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She hadn’t meant to be a bad girl, to say naughty words or to shove her Daddy. She just was overwhelmed with giant feelings and didn’t know how to express them. Mostly, she was scared of having to confront all those mean girls again and have them say awful things to her. She didn’t want to. Maybe this was her way of not having to deal with any adult stuff right now. Instead, she was dealing with a disappointed Daddy and a disappointed Daddy was safe. Those girls were not.
“Come here, princess,” Irish called out. Makenzie turned from her place in the corner to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide apart. He crooked his finger and motioned her forward, pointing down at the spot between his legs. She slowly trudged over to him, apprehension pooling in her gut.
“You were a very naughty little girl back at the office, weren’t you?” He asked her. She sucked in her bottom lip, her eyes widened, and she shook her head no.
“Makenzie.” His tone held a lot of warning. “Do I need to warm up your bottom before you talk with me? Because, littlegirl, if I do, it will be on top of the spanking you already have coming.”
Makenzie folded her hands in front of her tummy and shook her head no again. “I’m giving you to the count of three to answer my question. One.”
She stared at the big man in front of her. The sexy giant who’d taken her in hand so well the last week. Was she too much for him? Was her little going to push him away? Could he handle her? Why did she feel completely out of control and angry? She wasn’t angry with him… no she was angry at her own damn self. Lost in her thoughts she missed him saying two.
“Three. I really thought you spending time in the corner was going to cure you of your stubbornness. Guess you’ve chosen to do this the hard way.” He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her toward him and bent her over his knee. His hand came down quickly on her bare butt.
Makenzie yelped as Irish's hand met her bare bottom, the stinging sensation radiating through her entire body. “Ouch! O-okay, stop! I'll t-talk, I'll talk!” she spluttered, her voice muffled by the bedspread. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to cry. She wasn’t ready yet.
Irish immediately stopped spanking her and soothed her back with a gentle hand. “Shh, it's all right now. I just needed to get your attention, princess. I'm here to help you sort out whatever's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He helped her into his lap, his strong arms enveloping her. “Why don't you tell me why you are being so naughty this afternoon,” he coaxed gently.
Makenzie took comfort in his solid warmth. “I-I... I feel like... I don't know... like I'm losing control,” she finally managed to choke out. “It's like... I just... I feel so out of control and angry and scared. There are so many emotions, Daddy. So many! I don’t like them, and I don’t want them. Make them go away.”
“Thank you for telling me how you are feeling. It’s okay to have big emotions. But you know what?”
“What?”
“Daddy is bigger than even your biggest emotions. I can handle it and you. Daddy always knows what you need. Right now, I know you need a nice, cleansing spanking. You used some pretty awful language, and you pushed Daddy, all of which is against the rules. This spanking is going to help you forgive yourself and focus on something other than what is going on. After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to plug your behind”
“Daddy, no!”
“Yes, princess. I’m going to put a small plug in your tight little bottom and tuck you in for a nap.”
“I don’t need a plug or a nap!”
“Yes, baby girl, you do. You need both. Now, it’s time for you to let go and let Daddy give you what you need. Can you do that for me, princess?”
It had to be better than allowing herself to keep thinking about everything. “Yes, Daddy.”
Irish kissed the top of her head gently before helping her up to stand between his legs again. “Make Daddy proud by taking your spanking like a good girl,” he said before guiding her back over his knee.
The first round of swats stung, but she didn’t move. She tried hard to be his good girl and take them. He peppered her butt from top to bottom with steady, sharp stings. He stopped for a second and shifted his knee, lifting her higher. His left hand went to the small of her back and one of his big legs crossed over both of hers, holding her in place. He continued spanking her, and these swats made her want to kick. But she couldn’t, he’d pinned her in place.
By the time he moved lower to where her butt and thigs met, she was squirming and wiggling, trying to escape the pain. “Too much, Daddy!” She screamed.
Irish continued spanking, focusing now on her sit spots. “Daddy decides when it’s too much, princess.” He continued to spank until she couldn’t fight the emotions anymore and collapsed forward on the bedspread.
She took the final swats on the top of her thighs through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. When he finished, he stood her up and gently wiped away her tears. “Arm’s up, princess,” he commanded.
She obeyed and her removed her shirt and bra before placing a soft, silky pink nightgown over her head. “Go potty now and come straight back to Daddy.”
Makenzie didn’t argue, hurrying into the bathroom. As she wiped, her finger lightly touched her clit. She was shocked by the amount of arousal between her legs. Embarrassed, she washed away the stickiness from between her legs and splashed some cold water on her flaming cheeks before moving back to the bedroom.
Irish was holding a small black plug in his hand when she returned. “Lay on your stomach, princess,” he instructed.
She did as she was told, biting back a whimper. She’d never had anything in her butt before. Irish coated his fingers with a cooling lube before rubbing it all over her bottom hole and slipping a finger inside of her tight butt. “Relax for me, baby girl.” He pushed his finger in slowly, scissoring it in and out until she was used to the sensation of being filled. She moaned deep in her throat, surprised at how good the sensation felt.
Pulling his finger out, he replaced it with two, scissoring them until she was panting into the pillow. She arched her ass up in silent invitation for more. Irish chuckled and placed the tip ofthe plug against her puckered hole. “I had a feeling you’d like it. Breathe in, baby girl.”
Makenzie breathed out the second he pushed it inch by inch, stretching her wider than his index finger ever could. “It’s all the way in now, princess,” Irish said. He patted her bottom gently before pulling down her nightgown and tucking her in.
“Rest now. We have friends coming over to play after your nap.”
