Heart pounding, she forced herself to turn and face her Daddy. Her very stern, very disappointed Daddy.
Ugh.
Her gaze shifted to the shiny paddle in his hand and she swore she could feel the blood drain from her face. The paddle looked just as heavy if not heavier than her hairbrush, and she had a feeling she was going to be sitting gingerly the rest of the day.
“Samantha, if I have to tell you again, I am going to start adding strokes with my belt.Come. Here.”
With a shocked squeak, she hurried forward. She might not know how bad this spanking was going to be, but she wasabsolutelysure she didn’t want to make it any worse.
Stopping in front of him, she looked up into his pale eyes, and his face blurred as tears pooled on her lashes. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
His expressions softened, but only a fraction. “I know, baby. But you understand why Daddy has to punish you, right?”
Punish. God, the things that single word did to her insides, twisting her up into a pretzel of nerves and need. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me.”
Blinking up at him, she sniffled back the tears. “What?”
“Tell Daddy why you need to be punished, Samantha.”
Oh, god. He wasn’t really going to make hersayit, was he?
But one look at the determined set of his jaw was all it took for her to know that yes, yes he absolutely was going to make her say it out loud.
Doubleugh.
“Um, because I was naughty.”
“What did you do?”
“I–I tried to sneak a brownie.”
“And why was that naughty?”
A pitiful whine slipped from her lips as she shifted from one foot to the other. “Can’t you just spank me and get it over with?”
One dark eyebrow rose, sending her already racing heart beating even faster as he reached out to grip her chin, forcing her head back. “This right here is why I’m making you spell it out for me, little girl. You are going to learn, one way or another, that you are not in charge. Daddy makes the rules, you follow the rules. Do you understand me, Samantha?”
Oh, god. That was so fucking hot. Terrifying, but hot. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then tell me why it was naughty for you to get a brownie.”
“Be-because you told me I couldn’t have one until lunch.”
“And why did Daddy tell you that you couldn’t have a brownie?”
Feeling more Little than she could ever remember, she sniffled again as fresh tears swam in her eyes. “Because I didn’t finish my fruit at breakfast.”
“That’s right. And it’s Daddy’s job to make sure his Little girl is properly taken care of. Which means fruits and veggies andprotein first, sweet treats last. Do you understand why Daddy made that rule, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” She knew, logically, and as a mother she’d had very similar rules for her own kid growing up.
That didn’t make it any easier to follow those rules when she was eyeball-deep in her Little space, apparently.
“Good. Now, Daddy’s going to take those pretty panties down and spank your bottom until it’s red and glowing so that the next time you’re tempted to break a rule that’s meant to keep you safe and healthy you have a reason to think twice. Come with me.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her over to the couch. But instead of sitting down and pulling her right over his lap like she’d expected, he gestured to the pile of stuffies still piled in the corner. “Pick a friend to hold onto during your spanking, baby.”
