FIVE
Yamal leaves the room, leaving me with Chale, who is still holding me down, my bare bottom out with my knees up to my chest, completely exposed.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he asks.
“You must have heard things,” I tell him. “I called you Sir.”
He shakes his head. “And now you are lying to me.”
“I’m not lying! I promise I did not use your name,” I lie once again.
His eyes narrow on me, and I suck in a breath. I am dead. Maybe I should have come clean the first time.
“Do you want to correct what you just said?” he calmly asks. “I’m giving you one last chance.”
I open and close my mouth several times. I’ve come this far; maybe I can convince him that I didn’t call him Chale.
“I didn’t say your name,” I tell repeat. “I think we need to get your ears checked by Yamal since he is here. Maybe he can help with your hearing.”
Daddy’s eyes narrow on me, and I gulp. I should not have done that.
“Wait!” I yell.
“Too late,” he replies.
Before I know what is happening, Daddy’s left hand leaves my body and starts swatting my bottom… hard.
“Wait!” I scream again, trying to get away from him.
“No, I gave you plenty of times to change your answer, and you still decided to lie to me,” he says. “No more waiting. You are getting spanked for using my name when I told you not to and for lying to me multiple times.”
“Chale!” Tears run down my face as he continues to swat my bottom.
“Daddy,” he says. “You call me Daddy and nothing else. Do you understand?”
“Stop!” I try to move my poor bottom away from his hand, but his left hand keeps my body still. “Stop! Please!”
“No more lying, and no more calling me by my name.” Daddy lands several spankings on my sit spot, making me cry out.
Tears run down my face faster.
“Okay!” I sob.
Daddy stops and picks me up, holding me close to his chest.
“Daddy doesn’t like spanking you, but you were naughty,” he says. “But all is forgiven now. We swipe the plate clean and start fresh.”
I keep crying into his chest as my bottom throbs.
“Meanie,” I mumble into his chest.
“Daddy is such a meanie, but he is your meanie. He wants to take care of you and make sure that you are healthy. Lying isn’t a good thing, and calling Daddy by his real name isn’t, either,” he gently tells me. “Now, Yamal is going to come back in and take all your vitals. You are going to be a good girl and lie down while he does it. You won’t fight him. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says.
“Yes...” I can’t bring myself to say Daddy out loud.
