“Yes, baby. Spankings are meant to hurt, so Little girls learn right from wrong and not to put themselves in danger. Josie did something very dangerous today and her Daddy just wants to keep her safe. Because he loves her.”
As I talk, I continue spanking, and by now my babygirl’s bottom has turned a hot, bright pink. Her kicking and whining has grown more insistent with every swat, but at my last words she goes still.
“He loves her?”
Pausing the spanking, I run my hand over her heated flesh. “Yes, little firecracker. Your Uncle Bram loves his little Josie very, very much. Just like your Uncle Axel loves Lanie.”
Twisting around, she stares up at me through tearful eyes. “So, they spank them because they love them? Why?”
“Because they don’t want them to get hurt. And because sometimes Little girls just need their bottoms spanked.”
Her nose crinkles with obvious disgust. “I don’t think that’s true.”
Chuckling, I give her pink bottom a hard squeeze that makes her whine and kick her feet all over again. “If that were the case, you wouldn’t have been so naughty today.”
“I wasn’t naughty, you’re just a bully!”
All around me, quiet laughter breaks out. Movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention and I look over to find Gray making her way toward me, her wooden hairbrush clasped in her hand.
“Unfortunately for you, little one, I’m about to be an even bigger bully.”
Tabitha
“What?” Fear grips me, clawing at my chest as I jerk my head around, trying to figure out what’s happening. I spot Auntie Gray approaching with a large wooden brush in her hand, and my mind goes blank.
Are they… going to brush my hair? Is that part of my punishment?
The answer, I quickly learn, is no. Auntie Gray hands Daddy the hairbrush, and a moment later the cool wood taps against my bottom.
“I suppose this is officially part of the wedding day tradition,” Daddy says with a laugh. “Welcome to the family, Tabitha Grace.”
With that, the wood snaps against my exposed skin with a loudcrack. For a split second, the sound is all I notice. But then the pain comes, thousands of stinging needles digging deep into my flesh and it shocks a howl from me as I arch up just like Josie did, desperate to escape more of this impossible punishment.
“Daddy, no! It hurts, it hurts!”
“I know it does, baby.” Despite the soothing tone of his voice, he snaps the wood against my bottom again. “But naughty Little girls learn best with very sore bottoms. And you were a very, very naughty Little girl today.”
“I’m not naughty!” I wail, throwing my hand back to try and protect myself from the next agonizing swat. “I’m a good girl!”
Linking his fingers with mine, he anchors my hand at the base of my spine. “You are a good girl. A good girl who sometimes needs a little help remembering how to behave.”
Again the brush falls, this time hitting just below the curve of my bottom, almost to the tops of my thighs, and the tears brimming in my eyes burst free with a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll be good forever, I promise!”
“You aren’t the first Little girl to promise good behavior when she’s getting her bottom paddled, little firecracker.”
Panic digs its claws into my chest, into my lungs, slowly squeezing the oxygen from them. “No, I mean it! I’m a good girl, I am!”
A sob rips from my throat, and my tears are coming so fast I can barely see. I’m crying so hard, in fact, I don’t even notice that he’s stopped spanking. All I know is that one minute I’m draped over his lap and the next I’m sitting up, with Daddy’s arms wrapped tight around me as he holds me close and rocks me gently from side to side.
“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s right here. You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I cling to him, sobbing into the side of his neck. “I’m n-not bad! I’m not!”
“No, baby, you are a very good girl who just made a mistake. And that’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”
His words seem to reach inside me, calming my racing heart as I try to breathe through the panic. “Th-they do? Even you?”
“Yes, little one. Even Daddy. Not as much as your Uncle Ford, but I still mess up sometimes.”
