Page 12 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“Unfortunately for you, the answer is no. I know you were scared and you are not being punished for that. But running away, cussing at people, and calling people names is completely unacceptable and cannot go unpunished. But once your spanking is done, all will be forgiven and we will move on. Ok?” Uncle Liam leaned in to give her a hug and rubbed her back in soothing circles. Sighing, he said, “Ok, let’s get this over with.”

She watched from her seat on the table as he walked to the sink and opened a bar of soap she swore had magically appeared there. He ran it under the water and got it lathered up to where she could see the bubbles forming. This was going to be so gross.

He walked over to her. “Open your mouth, let’s get all of those bad words scrubbed clean from your mouth.” She opened her mouth and gagged as he shoved the bar in her mouth. He pulled it in and out, scrubbing every inch of her mouth. She gagged as the bitter taste infiltrated her senses. It was awful. Tears were streaming down her face and he continued to scrub her mouth. At one point, he made her stick out her tongue so he could pay extra attention to that.

“You will keep that bar in your mouth for three minutes. 1 minute for each naughty word you said today. Then you can rinse.” He set a timer, and she sat there crying, trying not to rub her tongue on the soap anymore. She knew she was a sight to be seen. She could feel her nose running, her throat burned, her cheeks itched from the tears. And she knew the punishment wasn’t over after this.

Taking the bar of soap out of her mouth, Liam said, “You may go rinse now.” Uncle Liam helped her off the table, and she practically ran to the sink, spitting and gagging as she rinsed the soapy bubbles from her mouth. It seemed like nothing would get that awful taste out, but she kept scrubbing. Finally, feeling like she had done all she could, she accepted a towel and wiped her face.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Liam.”

“I know you are and we aren’t done yet, but I trust I won’t have to repeat this lesson again.”

“You won’t, I promise. That was so super yucky. I didn’t like it at all.” She was pouting, but the fight seemed to have left her for the moment.

“We can use my office down here. There is a door to the outside where I’m sure she can find the perfect switch.” Eamon seemed too cheerful for her liking, but she held her tongue, not wanting to make this worse on herself.

“Perfect.” Uncle Liam grabbed her hand, guiding her out of the medical room and into the hallway to follow Eamon into his office.

“Have you ever picked a switch before?” he asked her.

“No, Sir.”

“Ok, I will go help you this time. Make sure you pay close attention because if you have to be switched again, you will cut it yourself and if you choose wrong, it will not end well for you.” He took her outside. Not wanting to cooperate, she drug her feet until a sharp smack to her thigh had her picking up her pace. He found a tree with long thin branches at the bottom and she watched as he cut two long, thin branches.

When they reentered Eamon’s office, he turned to her. “Pants and panties off, sit your bottom on that chair, and you will strip these switches.”

“C-can he leave? Please?” She was pleading for some sense of privacy.

“No. Now do as you’re told or I will add extra.” He pointed to the wooden chair, and she groaned.

Taking her clothes off, she sat bare-bottomed on the chair, wincing slightly at the pain still from her belting. Taking the switches from him, she peeled off the leaves and pinched off the nubs. She had never picked her own switch, but she knew enough to know what to do. Taking part in her own punishment was some sort of hell. When they were done, she handed them over to Uncle Liam for inspection.

“Very good. Ok, stand up and turn around. Bend over and put your palms flat on the chair. Do not reach back.” She shuddered, but did as she was told.

Exposed and vulnerable, she stood on shaking legs as she waited for the first strike to land. She felt the gentle tap of the switch on her bottom before it left and came back with a swoosh and thwack. A hot, searing line of pain exploded on her ass and she twisted away, standing up and protecting her bottom with her hands.

“No, no, no, no more. Please, no more. That was awful, please. I’m so, so sorry. Please, Uncle Liam!” She danced in place, rubbing fiercely at the sting, begging for it to be done, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Back in position. You have 11 more. If you move again, I will have to start over and I really don’t want to do that.” His gentle, pleading words calmed her racing heart. She choked on a sob as she got back into position, his hand on her back. The action forced her bottom out as if it was asking for the licks.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Liam!” she shrieked as another painful stroke hit her trembling cheeks, but managed to stay in position. Ten more times the switch fell, crisscrossing across her bottom. He spared her thighs, which she was eternally grateful for. The agony was unbearable. She never wanted to experience that hell again as long as she lived. When it was over, he drew her into his arms. She clung to him, seeking whatever comfort she could.

Moving to the couch, she settled on his lap, sobbing against his chest. Her bottom was on fire, and her heart was sad. She had never had three spankings in one day and she made a promise to herself that she would never be that naughty again. She had a moment of panic as she thought about her naughty behavior, but then Liam’s deep voice broke through to her.

“You have had a hard day, Daphne. But you are totally forgiven. We love you and we aren’t going anywhere. You are forgiven, Daphne Erin. I am so proud of you for taking your punishment so well. Three spankings in one day might be your new record, but let’s not try to beat that in the future, huh?” She gave him a watery giggle when he tickled her sides.

“I never will again. That was a-awful. Switches should never be used, Uncle Liam.” She shivered just thinking about it.

He laughed and booped her nose. “I’m sure you and just about every Little girl wishes that. Unfortunately for your bottom, we are surrounded by switches and will not hesitate to use one if needed. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, Uncle Liam. I’m sorry I was so naughty.” She sighed and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“Now, while I have got you here in my lap, we need to talk to your Uncle Eamon about riding.” He raised his eyebrow at her huff.

“Ok, but can he NOT be my uncle right now? I’m kinda mad at him.” She glared at the man who was laughing and smirking at her in the chair across from them.

“That’s fine, but you will be respectful or else,” he warned.