“My butt is hurt!”
“Your butt is meant to hurt. Now, I’m going to count, and each number is how many extra spanks you’re going to get once those hands are moved. One—”
She moved her hands back to the wall, ignoring his chuckle. She was no idiot.
“That’s better. One extra, so that means you have three more.”
Three. She could do this. It wasn’t as bad as she thought to be honest. And a small sliver of disappointment filled her.
Wait. What?
How often had she wondered what it would be like to be held accountable for her actions, to be punished? That wasn’t Xavier’s thing. He tended to treat her like she was fragile.
And he’s not your Daddy. He never was. Never will be. So, stop thinking about him like that.
Another smack drew her from her thoughts. Oh, that was good. She might not like the way her butt stung, but she did like how it cleared her mind.
Smack! Smack!
Whew! It was over. Her first spanking. Wow. She couldn’t believe she was concerned about it. She’d handled it like a pro.
If she did say so herself.
“Good girl,” Brick praised, rubbing her bottom. She preened under his praise. She was a good girl. “Ten minutes of corner time. You’re to stay still and think about why you’re here, then I will tell you when to move.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Dude. She totally rocked this punishment thing. If this was as bad as it was going to be, then she’d be free to do anything she liked with little consequence.
Ten minutes later, she was supremely bored and rethinking that stance.
Corner time sucked.
There was only so much thinking she wanted to do. And she had toys to play with. Her fort was calling her.
“All right, corner time is finished. Come here, Duchess.”
Turning, she skipped over to where he sat on a high-backed chair. Where had he found that chair, and why was it in her playroom? It didn’t go with any of the furniture.
She skidded to a stop with a frown. “What’s that chair doing in here? Where did you find it?”
He raised an eyebrow at her questions. “Hm, I’m not sure I like that tone in your voice. Do you want to try that again?”
She swallowed heavily. Whoops. She probably did sound a bit demanding and rude. But she was never keen on change. Found it hard to adjust. And this was her playroom.
“Sorry, Daddy. But it doesn’t suit the playroom. Why is it in here?”
“It’s here because it’s just become your spanking chair.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?”
“I agree, it doesn’t fit the décor. But that’s the point, really. Because it’s not a chair that you want Daddy to sit in as that means you’re going to get your butt spanked.”
Her hands went reflectively behind her ass. “But, Daddy! I’ve already had my spankin’.”
Brick looked confused, then surprised. “What? You mean those smacks you got in the corner? That wasn’t your spanking, that was to settle you down. And one was because you moved your hands.”
“But . . . but . . .” She couldn’t even find words.