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“Does that mean I’m getting another spanking later?” she asked softly. “Cuz I chickened out of my first punishment?”

“That is the last time I’m going to let you get away with saying that, little girl. The next time you say anything negative about using your safe word, yes, you will be getting another spanking. With Daddy’s belt. Am I being perfectly clear?”

“But—”

“Eliza. Am I making myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she muttered, letting out a dramatic sigh. “That doesn’t answer my question, though.”

“You will be reporting to Mr. Chambers’ office in the morning for your punishment from him, as discussed. But you and I are good, baby. I think you’ve more than learned your lesson about lying to Daddy, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then no, you won’t be getting another spanking tonight unless you earn one. As far as I’m concerned, your slate is clean.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

She wasn’t the first woman to call him Daddy. But hearing those sweet words from her lips now, he knew she would be the last. His heart swelled with love for her as he gave her bottom another squeeze. “This right now, is just about making you feel better. Once we get all those big feelings out, it’s ice cream and snuggles on the couch for the rest of the evening.”

The first swat made her jump and yelp, even though he hadn’t actually spanked her all that hard. He wanted to warm her up a good bit first, to give her time to really process those emotions. Too hard, too fast, and all she’d be able to focus on was the pain.

So he let it build, warming her bottom with spanks and stopping every so often to rub the warmth into her pink skin. And as he spanked, she relaxed over his lap, until it seemed like every ounce of stress had simply drained out of her body.

That’s when he got mean.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her tightly as he upped the ante. Spanking hard enough for her to start kicking her legs, then squirming to escape his hold.

“Oh, Daddy, no! That’s too hard!”

It wasn’t because he knew damn well she could take harder. And because she wasn’t anywhere close to breaking yet. “Hmmm. No, I don’t think it is, little one.”

“It is, it is!” She was crying out now, loudly, but there was no hint of panic in her voice. Only the pleading tones of a Little girl trying to get out of a spanking she desperately needed. “Daddy, please!”

At that, he spanked even harder, targeting the sensitive area where her bottom and thighs met and making her struggle even more fiercely to escape.

“Daddy, stop!” She drew the words out on a long whining plea, still kicking and fighting to escape his hard hand. “I’m sorry!”

Stopping, he cupped her bottom and squeezed. “What are you sorry for, baby?”

“I don’t know!” she cried. “For, um, not… for being so… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know, because you have nothing to be sorry for, baby. This isn’t a punishment, remember?”

“It feels like one!” Her tone held a note of accusation that nearly made him laugh.

“I’m sure.” If anything, he was spanking her much harder and longer than he usually did for a punishment. “But you’re not in trouble, remember? What’s this spanking for, Lizzie baby?”

“To, um, to help me with my ‘motions.”

“Exactly. But it seems to Daddy you’re still clinging really tight to all those big feelings, and Daddy’s hand is getting tired. So I think we’re going to have to use the brush after all.”

CHAPTER 22

“Daddy, no!” she wailed, throwing a hand back to try and protect her burning bottom.

Despite everything he’d said about how this wasn’t a punishment, it certainly felt like one. He hadn’t spanked her this hard since that night with the soap, and even that spanking hadn’t gone on half as long as this! And now he was planning to use her hairbrush on top of it?

Ugh.

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