My eyes go wide as I stare at Daddy. He doesn’t mean he is going to punish me, does he?
“You can’t spank me while Chale is here!” I screech.
“You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me,” Daddy says matter-of-factly.
“Wait!” I yell.
He doesn’t stop walking, though. Chale shuts the door behind him and heads into the apartment like he’s been here a thousand times.
“Naughty girl?” Chale asks. “Have you talked to Julan to see if his girl is naughty as well?”
“No, I haven’t,” Daddy replies as he stops in the middle of the living room.
Chale hums and relaxes on the couch.
“You can’t spank me in front of Chale!” I push at Daddy’s chest.
“Pretend like I’m not here.” Chale chuckles.
I glare at him before looking at Daddy, begging him with my eyes not to do it. He’s never punished in front of someone. I didn’t think he was actually going to. I figured he would put me in the kennel and leave me there while the person visited.
“It’s probably better you do see a form of punishment since you are thinking of getting a girl of your own,” Daddy suggests.
I struggle in his arms as he walks farther into the living room. I don’t want to be on display for Chale as Daddy spanks me. I don’t have any clothes on, and it’s humiliating for him to see me like this.
“Daddy,” I whimper as he sits on the couch. “Please, I’ll be good.”
Daddy pulls me away from him so we can look each other in the eye. “You were naughty and need to be shown that I won’t be walked over. You had time to make the right decision, and yet you decided not to.”
Tears form in my eyes as I looked over at Chale, who is staring at mee.
“But not in front of him?” I whisper, knowing he can hear us.
Daddy looks over at Chale for a couple of seconds before returning to me. “Yes, we are going to do it in front of Chale.”
“I don’t want to!” I raise my voice, slamming my hand on Daddy’s chest. “He wasn’t here when I didn’t go into the kennel.”
“He was outside the apartment,” Daddy reminds me. “You were preventing me from getting to him.”
And now I feel like crap. Yes, I did prevent Daddy from getting to Chale, but I didn’t want to go into the kennel. I didn’t want to be stuck in there for who knows how long without a diaper and possibly pee myself again. It hasn’t happened since that first time, but just knowing it could makes me not want to get in there again.
I didn’t want Chale to wait outside while Daddy and I had a discussion, but I also wasn’t expecting him to tell me to get in there. It caught me off guard, and I decided I didn’t want to, and I still stand by it.
“Chale should also see how you can punish someone, one of the many ways,” Daddy tells me. “He is going to get a pet of his own, and I want him to be prepared. We are all in this together.”
Daddy says they are learning, but he hasn’t been paying attention to what I’ve been saying about me not being a pet, that I am human and can take care of myself. But it’s not going anywhere, and I don’t know how to help him understand. I don’t think he ever will, and I can’t deny that I’ve liked being taken care of by him. To feel loved and cared for.
We never got that on the space station. Everything was clinical and we were very independent.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling to accept Daddy taking care of me. I don’t know how to accept love when I’ve never experienced it before.
“Enough talking now. You are going to get a spanking for not going to your kennel when I told you to.” Daddy moves me so I’m lying over his lap.
I grip onto his pant legs and try to push myself up, but he quickly puts a hand on my back, keeping me in place.
“Daddy,” I whimper. I close my eyes as he starts rubbing my bottom.
I can feel Chale staring at us, and the anticipation is killing me as Daddy continues to rub my bottom. Is he going to rub mybottom forever and never spank me? Does he want me to be at war with myself and that be the punishment?
