Page 55 of Daddy's Lesson

“Fine,” she grumbled as she dug the second paint-by-number out of the bag. “This is such a ridiculous waste of time,” she protested.

“Is it? Is it really? Because I have seen a huge change in you in just a couple of days. You’re more relaxed. You smile more. You’re beginning to really live again.”

“And you think all of that is due to one hour a day of painting?” She raised her brows in disbelief.

“No, not all of it. I’m aware there have been other… activities that have put a smile on your face. But I think it is part of it, and before you get any ideas, the rule is not up for negotiation. I’m trying to help you get your life back.”

Thankfully, her mood seemed to even out after my declaration. Not that I would have had a problem paddling her ass if it didn’t, but I wanted to get her out of the house. We’d been working on expanding her horizons sexually and breaking down the block she had for her art, but she was still surrounded by an environment that was not conducive to my mission, and today that was all going to change.

We both painted for the remainder of the time. One thing I really loved about Zoe was that she didn’t have a need to fill quiet time with a bunch of unnecessary chatter. We spent hours a day together where we didn’t have to say a word, and it was easy and natural. Being with Zoe was just… right.

The timer went off and she sighed heavily. “I think this one is going to go faster than the last one.”

“That’s okay.”

“I’m not ready to paint on my own.”

“Then you can keep doing paint-by-numbers until you are.”

“I don’t have any more after this one.”

“Then we’ll get more. It's not the end of the world, and we’re not going to find excuses. You will paint for an hour a day while you are off work, and on the days you do work you will paint for thirty minutes. There is zero wiggle room on this.”

“What if I’m sick?”

“Then you’ll let me know and we will discuss it.”

“You’re impossibly stubborn, you know that?”

“I’ve been told that a time or two, yes, and I just realized we need to do one more thing before we leave.” I helped her out of her paint smock and took her hand.

“What do we need to do?”

“I need to fill your bottom with a plug so that you’re in the right headspace while we’re out, because if I don’t you’re going to try to fight me on some things, and I don’t want to have to correct you in public.”

She blinked a few times, not saying anything.

“Bend over the bed, please.” I made a circle motion with my finger to get her to turn around.

“What are we doing that you think I’m going to fight you on?”

“Do as you’re told.”

“Da—”

I didn’t let her get the protest out before I took the choice from her. Turning her around, I gently pushed her face down onto the bed and began spanking her.

“What was lesson three, Zoe?” I asked as I lit her up over her leggings.

“Ow! I don’t know, they all kind of blend together.” She squirmed under my punishing palm.

“Then you better start telling me all of them because I’m not going to stop spanking until you come up with the one I want to hear.” I tugged her leggings down so I could have access to her bare flesh and started spanking again.

Drumming her feet, she kept right on complaining. “Ah! I can’t think when you’re spanking me! It’s not fair!”

I didn’t answer, just kept right on swatting her pale flesh. She hadn't given me many reasons to actually punish her in the past couple of days, but she was obviously in the mood to challenge me. That was fine. I had the stamina of the Energizer Bunny and the willpower of a steel door. I could spank her ass all day long.

“Ow! Okay, okay! Lesson number three is Daddy knows best! Okay? There! I said it. Now will you stop?” She held out the last word in a whine as I spanked harder in order to get my point across.

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