Page 52 of Daddy's Little Survivor

Taking in a small shaky breath, she followed his orders. She didn't like not knowing when he was going to start spanking her. The tension in her stomach intensified with each passing second.

“I want you to count. Say ‘thank you, Daddy’ afterwards. If you forget to say it then we won't move forward until you do,” he said. “Ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

The anxiety rolled through her as she waited for him to start spanking her.

Smack.

A small cry left Monroe's lips as the spanking started. She hadn’t thought it was going to be this hard of a spanking. She knew it wasn't going to be easy but for some reason, she thought it would be lighter and not so intense.

“One. Thank you, Daddy,” she cried out.

Tears were streaming down her face at this point from all the pain she was enduring. This was a lot different than the beatings she’d gotten from Jared. She didn't fully understand why but at the same time she did.

Jared didn't care about her, and Daddy did. Jared just wanted to hit her because he could, and her Daddy was doing it because she had broken a rule he’d set out to protect her.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Two. Three. Four. Thank you, Daddy,” she said as she clenched her teeth together.

She didn't know how she was going to survive getting twenty spankings. She was already ready to throw in the towel right now at four, but she knew she wasn't triggered and she could take more. It wouldn't be right for her to say her safe word.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

It was as if he was testing if she could count at the same time she was getting her punishment. She tried so hard to remember where they left off and where they were now.

“Five. Six. Seven. E-eight. Nine. T-ten. T-thank you, D-Daddy,” she stuttered, making her way through the count.

She hoped she had counted right because she didn't know what would happen if she didn't. Daddy had only mentioned if she didn't remember to say thank you and the number that they wouldn’t continue until she did, but he never said anything about her miscounting.

“Good Little Bunny,” he said. “These last ten are going to be harder and you don't have to count.”

“H-harder?” she stuttered.

She thought he was already going really hard, and she didn't know if she could take him going any harder. Everything in her body wanted to use her safe word now because she didn't think she could do it.

“Yes, harder. Just for the last ten and I'll make sure they go fast,” he said.

She had no doubt he would go fast but she didn't know if she could handle the aftermath. Daddy hadn't hit her in one spot. He had made sure he hit all around and even hit her sit spots. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably for a while.

“Daddy's going to start now. If you get triggered or it's too much, you call out your safe word,” he reminded her.

Before she could say anything, he started to smack her bottom. She struggled and moved around, trying to get away from his hand, but he just held her in place as he continued to land swats.

Monroe was ready to call out her safe word when he spanked her the last time. She relaxed and sobbed her heart out as her bottom throbbed.

“Such a good Little Bunny taking her punishment,” Daddy said. “Now, it's time for you to go stand in the corner for a little while.”

Daddy picked her up and walked over to the corner before setting her down. Her breathing picked up and she turned around. She didn't want to be left in the corner alone. What if he left? What if he left and never came back?

“A-are y-you,” she sobbed. “G-going to c-come b-b-back?”

Daddy looked at her in confusion and she cried harder. He had planned on leaving her?

“A-are you l-leaving me?” She cried even harder.

One of her foster families used to lock her in a closet and leave for hours. She couldn't leave and it scared her and him putting her in a corner made her feel the same things.

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