Page 18 of Learning Little Lizzie

She watched as he wrote “Giving Daddy An Attitude” and “Using Naughty Words” to her list and added one check mark for each. For some reason, seeing her bad behavior written out like that had a knot forming in her stomach. Not the kind she was used to feeling, where she knew she was in trouble but it was all still sort of exciting. No, this just felt… bad. Like a rock sitting in her tummy, making her feel somewhat nauseous.

“All right, little one. Ten with Daddy’s hand for each infraction, and then we can get you settled into your room.”

He pulled a dining chair out from the table and sat, his expression serious as he pointed to the floor in front of him. “Come here, Eliza.”

Tears were already stinging her eyes as she shuffled over to the spot on the floor he’d pointed to.

“Thank you. Now, let’s get these jeans off so Daddy can spank that naughty little bottom.”

Humiliation, hotter and more intense than anything she’d felt during her two years at the Ranch flooded her, heating her entire body as he reached for the button on her jeans. “Do you have to call yourself that?”

“Yes, because I want you to remember who I am to you, Eliza. Your friends will know me as Professor Eaton, but to you I will be Daddy. At all times.”

“Even in class?” The question, asked as he tugged her jeans down to her knees, came out as a whine that did nothing to support her argument that she was not a Little.

“Yes. Even in class.”

“That’s not fair!”

Taking her arm, he guided her down over his left knee, her bare bottom propped up high over his thigh. “I think it’s entirely fair. I want you to remember that no matter where you go on this Ranch, no matter what you are doing, you are my Little girl and as such you will be expected to follow my rules at all times, along with the Ranch rules.”

“Even if you’re not with me?”

“Especially when I’m not with you. And I fully expect you to inform me if you’ve broken any of your rules when I am not around. There’s no point in having the rules if you’re not going to be honest with me when you break them.”

So much for saving up all her f-bombs to use with her friends. “This sucks.”

“I’m sorry you think that, little one. Hopefully it won’t be as bad as you think once you get used to it.” Cupping her bottom, he gave the flesh a gentle squeeze. “Now, this first ten is for rolling your eyes at Daddy.”

Pain, sharper than she’d expected, radiated across the sensitive skin where her ass and thighs met. Before she could protest, a second swat landed on the opposite side, and then a third in the exact same spot as the first.

All ten swats were delivered right to her sit-spots, but she managed to keep herself from crying out or making too much of a fuss, even though it stung a good bit.

“Are you going to give Daddy an attitude when you disagree with something I’ve said or done?”

“Umm…”

“Eliza.” Her name was a warning, and she couldn’t help but squirm at the sound of it.

“I can’t say yes! You already have lying on the stupid Naughty Girl chart! And I’ll try not to have so much of an attitude, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to control it completely.”

“Thank you for your honesty, little one. I’ll accept ‘trying’ for now, as long as you understand you will end up here every single time you roll your eyes or otherwise cop an attitude with me.”

“Fine.”

Two more swats landed, right where the first ten had, and she yelped at the renewed sting. “Ow! What was that for?”

“What is the proper response when you’re addressing your Dominant during a punishment, little girl?”

Well, she couldn’t really say she hadn’t deserved those two extra. She knew better. “Yes, Sir.”

“Much better.” He gave her bottom a gentle pat. “This next ten is for using naughty words at dinner. I’m going to warn you, once you’ve gotten your three strikes for this particular rule, the next step is getting your bottom paddled while holding a bar of soap between your teeth. Am I making myself clear, little one?”

“Yes, Sir,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“Good.”

The next set of ten were even harder. Or maybe they just hurt more because of the first set of spanks. Whatever the reason, tears were blurring her vision by the time he laid down the final two swats across her bottom.

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