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Her eyes widened again, and she shook her head so fast, her hair flailed around her shoulders. “No spanking, Daddy! Puulllease. One more chance?” More eyelash batting. More absolute adorableness.

But I knew what she craved, and I would always, always, give her what she needed.

“I’m afraid you earned this punishment fair and square, young lady.” I nudged her forward in the water. “Get back in position. On your hands and knees. Don’t make me tell you again.”

With a loud sigh, she followed my directions and resumed her previous position.

I scooped soapy water over her butt. “Daddy’s going to get your little tushie nice and wet before he spanks you.”

“But, Daddyyyyy. I don’t need a spanking!”

“Yes, you do.” I lifted my hand and delivered the first crisp swat, smacking her right bottom cheek. Since her butt was wet, the smack echoed off the walls and sounded worse than it really was.

“Oh!” She jolted forward a smidge but stayed in place otherwise. It pleased me that she didn’t sink down in the water again.

“I suspect that once your tushie is nice and red, babygirl, you’ll be more cooperative when Daddy cleans your bottom hole.” Another smack, then another.

I paused to scoop more soapy water over her cheeks, which were starting to turn an enticing shade of pink. Then I set a slow, sensual rhythm of delivering light smacks to my cute babygirl’s butt.

Her whimpers and moans drove me wild, and I couldn’t wait until I got her to the bedroom later. The things I wanted to do to her…

“Next time Daddy tells you to do something, young lady,” I said, lecturing in between slaps, “I suggest you listen right away. Otherwise, you’ll be getting a spanking just like this.” As I emphasized the last three words, I gave her three hard smacks in quick succession. “Now, do you think you learned your lesson, Meg, or should Daddy add some more red to this bottom of yours? Or maybe you need a firm dose of the bath brush?”

She whimpered and met my gaze. “My butt feels very ouchie, Daddy. I think I learned my lesson.”

“Good. Now, keep holding this position.” I pulled her cheeks wide apart, then tapped at her tight bottom hole. “Let’s try this again.”

Chapter 7

MEG

My butt was on fire. Okay, not really, but it sure did sting.

Daddy hadn’t spanked me too hard or too fast, but I still wished I could reach back and rub my cheeks.

I gasped as he suddenly pulled me wide apart, and I felt the air in the room wafting over my nether lips. A second later, his finger was on my back hole, nudging inside. Ohhh. Oh my.

He alternated using the washcloth on my anus and pushing a digit inside, sometimes pausing to lather more soap onto the cloth or his finger, and sometimes pausing to scoop water over my butt.

True to his word, he cleaned me very thoroughly.

I struggled to stay in position, as my legs remained weak in the aftermath of the mind-numbing orgasm he’d given me.

As he nudged a finger into my butt again, this time creating a steady thrusting motion, the ache in my nether area returned full force, my clit throbbing as waves of heat swept over me.

I felt myself getting wet, and my face flamed because nothing ever escaped my daddy’s notice. And when I got wet during a punishment or as he was cleaning my privates or bottom hole, he never failed to point it out. I think he liked watching me stammer and blush.

“My my my, what’s all this?” He moved his free hand to my spread privates and glided his fingers through my moist folds. “You’re soaking wet, babygirl. You’re making such a mess that Daddy’s going to have to clean your pussy all over again. But not until he’s finished tending to your bottom hole.”

I flushed anew. “I-I can’t help it, Daddy.”

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’ll help you get all cleaned up. Are you sure you’re just aroused? You’re so wet, it almost looks like you had an accident.” He continued his prodding and caressing, dragging his fingers through my growing arousal.

“Daddy,” I said in a pleading tone, completely mortified by his suggestion, “I’m a big girl and I don’t have accidents. It’s just that whenever you touch my bottom hole, it makes my pussy get all achy and wet. I can’t help it. So really, it’s all your fault.”

He chuckled. “All my fault? You’d better watch that sassy tone of yours, sweet girl.” He shoved deeper in my bottom, causing me to lurch forward with a whimper. He had freakishly large fingers, and I felt stuffed to the brim as he penetrated my tightest, most private hole.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmured, meaning it. He was a good daddy to me, and I supposed I ought to try to behave more often.

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