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He slowed down his spanks until he gradually stopped. Then he rubbed her bottom softly.

“I’m sorry I had to spank you so hard,” he told her. “But I just want to take good care of my girl. I want you to live a long, happy, healthy life with me.”

“I want that too, Daddy,” she said between sniffles. He shifted her around so she sat on his lap facing him. She burrowed into his chest and he just held her tight, rocking her gently back and forth.

This part had gotten far easier. He didn’t know if he was just getting better at it or if it was just easier with her. But aftercare wasn’t something he now avoided. Rather, it was something that he looked forward to, getting to hold her tight. Hug her, cuddle her, take care of her. It all spoke to that part of him.

The part that loved her.

Eventually, her tears stopped and she let out a long sigh. “My bottom hurts, Daddy.”

“I know it does. Poor baby. But next time you’re going to think twice before you put yourself at risk, aren’t you? Or before you run from Daddy on bare feet through the forest.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll think twice,” she told him. He leaned her back, then grabbed some tissues to clean her up before standing her on her feet in front of him.

Then he grabbed her panties and leaned down, holding them in front of her feet. “Right, put your hands on my shoulders and then step into them,” he commanded.

She did as she was told and he drew them up her legs. Then he dressed her in her onesie before picking her back up and sitting her on his lap.

“Ow, Daddy.” She let out a howl, jumping off his lap and sitting on her knees next to him on the sofa. “I’ve got a sore bottom.”

“Part of the punishment is having to sit on your sore bottom,’ he told her.

“Well, that’s not very nice.” She pouted.

“Tell you what, how about Daddy helps with a distraction? We’ll do a bit of online shopping for some fun things like clothes and toys, then we’ll have some playtime before dinner.”

“I don’t know if I can sit at the table for dinner, Daddy.”

“That’s all right,” he told her. “We’ll have dinner in here.”

“Spaghetti?” she asked.

“Hmm. I suppose we can have spaghetti.”

“Yay!”

Ammo grabbed his laptop and settled down beside her. “Are you sure that we can buy things, Daddy? I feel bad about spending your money. I think I need to get a job.”

“You don’t need to get a job.”

“But it’s your money.”

“No. It’s our money. Remember, I’m yours, you’re mine. Anything that’s mine is yours and vice versa.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now, no more arguments or I’ll be reheating that bottom.”

“It doesn’t need any reheating, Daddy,” she said hastily. “It’s already hot enough to fry eggs on.”

“Good. That’s just the temperature I was going for.”

“What do you think, Daddy? Do you think this looks like a rock?”

He glanced over at her creation. They’d ordered her a pile of clothes, both for adult Aimee and Little Aimee. He’d also ordered some more clay, some slime, and paints and canvas, so that she had plenty to play with.

Now they were playing with her clay in her play area.