“How long have you been feeling warmer?” Daddy asks.
I open and close my mouth, not knowing what to say.
“I’ve always felt cold,” I whisper, looking away from him.
“This is your last chance to tell me the truth before I put your over my lap and spank you.” His voice turns serious.
“I promise that I still feel cold like before,” I lie.
I let out a steady breath, trying to calm myself down so I don’t give away anything. He can’t know how I really feel.
“Leah.” He gives me a pointed look.
But I don’t say anything. If I stick to what I say, he won’t know it’s a lie.
He sighs, looking over my face. “Tell me the truth.”
“That is the truth. I still feel as cold as I did before,” I fib once again. “I’m so cold. That’s why I still have the blanket around me.”
“But you haven’t wanted to be in my arms. If you were truly that cold, you would want to be close to me so you can stay warm,” Daddy points out.
I blink several times. Shit. He caught me red-handed.
“I knew it,” he mumbles. “How long have you been feeling better?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t!” I keep up with my lie.
“Leah,” he growls. “Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not!” I raise my voice.
Before I know what is happening, Daddy pulls me away from the glass, letting the blanket drop to the ground as he lifts me into his arms.
“Stop!” I scream. “Let me go!”
But Daddy doesn’t stop. He walks over to the couch and sits down, placing me over his lap.
“Stop!” I tell him. “You can’t spank me.”
“I can, and I’m going to. I gave you several opportunities to tell me the truth, but you continued to lie to me. So now you are going to get a spanking for lying to me repeatedly,” Daddy replies.
“No!” I move my lower body, trying to get away from him.
“Lay still,” Daddy commands.
But I don’t pay any attention to him. I continue to move around but Daddy moves his leg, trapping me.
“Let me go,” I wail. “Let me go!”
Before I know what’s happening, Daddy lands several swats on my bottom. Tears pool in my eyes as he continues to spank me, not letting up with how hard he’s going.
“Please!” I beg him. “No more!”
Daddy carries on spanking me, though, letting my pleas and screaming fill the air around us.
“Stop!” I yell.
“No, you lied to me several times when I gave you the opportunity to tell me the truth. I need to show you that you can’t get away with being naughty.” Daddy lands several swats on my sit spot, making me howl in pain.
