Instead, she loosened her tongue and simply said, “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, every stitch of clothing on you is to be taken off and folded neatly. Place it all on that chair. Make sure not to wrinkle it.” He snapped his fingers. “Now, little girl. Get to it.”
Trixie couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Maybe she shouldn’t have called him Daddy earlier. Had she not jumped the gun on that pronouncement, he most likely wouldn’t feel so comfortable discipling her this early into their relationship.
But she wasn’t going to take it back now. Not that she wanted to, anyway.
She’d always dreamed of having a Daddy. And now that she had John, it was better than any fantasy.
Hewas better.
She knew he was doing this because he cared about her. It was all for her own good. That’s what Daddies did and how they taught lessons.
Didn’t mean she had to like it, though.
And she most certainly wouldn’t like any part of this.
But she snapped into action and began removing her clothes, feeling the weight of John’s gaze on her as she did so.
Trixie wasn’t sure which part would be worse: the actual spanking she assumed was coming or her nakedness.
Once her shirt and jeans were off, she wasn’t sure if she felt eager to get her pull-up off or hesitant.
It didn’t matter, because John told her, “I said everything.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She rolled the colorful, cutesy disposable underwear off her hips and gently peeled them down.
“Is it wet?”
Trixie nearly froze. Embarrassment washed over her as she meekly replied, “A little, Sir.”
“That tells me what I need to know for the second phase of your punishment. But right now, let’s just get past the first.”
Second phase? Oh crap! What the heck did he mean by that?
“Sir, what is the second phase?”
He shook his head as he watched her put the damp pull-up in a nearby trash can.
“You’ll see when we get to it. Like I said, for now, let’s just focus on the first part. And that has you draped across my knee, young lady. Come on. Hop to it.” He patted his lap.
Trixie sighed and then trudged reluctantly toward him.
Oh boy,she thought. Having a Daddy was wonderful. But this was one part she wasn’t looking forward to. Maybe this would be the only time it happened!
But Trixie knew herself and knew the trouble she could get into.
She’d be going over Daddy’s lap multiple times. And she’d better just get used to it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
John’s hand fell hard and heavy on Trixie’s bottom.
The Little yelped and squealed with each swat. She wasn’t sure how long the spanking had been going, but it already seemed like hours. In reality, she knew it was most likely only two or three minutes.
That was long enough, however, for her bum to feel as if it had been set ablaze.
