“Let’s do them all.”
He’d been in the middle of pulling down her pants and panties when he paused.
“All?”
“Yep. All forty.” She crossed her fingers as she said that, hoping he couldn’t see.
“Good try,” he said dryly. “It’s fifty.”
“Drat. Thought you might have forgotten.”
“Because I’m so old?”
“Daddy, I’d never say that.” Think it maybe . . .
“You know, I could add on extras for you trying to deceive me,” he said casually.
“What?” She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “No, Daddy! That’s just mean.”
“And trying to deceive Daddy isn’t naughty?”
She huffed out a breath. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Truth was, she could probably use this spanking to help clear her head. She’d spent so much time worrying about Reuben and Xavier, who she hadn’t heard from since he’d stormed out of the house yesterday, that she was exhausted.
“I don’t want to give you fifty at once when it’s only your second spanking. We’ll stick with the plan. But if you break a safety rule again, your punishment will be harsher.” They’d spent some time today going through rules, expectations, and her limits. She knew he meant every word. He was steadfast about her following rules for her health or safety.
“You disobeyed me. Several times. You put yourself in danger. That isn’t acceptable, and you earned yourself a harsh punishment. I don’t like having to deliver it, but it’s what is needed so you know that sort of behavior won’t be tolerated, and you do not do it again.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“You’re precious to me. I couldn’t live if something happened to you.”
Did he really mean that? It seemed crazy to her.
“You’re precious to me too, Daddy.”
He pushed her panties and pants right down and she kicked them off. Her butt was fully bare and she tensed for a moment, but he didn’t give her a chance to feel self-conscious.
He started spanking her immediately. It wasn’t long until she was kicking her feet, trying to wriggle away. He held her steady as he gave her the first ten spanks. She was sniffling by the time he stopped to rub her lower back soothingly.
“How you doing, Duchess?” he asked in a low voice.
“Oh, just fine,” she replied. “How’s your day going? Funny weather we’re having at the moment.”
“Smart-ass,” he replied. But she heard the smile in his voice.
“Gonna give you the last fifteen without stopping. Ready for the rest?”
“Does anyone ever say yes to that?” she squeaked out.
He let out a huff. But before she could say anything else in the hopes of delaying the inevitable, he started spanking her again. She couldn’t help but kick her legs as he turned her ass into a throbbing mass of agony.
Okay, it wasn’t that bad. But it was still damn sore. And by the time he finished, she was crying, lying limply over his lap.
And her brain was blessedly empty of all thoughts and worries.
Instead of turning her over immediately to give her the cuddles that she had totally earned, he ran his fingers lightly over her ass.