I didn’t like the sound of a spanking, not one bit. I couldn’t remember the last time I got a spanking. Probably when I was a child, and if I remembered correctly, I didn’t enjoy them then either.
“Is a spanking really necessary, Daddy? I’ll remember to look next time.”
“The fact that you are asking that question tells me that a spanking isabsolutelynecessary. Come on, the longer you wait, the worse it will seem.”
Easy to say for the man who wasn’t going over someone’s lap for a spanking he didn’t want. I didn’t see his butt on the firing line, literally. I continued to stare, pleading with my eyes not to make me do this. It didn’t seem like that was going to do anything, though.
Letting out a small sigh, I not-so-gracefully draped myself over his lap, giving in to my fate and doom.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
I didn’t feel like a good girl right now, but whatever he wanted to believe. Who was I to try and change his mind? Maybe that would mean that he would go a little easier on me.
“Twenty spanks, Little brat. I want you to count them. I’ll also allow you to keep your dress and panties on this time, but don’t expect that all the time.”
How benevolent of him,I thought. Giving him an eye roll, I knew for certain he couldn’t see, I settled in for my fate. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to count them all, but I was going to give it my best shot.
Smack!
“OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT SHIT HURT DADDY!” I yelled!
I wasn’t prepared for the sting that was spreading along my right butt cheek. I was going to have a permanent handprint on my ass, I just knew it.
“Language, Rebekah. What did I tell you last night about using such colorful words?”
“I don’t give a damn what you said. That shit hurt! I don’t think I can handle nineteen more of them, Daddy.”
“Twenty-three more. Keep saying ugly words and I’ll keep adding more.”
I bit back my remark that threatened to spill out. If my ass was already on fire after one smack, I could only imagine what it was going to feel like after the rest of them. There was no way I was going to be able to sit down after this!
“Okay, Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“Not yet, you aren’t, but you will be.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Daddy didn’t give me a chance to reply as he began to rain down havoc on my poor bottom. One after another, Daddy scattered smacks along my butt and upper thighs. Before he reached ten, I was already a blubbering mess.
I was barely able to count out the smacks, and he continued to scatter them along my backside. Eventually, my words became incoherent, and Daddy took pity on me. He finished counting each one, all the way to twenty-four, like he promised.
My world was shifted upright again, and I let out a hiss when my butt came into contact with his rough jeans. “Ouch, Daddy, that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, Brat. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t learn anything.”
“I think I would learn just fine,” I muttered.
“Your bottom must not be hurting that bad if you are still throwing sass my way. Maybe you need a few extra swats.”
“Nope! I promise I’ve learned my lesson,” I blurted, grabbing his hands between mine, holding on for dear life.
“Now, tell Daddy why you got your spanking. Without the sass, unless you want another trip back over my knee. I will warn you, getting two spankings in a row doesn’t feel pleasant at all.”
“I got a spanking because I didn’t check the peephole before I opened the door.”
“And why is that not okay?”
“Because something or someone who could harm me might be standing on the other side. It’s for my safety.”
