Page 95 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

“Now, I’m going to ask one last time. Did you lie to Daddy?”

Hedda nodded her head.

“Words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I lied.”

A soft look fell across Daddy’s face when she called him that, but it quickly disappeared. She hadn’t called them Daddy or Papa much since she was struggling with them actually wanting her.

“Good girl for telling the truth,” he said. “Now let's get over my lap.”

She slowly made her way around and up onto his lap. This was the first official time she was over his lap, and she didn’t like this position. It exposed her in so many ways.

“Daddy is going to spank you now for lying,” he said. “What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” she whispered, nerves fillingher body.

Hedda still felt guilty about lying. She knew she shouldn’t have done it, but it was hard. She didn’t want to burden them with her worries or thought process. But she had also been taught to keep her turmoil to herself and that it was a sign of weakness to tell someone.

“Good girl. If you need to use it, yell it out and I’ll stop,” Daddy said.

She nodded her head and before she could do anything, Daddy started to spank her.

“Ouch!” she yelled.

Pain spread across her bottom as his hand continued to come down. He was quick but they were firm and hard.

Hedda started to wiggle, trying to get away from his hand. It hurt so much, and she didn’t want any more.

“No more!” she yelled. “No more!”

“Lay still for Daddy.”

He continued to pepper her bottom with spanks and tears sprang to her eyes. Hedda blinked several times as she tried to get them to go away. She couldn’t cry.

“It’s okay to cry,” Daddy said as if he knew she was struggling.

Hedda didn’t want to cry. It was a sign of weakness and she had already done it several times the past couple of days. Why did he want her to do it again?

“You’re in a safe place.”

The spankings got harder and Hedda clenched her teeth together. She wasn’t going to cry. He couldn’t make her.

Daddy peppered several spankings in her sit spot, never hitting the same spot twice. Before she could stop herself, tears pooled out of her eyes and she sobbed.

He immediately stopped and pulled her body up so she was sitting on his lap. Hedda hissed through a sob as her bottom made contact with his leg.

“Shhh,” Daddy said as he ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She continued to cry in his chest, clutching onto his shirt as he moved.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Daddy said. “I’m right here.”

Hedda was angry at herself for crying again but, at the same time, she felt relieved. The guilt of lying to her Daddy was gone and she felt lighter.

“You’re okay,” he whispered.

He leaned back into the couch and Hedda continued to cry into his chest.

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