"And those behaviors are harmful to you. They go against the rules we established to keep you healthy." His hands settle onmy hips. "I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"And if it's too much?"
"I use my safe word."
"Good girl." He guides me over his lap, positioning me carefully. "Remember to breathe. And trust me. I've got you."
His hand rests on my lower back, warm and grounding.
The first swat lands on my right cheek, and I gasp. It stings but it's bearable.
"Why are we doing this?"
"Because I didn't eat properly."
The second swat lands on my left cheek, harder this time. Swat. Right cheek. Even harder than before. It’s starting to burn. I wasn’t expecting it to hurt like this. I knew logically it might but… feeling it? Way different than reading about it.
"Daddy!" My voice cracks.
"You're doing so well, baby girl.”
Swat. Left cheek. The sting is building now, heat spreading across my skin. Then another on my right. Back and forth, cheek to cheek.
"Your health matters. Your wellbeing matters. When you forget that, you’ll find yourself over my knee getting a reminder."
He lands an extra hard swat right below my right butt cheek. This one makes tears spring to my eyes. Without saying anything else, he increases the tempo. His swats are unpredictable. He’s covered my entire butt and the top of my thighs with his large, firm hand. The heat spreading across my backside is real… and so is the moisture gathering between my legs. My body can’t decide if I hate or love this.
I'm crying now, not from pain but from the overwhelming emotion of it all.
"You're doing so well. Keep breathing."
More swats land. The pain is sharp now, impossible to ignore. I briefly wonder if his hand hurts like my butt currently does. Then, I can’t think, all I can do is feel. His hand is coming down nonstop and as the pain grows I find myself collapsing over his knee.
"That's my good girl. All done. You're all done."
Tyler immediately pulls me up and into his arms, cradling me against his chest.
I'm sobbing now. Full-body sobs that shake my entire frame.
But it's not pain. It's release. Everything I've been holding onto—the stress of the day, the guilt of lying to him, the fear of my first spanking—it's all pouring out.
"Shh. I've got you. You're safe. It's over now."
His hand strokes my back in soothing circles. His voice is steady and calm in my ear.
"You did so well, sweetheart. So brave. I'm so proud of you."
"I'm sorry," I gasp between sobs. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."
"I know you are. And I forgive you. It's over. All over. We're starting fresh right now."
He holds me while I cry, never once rushing me or telling me to stop. He just lets me feel it. All of it.
Eventually, the sobs quiet to hiccups. Then to shaky breaths.
"Better?" he asks gently.
