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Without another word, he placed the wooden spoon down in front of my face before he pressed the flat of his hand on my left bottom cheek.
I stared at that spoon and gulped.
“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded, feeling the need to beg before he started, even though I knew it was going to accomplish nothing.
He didn’t answer me. Instead, his hand lifted from my left cheek, and then it came down hard. My back arched instinctively, and I yelped, the sting spreading over my backside like wildfire.
Then his hand rose again.
This time, he smacked my right cheek. It hurt, but I knew this was only the start. My ass was going to sting a whole lot more before he was finished with me.
The first few blows were hard and fast. The ones that followed those were even fiercer. His hand scalded my bare cheeks, smacking from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He spanked me hard, his palm burning into me as if molten lava had singed my flesh. The sensation was relentless, a fierce and unforgiving assault that radiated outward, leaving me breathless and trembling.
And still, he didn’t slow down.
He thoroughly thrashed my backside. I tried to stay quiet, but it was nearly impossible from the very start.
When he spanked me hard enough to leave my ass feeling like it had caught fire, I couldn’t help it. I cried out, a long, agonizing sound, but that didn’t stop him.
Instead, he just spanked me harder and it wasn’t until my eyes watered and my cries grew desperate that he paused for even a single moment.
I used it to catch my breath.
He used it to pick up the wooden spoon.
In an instant, I was begging him for mercy.
“No, Daddy, please! Please don’t spank me with that! Please, I’m so sorry,” I whimpered, my voice thick with desperation.
“You were a naughty girl, and naughty girls get spanked very hard,” he warned and that was the only warning I received before the spoon came down.
I had thought his hand had stung.
His belt had been bad too.
The wooden spoon was so much worse.
It smacked against the bare skin of my bottom with a sharp sting, and I yelped, jumping up onto the tips of my toes. The bite was sharper than I expected, and he wasn’t even using all of his strength yet.
But then, the next smack came, and it was twice as hard.
My toes curled against the kitchen tile as I tried to hold in the sound of my cries. I told myself that I would take this as gracefully as I could, that I deserved this spanking for keeping my true identity from him, but I knew I could only take a few more at best.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, and he answered with a smack of the wooden spoon against the lower curve of my right bottom cheek and then he did the same to the opposite side. I screeched and stepped from foot to foot, the sting far more than I thought I could take, yet I took it anyway.
He spanked me hard and fast, the sting becoming sharper with each swat. I couldn’t even count the number of blows that came down across my bottom, but it didn’t matter.
Soon enough, the entire world centered on my bare ass and that awful wooden spoon. I sputtered one apology after the next. I vowed to be his good girl and to never lie again. Eventually, words became too difficult to manage and the only thing left was the terrible sting of that heavy wooden spoon.
I cried out.
I whimpered.
I screamed.
The wooden spoon kept falling and my eyes watered. I tried to blink back tears, but that only worked for so long until one escaped and slipped down my cheek. Another followed and then another until I was openly sobbing and still the spoon continued to punish me.
Then he placed the curved backside of the spoon against my pussy, and I panicked.
