the dates of when I publish chapters because I've been getting comments on chapters saying "When will you update?" on the SAME day, right after I update.
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So, this chapter was published: Sunday, December 4th, 2016. 
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Please don't ask when I'm going to update unless its over a week after that date! Thank you!
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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER!
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Q: Favorite thing about ddlg? (If you're into it obviously)
A: Probably the trust and the bond between the little and the dom.
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Answer!