“Wise choice. All right. Bend over. I want that back arched and your bottom up high. If you break position we’ll start all over, back at one. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Here we go.”
Trixie assumed the position and closed her eyes while bracing her body for the impact.
You can do this, Trixie. You can do it!
The mental pep talk didn’t begin to prepare her for what she felt when the leather slashed across her cheeks.
“Ouch!” she cried.
“Nine more to go. Could have only been six more, but that smart mouth got you in some hot water, didn’t it?”
“Yes, S-sir.”
The second swat landed, bringing with it a fresh wave of dreadful agony. She almost stood straight up and threw her hands back to shield her bottom, but caught herself at the last moment.
She was thankful she did. Even though it had only been two licks, she didn’t want to start all over at one.
The spanking continued. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed, her head hanging low, the tears splashing on the top of the desk.
That discipline only lasted about four minutes or so.
But it was the longest four minutes of Trixie’s life. And it wasn’t anything she’d forget anytime soon, either.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Phase two of the punishment wasn’t exactly fun, either.
Trixie found herself wearing only a diaper and being made to sit in a large, adult-sized playpen.
“They call this the thinking pen,” John announced as he stood before it in the den where it had been erected moments earlier. “It’s where naughty Littles like you can have a timeout and reflect on their actions.” He bent down, kissed her forehead, and then stood again. “Don’t move until Daddy comes back for you.”
“But Daddy! What if my friends come in here?” She assumed the others were due back from Auntie Athena’s at any time.
“Well, honey, then they’ll be instructed not to talk to you. And don’t talk to them, either. Not until you’re out of timeout.”
The thought of Iris, Lana, and the other women seeing her wearing only a diaper as she sat in the playpen was enough to make nearly make Trixie wish she was getting another spanking instead.
But as the soreness from the strap reverberated up her backside, she realized that wasn’t a great option, either. So, instead of arguing, she grumbled, “Yes, Sir.”
John left her alone and the minutes dragged by excruciatingly slowly.
She shifted, trying to find relief on her sore bottom, and the diaper crinkled loudly. It was so darn thick! Perhaps she should be thankful for that, she thought. At least it gave her a little padding. It would probably hurt even worse to sit without it!
As the first few minutes stretched on to ten and then twenty, Trixie realized two things.
First, what she’d done was really bad and Daddy was trying to teach her a valuable lesson. One that just might keep her alive.
So while the experience certainly wasn’t fun, she understood why John was laying it on so thick.
That led her to the second thing she realized.
Daddy was strict!
The man clearly didn’t play around. She needed to keep that in mind moving forward. Her habit of getting into sticky situations was going to get her into some major trouble if she wasn’t careful.
