Fuck. I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be, waiting for my tribunal to sign off on my punishment. It’s torture, waiting for them to decide, and I can’t even find the strength to turn my head and see who’s voted against me.
“Again, then.”
Number six rips a cry from my throat and I lose the battle to keep my feet pressed against the floor. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, bug. But you need to put your feet down or Daddy will have to strap your thighs.”
That gets my legs moving. “S-sorry, Daddy,” I sniffle past the tears slowly trickling down my cheeks.
“It’s all right, baby. This is a hard punishment for such a Little girl and Daddy is so proud of how well you’re taking it.”
His words give me enough courage to make it through the next four strokes of the belt without moving. When it finishes and he once again asks his family for their verdict, I collapse over the arm of the chair, gasping for air.
My whole bottom feels like it’s on fire and I just know wearing a diaper is going to be torture after this. But I deserve every stroke and more, if that’s what my family decides.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Auntie Gray’s voice is a low, deadly growl. “Can’t you see she’s had enough? She’s already apologized. What more do you want?”
“Gray.” By contrast, Daddy’s voice is soft, but firm. “This is a family decision.”
“Maybe our family is full of assholes.”
Someone laughs. “That goes without saying.”
Uncle Eli, I think, and Auntie Gray growls again in response. But her anger at the situation clearly doesn’t move whichever of my uncles is holding out, because Daddy taps the belt against my bottom once more.
“Again.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I brace for the next strike of the belt. By now my whole backside feels like it’s on fire and I can’t help but cry out as fresh agony blooms across the fullest part of my bottom.
“I’m s-sorry!” I choke out, tears streaming freely down my cheeks as I sob. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’msorry.”
My apologies become a mantra as the thick leather connects with my aching flesh again and again and again. This time when I collapse over the arm of the chair, I’m sobbing too hard to hear what anyone is saying.
But then a familiar pair of arms lifts me up and I curl into Daddy’s broad chest, my tears soaking the flannel of his shirt.
“Shh, little bug. It’s all over. Daddy’s got you.”
Relief floods my veins, but it doesn’t ease my tears. If anything, I’m crying harder now, my entire body shaking with my sobs. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that we’re moving, of him juggling me in his arms, of the sound of running water. But when he tries to put me down, I cling to him even more tightly.
“Daddy just needs to get your clothes off, baby, and then I’ll hold you as long as you want.”
It takes every bit of strength I have to loosen my grip on him as he sets me on my feet and peels my dress from me. And then I’m in his arms again, this time pressed against his bare chest as he lowers us both into the tub. I let out a low hiss as my welted ass comes into contact with the steaming water and Daddy once more soothes my distress.
“My brave little lovebug,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “You took your spanking so well, baby. Daddy’s so fucking proud of you.”
By now my tears have finally begun to slow and I sniffle loudly as I snuggle closer to him. “Y-you are?”
“Of course, baby. I’m always proud of you.”
“Even though I’m horrible and selfish and I betrayed our whole family?”
His arms tighten around me. “You are none of those things. You were a scared Little girl who made a bad choice, but it’s all forgiven now.”
“It’s not.” Fresh tears well in my eyes. “They all hate me.”
“Nobody hates you, bug. If anything, they love you so much that the thought of losing you again terrifies them almost as much as it terrifies me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I’m so sorry.”
