Probably best not to make this worse for herself.
He slid his hand over her bare bottom. “We’re going to call this a count of twenty.”
Twenty! Really? Did she not get some respite for having had a plug up her ass while she lay with her bare bottom on display?
But, she guessed not.
That sucked.
His hand smacked down on her ass.
Ouch! She squirmed. Another one landed. She sucked in a gasp. Then they came in quick succession. So quick, she didn’t bother to try and keep track. She simply tried to breathe. When he stopped, she finally managed to let out the loud sob that had been building.
“Ow, ow, Daddy! That hurt! Your hand is worse than a paddle.”
He snorted. “You’ve never experienced a paddle before, my girl. Although we can remedy that. I do have one in my play bag.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” she said hastily. Then she tried to wriggle off his lap. But he just laid a heavy hand on the small of her back and another on her thighs.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“You spanked me. Now it’s cuddle time.”
Did she really just say ‘cuddle time’? She was a changed woman.
And most definitely for the better.
“But the spanking isn’t over, my girl. That was only ten.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, aghast. “Ten?”
“Yep. Ten. I was just pausing to see how you were getting on.”
“But Daddy, isn’t it enough? I’ve learned my lesson.”
He shook his head. “If only I thought that was true.”
“Daddy!” she grumped.
“Now, take the rest of your punishment like a good little girl.”
She didn’t want to take it like a good little girl. She wanted to stomp her feet and complain. But she knew exactly where that would get her.
Another two smacks and she was kicking her feet. Three more and she was sobbing. Tears started to leak down her cheeks as the rest of the spanks came hard and fast.
“Ow. Ow. Owie.” She tried to reach back to soothe her poor, throbbing bottom, but he rolled her over and set her on his lap so she was facing him, straddling his thighs. This kept her weight off her stinging bottom as he drew her close, rubbing her back soothingly. She cried against his chest.
“There now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Not so bad? Daddy, I don’t think you know how hard you spank! Newsflash, it’s too hard.”
He huffed out a breath. “I can spank harder.”
“No! My poor butt can’t handle it.” She reached back to touch it, hissing at the hot feel. “I’m not going to sit for a week.”
“Slight exaggeration there.”
“No exaggeration. Only true, hard facts.”