“Da—”
His hand leaves my bottom, and I suck in a breath, waiting for him to start spanking me. Will it be like the first time or will it be worse?
“How many am I going to get?” I quietly ask.
“Until I say so,” he replies.
My whole body relaxes as I take a shaky breath in. This is pure torture, but maybe he has decided that he isn’t going to do anything and will leave it to my own torment. That is plenty enough, surely.
Before I can take another breath, Daddy’s hand lands on my bottom and I cry out. I grip onto his pant leg even more and clench my cheeks.
“No, Daddy,” I yell.
“Yes, Little companion. You were naughty, and this is going to help you,” he replies as he rubs.
I shake my head and move my free hand to cover my bottom, but before I can even reach it, Daddy holds my wrist and places it on my back.
“Do you want me to hold your hand down, or do you want to grip onto my pant leg?” Daddy asks. “Or do you want Chale to hold your hands so you can’t reach back and possibly get hurt?”
“Pants,” I mumble, tears pooling in my eyes.
Daddy lets go of my hand, and I quickly pull it down to me before he gets any ideas. My whole body is tense as I wait for him to start spanking me once again, but the longer I wait, the more it never comes.
What is he waiting for?
Slowly, I start relaxing my body. Maybe he is just going to do the one and be done with it.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I cry out as my legs kick and I wiggle, trying to get away from Daddy. But his hand stays firmly planted on my lower back, keeping me still as he continues to pepper my bottom with spankings. I move several times, trying to get away from his spankings, but he just continues.
Daddy doesn’t hit in the same spot with each spanking, making my whole bottom ache from pain. His hand even moves to my sit spots, spanking me there several times.Tears drip down my face as I cry out from the pain and hits.
Sobbing, my whole body goes limp against Daddy’s legs as I just cry. He stops spanking me and moves my body so I’m snuggling up to his chest, my bottom on full display to Chale. But in the moment, I don’t care as Daddy runs his hands up and down my back and whispers sweet nothings in my ears.
“Everything is forgiven,” Daddy gently says. “I’ve got you now.”
I wail into his chest, snuggling up as Daddy and Chale start talking, but I don’t pay any mind to them as I try to calm myself down.
“Take a deep breath in,” Daddy encourages me. “Hold it. And slowly let it out. Good girl. Do it again for me.”
I feel my body relax against Daddy’s with each breath I take. Embarrassment fills me as I realize that happened while I was completely naked in front of Chale. The first and last time I saw him, I was dressed in a short shirt and a diaper, but at least I was covered. How much did Chale see of me?
I push the thought to the back of my mind. I can’t think about that, or else I am going to hide and never come out, and Daddy won’t like that.
“How are you, Adryn?” Chale asks me.
I don’t move, trying to keep myself mostly covered, but I turn my head to the side, looking him in the eyes. Daddy won’t be able to tell me that I’m being rude by not looking at him.
“Good,” I whisper, feeling shy.
“That’s good.” He smiles at me.
I smile back but don’t say anything. My whole body freezes when I realize I shouldn’t have answered without looking at Daddy for approval.
I quickly look up at him. “Sorry,” I whisper.
He runs his hands through my hair. “You’re okay, just don’t make a habit of it. I know you are probably feeling a lot of emotions.”
