ChapterTwenty-Nine
Izzy
Right. Spankings first. Then a whole week of no orgasms.
A whole week of no orgasms inParis. The most romantic city in the world. Somehow, that makes it seem even more cruel.
But I know arguing won’t make a difference, and even more than that, I know I’ve earned this punishment. Daddy was right. I should have been honest with him about how I was feeling and none of this would have happened. My friends and I could be on our way to a surprise vacation in a beautiful city without any of these awful punishments hanging over our heads.
So I slide from Daddy’s lap to stand in front of him while he finishes rolling his sleeves to his elbow. Why that sight should always make my mouth water when I know it only means trouble for my bottom, I’m not sure, but it does.
Eyes locked with mine, Daddy reaches for my diaper. “I’m very disappointed in you, Isabella Grace. I trusted that we were past this desire you had to return to New York and you violated that trust.”
My heart constricts at his words and tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision. “I didn’t mean to,” I manage to whisper past the tightness in my throat.
“Sometimes, impact matters more than intent, little one. And this is one of those times. So when we get home, there are going to be some new rules in place. Obviously you need me to be stricter with you, so you never doubt where you belong again.”
Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good. But I'm still reeling from the weight of his disappointment so I only nod. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
His expression softens, just a bit. “I know you are, little doll. And the fact that you changed your mind means so much to me. But I am not going to risk you ever forgetting your place again. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Stripping the diaper from me, he tosses it aside before pulling me over one knee, with his free leg trapping both of mine as his hand comes to rest, hot and heavy on my bottom. “This is going to be a painful lesson, little one. The Lexan paddle will leave an impression you won’t forget any time soon.”
With that, his hand cracks across my bottom, almost in unison with my uncles repeating the same action on their own Little girls’ bottoms. Our cries fill the cabin as swat after swat rains down. I want to lift my head, to check on my friends, but I’m too caught up in my own misery to manage it.
Soon, my entire bottom is heated well past the point of discomfort and I’m crying softly over my Daddy’s knee. When he stops spanking to run his hand over my poor, abused bottom, I finally manage to look around.
Uncle Max is still swatting Tori’s now bright-pink bottom, and she’s crying loudly, begging him for mercy as he continues to spank. Juju is in a similar position to me, sniffling quietly over her Daddy’s knee as he strokes her well-spanked flesh.
Finally, Uncle Max finishes Tori’s spanking with two hard spanks right to her sit spots, making her howl in response. And I watch in horror as he and Uncle Jasper reach for their respective implements at the same time.
A moment later, something hard and cool taps against my bottom and I whimper in fear at the thought of that scary-looking paddle slamming into my flesh.
“Ten with the paddle, little doll. And then you can have a cuddle and your paci if you want.”
Relief washes over me, and it’s only then that I realize how worried I’ve been that Daddy would be too mad to offer me the comfort of my favorite pacifier. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Of course, little one. Here we go.”
The first swat of the paddle knocks the breath clear from my lungs. At first, it doesn’t even really register as pain, only impact. But only for a second, and then my bottom is on fire, thousands of little stinging points of pain exploding across my skin.
“Owie owie owie, Daddy! It hurts, it hurts!”
“Good.” Another explosion of pain, this time just slightly lower, brings fresh tears to my eyes. “Remember this the next time you want to go behind your Daddy’s back and make naughty plans.”
Three catches me right across my sensitive sit spots and I cry out again but I manage not to beg. He’s right. I’ve earned this punishment and I’m going to accept it. Maybe if I can take it without too much fuss, it will start to show him how truly sorry I am, not just for being naughty but for breaking his trust in me.
Because that knowledge hurts even more than the spanking. And I know I would let him paddle me like this every day for the rest of our lives if that was what it took to repair the damage I’ve done.
As pure as my intentions may be, however, the reality proves far more difficult than I anticipated. I manage to hold my pleas until number eight, which lands right across the tops of my thighs.
“Daddy! Please, please, I’ve learned my lesson! I’msorry!”
“I know you are, little doll. But you still have two more before we’re done.”
They land hard and fast, one right after another, and by the time he cradles me in his arms, I’m sobbing too hard to speak.
