10
HAWK AND ELLIE
Hawk
“Elenora Rose, do you want to go stand in timeout?”
Ellie glares at me and huffs. “I’m not doing anything.”
She’s working on my last damn nerve today, is what she’s doing.
“Stop playing with your food and eat. Otherwise, you won’t get to join in the tree decorating tonight.”
Her mouth drops open. “Daddy, that is so mean. You’re not trying very hard to get on Santa’s nice list this year.”
The enormous dining room is so loud that no one else can hear our conversation, but even if they could, it wouldn’t matter. Ellie is used to being scolded and sometimes even disciplined in front of my entire family. I’m not the kind of Daddy to pull her into another room to tell her off, and even though she would deny it, she likes it when I Daddy her in front of people. My girl enjoys a bit of exhibitionism. And if she doesn’t watch her tone, she’s about to experience some.
Leaning over, I cup her chin so she has to look at me. “Last warning, Ellie.”
Fire lights in her eyes, and I already know she’s going to leap right across the line I just drew.
She narrows her gaze. “No, Daddy. This is your last warning. You’d better stop being such a big grump, grumpy pants, because Santa is going to bring you coal for being so naughty.”
Then she closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out at me.
After rising from my seat next to her highchair, I move her plate away from her, then slide my hands under her armpits and lift her out of her seat. When I set her on her feet, she tries to pull away from me, but I grab her wrist before she gets the chance and lower myself back down to the wooden chair, scooting it farther away from the table so I have room.
As soon as I pull Ellie to stand between my thighs, I reach between her thighs to unsnap the onesie she’s wearing under her dress. Her hands go to mine when I start to unfasten her diaper, and she tries to push them away, but I’m stronger.
“Daddy, no,” she whimpers and continues to fight me.
Ignoring her pleas, I pull her diaper away and roll it up, and then drop it on the floor next to me.
“No, no, no,” she whines as she tippy-taps from foot to foot while continuing to struggle.
“No is not your safeword, Ellie. What is it?” I ask.
“Red,” she answers automatically.
She’s never used it, but I never let her forget she has it.
Waiting no longer, I bend her over one of my thighs and flip up the back of her dress and onesie, exposing her round ass.
Despite the scene happening between us, hardly anyone in the room flinches over it. A few of the Littles stop talking to watch, concerned for their friend. These girls are always worrying about one another when they’re in trouble.
She squeezes her thighs together, trying to hide her pussy, but I quickly smack the back of each one. “You know better, Little girl. Spread your feet.”
Ellie
I yelpand part my legs, feeling the cool air brush over my bare pussy.
My cheeks and neck get warm, knowing I’m on full display in front of everyone. It’s not the first time Hawk has spanked me like this, but it’s no less embarrassing.
“When I tell you to eat your food, the correct answer is ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Being a sassy brat will get you in this position every single time,” he tells me.
Since I’m over his lap, the only thing I can see is the floor, but the noise hasn’t died down at all, which I’m relieved about because maybe they aren’t all watching me get my bottom spanked.
Without waiting for me to give a response, Hawk peppers my bottom with his hand, the sting instantly radiating through me.
