Page 135 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Take them off completely. I’m going to give you a bath straight after your punishment. Then it will be pajamas, dinner, and bed.”

Feeling sorry for herself, she slid off her pants and panties. She’d already removed her shoes before she came into the house.

Then she bent over, placing her hands on the stool.

“Legs apart. That’s it. Good girl. That’s a really pretty sight.”

It was? She wasn’t so sure of that.

Smack! Smack!

Ouch! He was just going to start without a word? At least that was two down. Thirteen to go.

“Those weren’t part of your punishment,” he told her as though he knew what she was thinking.

“What?” She turned her head to look up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Those were because I could sense you were thinking bad things about yourself.”

“Daddy, do you have the ability to read minds?”

“I can read your mind. That’s a Daddy’s superpower when it comes to his Little.”

“Of all the superpowers, you have to have that one.”

“Comes in handy,” he replied. “Now, it’s a count of fifteen.”

He placed one hand on the small of her back as his other hand landed on her bottom.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“When Daddy tells you to do something, he expects you to obey him.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Especially whenthat order is to do with your health.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Now here are the last three.”

By the time the last three smacks landed, she was sobbing. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

“Come here, baby girl.” Duke helped her stand and then drew her against him. He held her tight against his chest, rocking her back and forth. “Good girl. You did so well. Shh. My Little Rebel.”

When she stopped crying, he drew back to cup her face. “Right, you ready to write some lines?”

“Daddy, do you really expect me to say yes?”

“Poor baby, come on. Better to get it over with.” He led her over to her desk and used some tissues to clean up her face.

“Can I write them while standing up?” she asked.

“Afraid not, baby girl. Part of the punishment is sitting on a sore bottom. Fifty lines. I want you to write ‘I will obey my Daddy.’”

With a grumble, she sat on the hard chair to write the lines. It was torture. Maybe she should have asked for another spanking instead. By the time she finished, she was shifting around on the seat constantly and her handwriting was close to illegible.

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