“But I need to find the treasure!” Normally First Mate Daddy ended up getting in the bath with her. She’d been surprised when he’d opted to wash her while sitting beside the bath. Still dressed.
He washed her back then moved onto her legs.
“No treasure for you tonight.” He pushed her legs apart to clean her pussy. She was too used to him doing this to feel embarrassed anymore.
All right, she wasn’t so embarrassed anymore.
“Why not? I always get rewarded when I sail the seven seas. Aaaarrrrghhhh.”
“Because naughty pirates get spanked not rewarded. Up on all fours so I can clean your bottom.”
“Daddy, I can do that myself,” she protested, even though she knew it was pointless. He’d have his way.
He raised an eyebrow and she got up on all fours as he ran the cloth between her butt cheeks, being far too thorough in her opinion.
Wait. What had he just said?
“What do you mean, naughty pirates? I’m not naughty! Well, other than the pillaging and plundering but I’m a pirate. I don’t know any better.”
He helped her stand then wrapped a towel around her before lifting her out.
“I’m talking about the fact that you’re getting a spanking tonight for being naughty three weeks ago and breaking Daddy’s rules.”
“Oh, that.”
“That,” he replied, drying her off then pulling off her shower cap. He’d braided her hair before her bath. She hadn’t cut it yet, but she was still considering it.
He cleaned up and let the water out of the bath before grabbing her hand and leading her naked into the bedroom. She froze when she saw what he’d laid out on the bed on top of a towel. There was a piece of ginger in a plastic bag which had been peeled and was worryingly in the shape of a plug with a wide base.
But the most concerning was the heart-shaped paddle.
“Daddy, can we talk about this?”
“Of course,” he said easily as he stripped off his clothes and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. Normally, she’d be all about ogling him.
But a piece of carved ginger and a heart-shaped paddle meant she had other things worrying her.
“What’s the ginger for?”
“You’ve never heard of figging?” he asked in a casual voice.
Yeah. She had. But that didn’t mean she necessarily wanted to experience it.
“That might be a hard limit,” she squeaked.
He raised an eyebrow, watching her steadily. “You don’t even want to try it? You have your safeword if you need to use it. I thought it might be a better punishment than my original plan.”
“Which was?”
“To alternate between the belt and the paddle every night for a week.”
“I’ll try the ginger,” she said hastily. “But you’re not going to use the heart paddle on me, are you? Isn’t your hand enough of a paddle?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be using my hand as well. I thought the heart paddle would reinforce that you’re being punished because I love you. Because I can’t have you risking your safety and health. If anything ever happened to you, I couldn’t go on. So when you look in the mirror you’ll see just how much I love you all over your ass.”
“How can you make something awful sound so wonderful,” she muttered.
He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know. But the next time you attempt to do something dangerous, I want you to remember how much I love you and how badly I will blister your butt.”