Each crisp slap brought a fresh sting. She assumed her bottom was already bright red.
Trying to be a good girl, she wanted to remain as still as possible. It was best to just keep her head down, endure the discipline, and move on with her day.
It was proving increasingly difficult, though, as the punishment went on. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer, and started writhing atop John’s legs, looking for any ounce of relief she could find.
The movement didn’t work. And it only caused Daddy to pick up the intensity of the swats. Now, he was going harder and faster.
The smacks were loud, but her cries were louder.
“Daddy! I’m… sorry! Please!” she pleaded through clinched teeth.
He never broke stride as he replied, and the hard smacks kept coming as he peppered her quivering cheeks. “Oh, I have no doubt you’re sorry now, honey. But are you sorry for what you did or are you sorry you got caught?”
Trixie almost answered but stopped herself when she realized she didn’t honestly know. That’s when the dam broke. Warm tears streaked from her eyes.
I’m sure my mascara is running. I probably look like a mess!
That was the least of her worries, though.
The raging inferno that had engulfed her backside was the most urgent concern!
It seemed just as hot as that wildfire she’d seen the day she’d first met John, back in Palisades.
The spanking wound down slightly. “That, little girl…”Whack! Whack!… “is one red bottom.”
Whack! Whack!
She lay in position even after the swats had completely tapered off, awaiting her next instructions. John had mentioned phase two, so she knew she wasn’t lucky enough for this to be over.
Apparently, phase one wasn’t even over.
“All right. We’re going to walk to the desk and you’re going to bend over for the rest of your spanking.”
She sat up quickly and glared at him, his image cloudy through her tear-filled eyes. “The rest?”
“Watch your tone, little one, or I’ll add even more. But yes, just what I said.” He smiled cockily. “This was just the warmup. The real spanking is about to begin. Now move.”
She was sore as she scrambled off his lap and gingerly walked toward the big oak desk. John moved with ease, which madeperfect sense, given as how he hadn’t just taken a blistering thrashing.
“Jack told me about a special tool he keeps in this top drawer.” He walked around the desk, slid open a drawer, and reached inside. “Apparently, he addresses issues of concern with Iris in here, too. All the Daddies do with their Littles. You aren’t alone, little girl.” He gave her a devilish grin. “Though I doubt that will be of much comfort when you take this.” He pulled his hand up to reveal a leather strap. “Man, this is going to hurt. Ouch!”
Trixie started crying louder, but she didn’t find a bit of sympathy in Daddy’s eyes. So, she cast her face down and stared at the floor as she crossed her arms, trying to cover as much of her nakedness as she could.
John stepped closer, put his hand under her chin, and tilted her head up until their gazes met. “I know this seems harsh. But the punishment has to fit the crime. You risked your life earlier. Do you understand how severe that is?”
The gravity of what she’d done washed over her, and Trixie felt as if she might collapse to the floor as the weight pressed in on her conscience.
Managing to stay upright, she gripped the desk and waited. Staring unblinkingly, she couldn’t stop gawking at that leather strap. A moment later, she remembered John’s question and said, “Yes, Sir. And I’m sorry.”
He studied her for a moment. For some reason, that made her cry a bit more.
“I believe you truly are sorry now, honey. But we’re going to finish this. I know your cute little booty is already tender, so we’ll only do seven lashes.”
“Onlyseven?” she cried dramatically.
He cleared his throat. “No. It’s ten now. Do you have anything else you’d like to add?”
Trixie sniffled and shook her head. “No, Sir.”
