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"C'mon, little one, it's about bedtime."
"Can I… can I just stay in here for ten more minutes? By myself?" she asked hesitantly, a blush rising on her cheeks.
The pleading look she gave him just about killed him. He sighed.
"Okay," he agreed. "Just ten more minutes."
He left, closing the door behind him, knowing full well what she was doing in there without him.
He was right, she realized, standing outside the tub twelve minutes later. As soon as the adrenaline and hormones left her body by way of orgasm, she felt drained again. Sad. Frustrated. Hopeless. Stupid. She remembered why she was mad at him, and she knew it was all her fault. She shouldn't have pleasured herself. If she hadn't, sure she’d still be sexually frustrated, but she wouldn't feel like this.
He knew that, she told herself, and he was only trying to help. She’d tried to be in charge again, and like always, it had not worked out well.
Giving her dripping wet body a cursory once over with the towel, she wrapped it around herself, tucking it around her chest and shuffled out of the bathroom. He was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the back of the couch staring at her.
Unable to stop herself, she burst into tears. He held out his arms and she walked into them.
"I masturbated," she confessed into his chest.
"I know." He squeezed her tightly.
She pulled away, just enough to look up at him through her tear-filled eyes. "Am I going to be punished?"
For a moment, he looked confused and then understanding dawned. "Do you think you should be?" he asked, catching her chin in the crook of his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"I think…" she sighed. "I think it didn't help, and you knew better than me, and you tried to tell me it wouldn't."
"I didn't tell you not to," he reminded her.
"Yeah," she let out a strangled laugh. "You should have." She grew serious, and solemn. "Am I… topping from the bottom again? Am I trying to be in charge?"
"Sometimes there is a fine line between doing that and being honest about your feelings and needs. Did you masturbate knowing that you would come out here and ask to be punished for it?"
"No!" Her tone was aghast and full of genuine shock. "I wasn't thinking about anything but how horny I was, I swear!"
"So then, you made a mistake. You weren't trying to control the situation. You just didn't think. Do you still think you should be punished for that?"
She shrugged. "Yes. No. I don't know. The only thing I know is I don't want to be in control. I want you to take care of me and do what you think is best."
He nodded. "I think that's an important lesson to learn, and I think a punishment would make it stick."
"Yes, Daddy. I want it to stick. I want to be taken care of and I want you to be able to help me the way you want to." She suddenly felt very small and needy.
"Okay." With a flick of his thumb, he loosened her towel and it fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her naked. He pointed to a corner on the other side of the room, near the end of the bed. "Go. Stand there for ten minutes, with your nose touching the wall and your hands behind your back. I'll let you know when it's time to come out."
She quickly obeyed, hearing the soft tones as he pushed buttons on his phone, setting a timer.
Ten minutes ticked by slowly, with her hyper-aware of her naked body on display. She had been naked in front of him so many times, but this felt different. The nakedness wasn't an expectation or byproduct of play, it was part of the punishment. Knowing that filled her with a deep shame. She thought about how he had tried to take care of her, and how careful he was being with her limits, pushing her just enough to take her out of her comfort zone and give her what he thought she needed. She was thankful for that and promised to herself that she would try to submit more gracefully and with more trust in the future.
Trust was the hard part. She was still mad at him, but that conversation wasn't one she was ready to have. Once again, he had been right, and he was doing his best to take care of her, even though the curiosity of why she had done it had to be killing him.
Before she could feel any worse and spiral into a round of fresh tears, the timer beeped. She didn't immediately move from the corner and instead waited for him to call her out.
"Okay, little one, that part of your punishment is over. Come to Daddy."
She turned and saw that he was once again standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the couch, staring at her. This time he clutched the pink onesie in one fist.
He uncrossed his arms and, with his free hand, crooked a finger at her. "Come now. Don't make me count to three, or you'll get phases one and two at once."
