Page 16 of Forever Ink

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I fiddled with the cord that held my pj pants shut nervously. Did I really call Daddy a butt head? Holy cow, I was gonna be in so much trouble. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice Daddy entering the room behind me until he cleared his throat. I looked up, dreading seeing disappointment in his eyes. But instead of anger, he gazed at me with warmth. His lips were pulled down in a frown, but it wasn’t a scary frown, more disappointed.

Oh no.

I’d disappointed him. That gave me a gross feeling in my stomach. My face felt hot, and my eyes burned with the urge to cry. I was angry at myself, but I was also angry at Daddy. Time out was stupid, but forgetting to ring Daddy was stupid too.

“Now, baby, you know I don’t like that word.”

Damn it, I was speaking out loud again, and he’d heard me use the s word.

“I know, but—”

“The only butt here is yours, and it’s going to get a spanking. Then we’ll cuddle, and then you can play.”

I gave a huff, annoyed at how reasonable Daddy made it sound. Weirdly, I knew a spanking would help my head feel better. It was like paddling my backside made my brain slow down. I didn’t know why, but it worked.

I hated and loved getting spanked. It hurt like hell, but it made my head feel calm and my body feel relaxed, kind of like when being in a bath, all warm and almost floating. Sighing, I walked up to daddy and held my hand out.

“Kiss first.”

Daddy leaned in and kissed me but pulled back smiling. “No distracting me with kisses, baby. Come on, the sooner this is over the quicker we can cuddle.” Daddy walked over to the daybed and sat down, spreading his legs slightly, ready for me to lay across his lap.

Patting his lap with one hand, he beckoned me over with the other. To say I dragged my feet would be the understatement of the week.

“Baby, if this is too much, you can call red. There is no shame in it and we can find something else.” He gave me an encouraging smile that unfroze my brain.

“No Daddy, I need this. I need it to help clear my head.” I moved over to Daddy, quickly draping myself over his lap, feeling myself settle once one of his broad hands lay across the small of my back.

I lifted my hips, helping Daddy pull my pjs down, and shivered a little when the fresh air caressed my bottom. I knew my bum was going to feel hot soon enough.

I wasn’t ashamed of the whimper that turned into a moan when Daddy massaged my exposed bottom. His warm, callused hands felt good on my skin.

“Ready, baby?”

“Not really, but yes.” I tried to relax, letting my body fold over Daddy’s knee, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Relaxing in Daddy’s lap was the only sign he needed before his hand came down with a ringing slap on the naked skin of my bottom. I tried very hard not to cry out, but by the third smack tears were readily running down my face, and I knew I had more to go.

The stinging smacks and the warmth of Daddy’s hand on the small of my back made me feel even smaller, but also safe and cared for. I’d broken an important rule, but once I’d had my spanking, all would be forgiven.

With the final slap to my bottom, Daddy pulled me into his arms. I wiggled, trying to find a spot to sit that wouldn’t hurt my bottom, but I couldn’t. Daddy smiled indulgently. “All done, baby bear. You took your punishment like a champ.” He kissed my forehead and brought out a tissue from somewhere to wipe away my tears and snotty nose.

I smiled, not sure I could speak, still feeling very small. Daddy understood and held me tightly. I wove my fingers through his shirt. “I’m sorry for forgetting to call.”

“All’s forgiven, baby, and I think your sore bottom is going to help remind you,” Daddy said, chuckling softly.

“Oh boy, it will,” I said with a hiss, the rough denim of Daddy’s jeans against my abused flesh making me squirm uncomfortably.

“How about some cream on your bottom to help the sting?”

I liked that idea. Maybe even a soft diaper. I didn’t ask Daddy for one often, but tonight I had a feeling it would give me extra comfort. I still felt nervous about asking for what I needed, but tonight, I promised myself, I was going to voice my needs. I knew Daddy loved to help me when I wanted a diaper. It was intimate, but in a completely different way to the other things we did. Daddy always made me feel cared for and loved, even when I was getting a punishment for being naughty.

“How about you lay back on the bed and let Daddy take care of you?”

I couldn’t help but let a giggle slip out, the way he said ‘take care of you’ made me think of dirty things, not just bottom cream, and with my pants down around my ankles the evidence of where my mind went was obvious.

Simon stood, lifting me up then setting me back down on the edge of the bed with no effort at all. The unexpected display of strength did nothing to tamp down my dirty thoughts, nor did me still being very much in my little headspace.

I caught Daddy grinning, and I was suddenly very certain he knew the effect he was having on me. I pretended to be annoyed, looking down at my lap and my growing erection then back to Daddy with a scowl.

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