“I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again,” she promised.
“You will. Little girls make poor choices sometimes. When you do, I will punish you. Tonight, I’m going to give you twenty swats to help you remember to tell Daddy the truth. The next spanking will be more severe. Do you have any questions, Brooklyn?”
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked, squeezing her thighs together.
Suspecting that was arousal mingled with apprehension, Caden didn’t sugarcoat it for her. “Yes, little girl.” He reached for her waistband and pulled her leggings down to her ankles. Guiding Brooklyn over his thighs, he was proud of her for not struggling or protesting. When he had her in position, he hooked a finger into her panties and exposed her bottom completely.
“No!” she yelped and struggled to slide off his lap.
Holding her securely in place, Caden reassured her, “Little girls get spanked on their bare skin, Brooklyn. Since this is your first time over my knee, I won’t make you stand in the corner with your punished bottom on display afterward.”
“I’m really sorry I lied,” she whispered.
“This will erase the lie, Brooklyn, and you can have a fresh start.” He lifted his hand and delivered the first smack. Brooklyn gasped at the sting. He admired the view as her pale skin turned pink.
Caden didn’t draw out her discipline. He scattered the swats over her buttocks and upper thighs in quick succession. She tried to avoid his hand as quick gasps and protests fell from her lips for the first dozen slaps. Her movements revealed her shiny juices coating the tops of her thighs and confirmed his suspicion of her arousal.
“Daddy’s got you, little girl. I’m so proud of you being brave,” he praised her and watched her relax over his lap for the final few swats. “Good girl.”
When he finished, Caden ran his hand over her red skin. “What a pretty spanked bottom. Everything is better now. No lies separate us. You deserve a reward, don’t you?”
Brooklyn nodded without asking any questions. Draped over his lap, she tensed when he pulled her leggings and panties all the way off. “Spread your legs, Brookie.”
After a pause, she shifted slightly. “More, little girl,” he instructed and watched as she moved her thighs several inches apart.
“Good girl.”
Caden trailed his fingers over her red bottom to her wet pussy. A gasp escaped from his little girl as he stroked her intimately. His cock, already steel-hard in his fatigues, jerked against the material. Her juices coated his fingers as he caressed her. Concentrating on those sensitive places that made her tense and inhale sharply, Caden focused on pleasuring her. Her body wiggled enticingly and she lifted her hips to press against his fingers as he tapped on her clit.
Damn, I’m a lucky man.
Her body tensed under his forearm braced on Brooklyn’s lower back to secure her in place. Caden thrust his fingers into her warmth and rotated his hand to continue to brush over that small bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Come, baby girl. Come all over my fingers.”
“Daddy!” she cried out as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Gentling his fingers, Caden extended her pleasure with a light touch. When her body slumped limply over his lap, he gathered her into his arms and lifted Brooklyn to sit on his lap. He rocked her gently as he praised her.
“That’s my very good little girl. Daddy is so proud of you.”
“My lie is gone now?” she asked, searching his face.
“What lie?” he asked and kissed her forehead.
She nodded and leaned against his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Shall we go have dinner now? I bet you’re still hungry.”
“Please, Daddy.”
He redressed his little girl and took her hand to lead her back to her stool. Caden didn’t allow himself to react when she hissed at the sensation of the hard wood on her punished bottom. That discomfort would remind her not to lie again.
CHAPTER 6
Their dinner, Caden repeated to himself as he opened his freezer, checking for something quick to fix. Thankfully, he enjoyed cooking and made large batches of dishes to freeze for nights he got home late or from missions and his fridge was empty. He grabbed a container of a cheat meal and popped it in the microwave to heat.
To stay in top physical condition, Caden watched what he ate and paid attention to nutrition. His twenties were long past. He couldn’t fuel his body with junk and expect the level of energy and strength he needed to survive on missions. Considering Brooklyn’s slim build and the fact she’d skipped breakfast and lunch, he suspected she was not as healthy as she should be. He definitely wasn’t a purist with only healthy food in his house. There had to be a balance.
“What do you usually eat?” he asked.
