The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy
Chapter 16- Aftercare
© L 2025
*I want to thank everyone who reads this story. I started writing this at a difficult time, and I threw myself into this as a way to manage/escape. I continue to write it, share it, as I am as invested in these 2 characters as my readers, that is a humbling feeling.
* I am putting a trigger warning both here and at the start of chapter 15. If you don't feel you want to read, a physical punishment chapter, if it would trigger you, then don't read chapter 15. L has received the cat, read this her aftercare, because it is more important to me any reader looks after themselves first.
Thank you...Aftercare...
You allow me time to cry, time to process what you did, why you did it. You hold me close, you continually tell me how proud you are of me, how well I did. Eventually I let you go, enough for you to roll me onto my front. You inspect my bottom carefully, my welts and bruises, my skin broken with the cane in several places. Taking some cooling lotion you slowly, carefully, rub it on me, over my ass, over my thighs, over the tops of my legs, paying particularly close attention to the breaks in my skin, then over and in my raw pussy lips, finally into the tip of my ass hole that feels on fire. All the while, continuing to thank me, you truly saw my submission while you physically punished me. You saw how much I was hurting, and I allowed you to do it.
You continue slowly rubbing the lotion into my skin for a long time. When I turn to face you, I hold you tightly again, gently cry a little more. Slowly, as the minutes pass I stop crying, I stop whimpering. You allow silence when it's needed, and continue to offer words of comfort intermittently. While my punishment will continue in different forms moving forward. You have forgiven me, you have told me you have, and as we exchange brief words, you stress it is important that I forgive myself. But this is so much easier said than done!
You have trained me to understand the importance of both recognising, when I have disobeyed you, to be accepting of the consequences. As well as receive your forgiveness which includes forgiving myself. You explained to me a long time ago, if I do not forgive myself, then you see that as me not accepting your forgiveness and this is almost as disrespectful as any action I may have taken to warrant my punishment in the first place. You understand it is hard sometimes, and accept that I will likely be quieter, contemplative, and generally more obedient, but this is part of my process of forgiving myself, and part of our process of moving on.
You do not dwell on what has happened, your effort goes purely into my aftercare, as my aftercare routine helps you move on too. You have a personal rule you set yourself, you ensure the aftercare I receive, is at least twice as long as any play or punishment I receive (it is often a lot longer). Stroking my hair you whisper to me that you want me to get gently onto the floor on all fours, because you need me to drink water. You ask if I would prefer to drink from the water bottle or my bowl.
This isn't about humiliation, it is important to you that I rehydrate, but you know how much sitting will hurt me, and you don't want me to stand right now. Being on all fours allows me to be steady, and that is why you give me the option. 'Water bottle, please Master', I say in a croaky voice, my throat hurting from screaming, and crying both during the punishment as well as after. You take the lid off, and hand me the water bottle, holding my waist as I kneel up. You allow me as much time as I need, stroking my hair, you repeat over 'good girl', encouraging me to finish it all.
You ask me if I need the bathroom, and I tell you I do not. You then give me the option of laying down on your bed, or my dog bed. I am not sure if it's the sorrowful submissive in me, that it's right in front of me, or the fact it really is so soft, I choose my pet bed, and you ask me to lay down in it however I feel most comfy. I crawl into it, laying down on my side. The soft material really does feel amazing next to my naked body. Holding your hand for comfort, you sit down next to me and stroke me all over, softly, tenderly.
After any punishment its important to us both to talk. To acknowledge what I did, and discuss my punishment. I always find the start of these conversations difficult but a few awkward words spoken now is better than leaving things unsaid. 'Are you ready to talk'? You ask gently, and I nod my head, whispering 'yes Master'. You don't avoid the big questions with small talk, you get straight to asking, 'how do you feel about the punishment I gave you'? I knew you would be asking me this question, still, it is not an easy question to answer.
'Considering what I did, and the fact I thought for a time you were going to leave, I know it could have been worse'. I whisper, answering, but too ashamed to look at you. You grimace internally when I say that, you hate yourself for saying that. Stroking my back you sigh, 'yeah, I shouldn't have said that. I was angry, I lost my temper in the corridor, which caused me to say that'. You look upset but not with me, with yourself. 'Master, it told me how angry you were, and you had every right to be', I say trying to make you feel better. 'Well, I'm sorry for saying that, but I have a much bigger apology to make to you right now'.
Until this point I haven’t made eye contact with you, but that changed when you said that, and I look at you puzzled. 'I am sorry for not getting your glitter. I promised I would when I got home, and I completely forgot'. 'It's okay Master, it doesn't forgive what I did. I convinced myself you left your office open so I could get it myself'. We both smile a little, and then something springs back into my mind I thought of while I was writing my lines. 'Master, why was your office open'? You tell me about feeling horny last night, while it was late, you knew you had the day off today, so you went into your office to watch porn. You tell me that after you heard a noise downstairs, after checking the house, once you came back upstairs, you never checked to see if you had shut the door or not. Once the house was secure, the effect of working far too late and the alcohol you drank just took over and you went into your bedroom, you add you had barely got undressed and into bed when you fell asleep.
You ask me how I felt in the cage as you listed my full punishment. I answer telling you it was overwhelming, all I wanted was to apologise and hug you. I point out being grounded for three weeks means I will not be allowed to attend my colleagues birthday party next Friday evening after work. You joke asking me if I intend to tell her the reason why, and I look at you smiling as I say sarcastically, 'oh of course. I'm sorry I can't come to your birthday anymore Liz, I'm being punished and grounded for breaking my Owners office rule'. 'You know, you don't have to call me Owner', you say smiling, 'Sir or Dominant works just as well’, you add matching my level of sarcasm with your own. ‘Maybe that night I will send you to bed extra early, seven o'clock straight after dinner'.
I smile, but my heart sinks a little, if you were to ask me honestly what was worse, your physical punishments or the other punishments you give me, I would choose other every time, even after the spanking I've just received. The chances are you're not joking, sending me to bed early when I should be out with friends. When I'm getting into bed the same time as my colleagues are placing their food orders with the waiter is humiliating, frustrating, and is definitely a reminder to think twice before breaking one of your rules again.
As good as it is to smile, share a mutual joke, this conversation is serious. Bringing it back to the reason we have these discussions you say, 'you never really answered my question, how do you feel about your punishment'? Yeah, I hadn't really answered your question, I might have been expecting it, but I still hate these kind of questions, I find it embarrassing reflecting on punishments you give. But as one adult to another, I owe you my thoughts, 'I honestly think overall it is fair Master, the punishments from Monday are going to be difficult but I know I fully deserve them. I don't think they are lenient, or overly harsh. To be honest, I am surprised you didn't spank me more, I've never gotten less than 100 strikes for breaking a core rule before, and even with your cat I doubt I received more than 50'.
That statement you definitely agree with! 'Oh trust me, the only reason I was that lenient was because I belted your backside this morning. There is a part of me that wanted to spank you a lot more, a lot harder. But you wouldn't have been able to take it. I'm sadistic, but you know I will never take you beyond what you can handle'. Satisfied with my answer you ask me if there is anything else I want to ask, say or discuss, and I shake my head. You do intend for us to have a conversation at some point about reintroducing some form of maintenance discipline, but that’s not a conversation to have during aftercare.
With that, you retrieve your tablet, put on a Disney film for me to watch, Cars, and you set it down so I can easily watch it without moving. Slowly, very slowly as the minutes pass, I feel better, I feel myself becoming me. Right now I’m a 'very sorry for disobeying you', version of myself. But I'm definitely becoming me, not your badly behaved submissive, not your naughty disobedient little girl, just your submissive, your pet, your little. A quarter of the way into the movie, you pause it and ask me if I could eat. I nod my head, and whisper 'yes Master'. You bend down, kiss my head and say 'you have permission to address me as you wish again. You were a good girl for your Master, thank you'.
You play the movie and get up, as you do I turn to you and ask if I can have cookies. 'I'm making you a sandwich, I will bring you chocolate as well'. You turn to walk out and I call after you, 'please can I have cookies Sir'. You roll your eyes slightly, but you can't help but smile, your girl is back. If I’m pushing ever so slightly, then I've forgiven myself enough right now to move on, and that is what you need to hear, what you need to see me do. It is a small demonstration of the trust I have in you, that you won't become angry, or disproportionate in your response, because you've already said no to cookies once I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t ask again. Smiling at me you reply 'absolutely not, I won't be long, if you need me just speak into your monitor'. You leave your bedroom, leaving the door open, on your way downstairs you bring up my monitor on your phone as you see me reach for the button that allows me to talk to you 'please can I have cookies Daddy' I say in the best little girl voice I can muster. You just shake your head smiling, cookies it is then!