There’s a bit of a snap in my voice, intentionally so. While I’m not hating this newer, cuddlier version of my Daddy, it’s also making me a little… antsy.
And, if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m curious to see how far I can push him.
Daddy’s eyes narrow at my response, but he doesn’t scold me. “Just watch your step, sunshine.”
Now I do roll my eyes, making sure the movement is exaggerated enough there’s no doubt he could miss it.
“Camilla Joy. That was very rude. Do you need a timeout?”
Well, it’s not a spanking, but it’s the first time he’s threatened to punish me at all in over forty-eight hours, so I’ll take it as a win. “No, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Good girl.” Glancing down at his watch, he smiles. “You can have another ten minutes of playtime, but then we have to get you ready for dinner at Uncle Max’s house.”
“Do wehaveto go?” I whine. “I don’t wanna.”
I haven’t seen my friends since they came over the other night after they all got spanked for being mean to me, and I’m still feeling a bit unsure about my place in the group. Even though everyone was perfectly nice to me by the time they left that evening, uncertainty still plagues me and I’d much rather spend another night at home being pampered by my Daddy.
“Yes, little one, we have to. Your Uncle Max says it’s tradition, to welcome us to the family.”
“Couldn’t we just like, exchange gifts instead?”
“Camilla.”
Warning infuses his tone, and my heart beats faster in my chest as excitement pumps through my veins. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
For a long moment, he simply stares at me. But then he smiles, just the slightest tilt of his lips, and my tummy does a slow roll as he pushes himself to his feet. “Obviously someone is feeling much better, if she’s being that sassy to her Daddy. Come here, Camilla.”
“Umm… no thanks. That’s your spankin’ face. Come back later when you’ve got your Nice Daddy face back on.”
“You’re right. This is my spanking face. Because my naughty girl has earned herself a good spanking. And if you aren’t over here by the time I get to three, I’m going to use my belt. One.”
Shit. I definitely pushed too hard. And yet, I’m not quite ready to give in. Not just because I’m trying to put off my punishment as long as possible, but because some weird, fucked-up part of me is honestly curious to see if he actually follows through considering hownicehe’s been.
When I don’t move, Daddy raises an eyebrow, and again my tummy does that slow, sickening roll. “Two. I am not joking, Camilla Joy.”
“I don’t need a spanking, Daddy.”
“Oh? And what do you think you need, little girl?”
“Chocolate cake,” I answer, keeping my expression as serious as possible as I nod my head. “I think maybe my blood sugar is low and that’s why I’m acting out.”
Daddy’s lips twitch, but the stern expression doesn’t leave his face. “I think maybe you’re acting out because Daddy has spoiled you too much the past couple days. But don’t worry, I know just how to fix that. Three.”
Before I can even consider my options, he’s on me, scooping me up and carrying me to the chair.
“Daddy, no, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good forever, please don’t spank me!”
“Too late, little one. You had your chance.”
Despite my desperate struggles to escape, he manages to get my diaper off and flip me over his knee with barely any effort. “This is the spanking you would have gotten if you’d done as you were told, little girl.”
His palm smacks against my unprotected bottom and I let out a howl of pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good Daddy, I promise!”
“Those promises are easy to make when you’re getting your bare bottom spanked.”
Over and over he swats my bottom while I kick and cry over his knee. When he finally stops, every inch of skin from the top of my bottom to the tops of my thighs feels like it's been set on fire.
“If you’d come to me when I told you to, you could be getting snuggles and a bottle right now.” He shifts, and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone reaches my ears. “But you didn’t, did you, Camilla Joy? You chose to be naughty and defiant instead.”
