“If Squawkers does that, then he’s going to end up with a red bottom to match yours.”
“Daddy! You cannot spank Squawkers! That’s mean!” She stomped her foot on the floor. Then she stared at it in amazement. “How did that happen?”
“I would say it happened because someone is having a temper tantrum.”
“I never have temper tantrums.” She was shocked. And amazed. And frankly, horrified. Then she gazed at him, wide-eyed. “I’m so sorry.”
Leaning in, he kissed the top of her head. “It was kind of cute.”
It was? That was weird. She wouldn’t have thought that a temper tantrum would be cute.
“Although, cute as it was, you’re still not getting away with it. Someone needs some time in the corner.”
“Daddy, no!” she cried.
“Yep. Now, where did I put that bag of goodies that Kiesha brought?”
“Daddy, you wouldn’t!” She grasped hold of his arm, as though she thought she could stop him. He just gave her a firm look.
She dropped her hold on him. Oh heck. What was he going to do?
“Face the counter,” he commanded.
She turned and faced the counter. Grasping her around the hips, he lifted her so she was once more bent over the counter, her legs dangling in the air.
Down went the flap. And her panties.
“Stay just like that. No talking from you. Disobey me and move, and you’ll get another ten. Understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
She lay there, staring at Squawkers. “This is not good, Squawkers.” He didn’t reply. It seemed he’d abandoned her. “You’re just lucky that Daddy’s not spanking you since you were so naughty.”
“He certainly is,” Ed said as he walked back into the room. She turned her head to try and see what he’d grabbed,
but he held it behind his back.
“Daddy, what are you going to do?”
“Daddy is going to plug your bottom. Then you’re going to stand in the corner for ten minutes with your bottom on display.”
“Eek! You can’t!”
He held her down with a hand on the small of her back. Shoot, he was strong.
“Do you need to use your safeword?”
She thought about that for a moment. Did she? No. She relaxed against the counter.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to use my finger to stretch you a bit first. So just relax for me.”
“What is it with you and getting me to relax,” she muttered, even as she tensed her bottom cheeks.
He smacked his hand down on her ass. She yelped. “Why did you do that, Daddy?”