Page 51 of Daddy's Heart

She clamped shut and shook her head.

“Sammy, you’re not taking your punishment like a good girl. That will only make it worse. Now, open your mouth and let me help you keep your words inside, or you’ll end up with a paddling plus a belting.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. She just couldn’t get the situation under control. The pacifier gag was horrible, but he really was only trying to help. She needed to keep her words in check, stop trying to manipulate the spanking, and take her punishment.

With a shaky breath, she parted her lips. The fat pacifier shoved inside, filling more of her mouth than the little pacifier she’d had to hold herself. He worked the straps behind her head and buckled them, careful of her hair.

“There. Now you’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He patted her thighs.

She tried to speak, but it was so muffled, she sounded silly. Instead, she flopped her head down on her folded arms and gave over to him. Everything about to happen was her own fault. She deserved her paddling, and she would take it with as much grace as she could.

His hand cupped her ass cheek briefly before he began the spanking. At first, it was manageable, and she figured he was going to let her off with a hand spanking. But after a dozen or so spanks, his hand crashed down harder and harder, until she began to wiggle over his lap.

“Almost done here, then we can get started,” he said.

Get started!

She shook her head, and her right hand flew back to protect her ass when the burn began to spread.

“Do I need to get my ropes?” he asked, pinching her thigh.

She shook her head and slowly slipped her hand back in front of her. If he had to stop to tie her down, she doubted he would take any sort of pity on her poor ass.

“Keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back again, I will get my ropes and bind you, and then the paddle will be the least of your worries. Do you get me, little girl?”

He seemed to want an answer, so she muffled out a, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.”

The cool surface of the wooden paddle pressed against her ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Next time you think about keeping secrets and lying to me, I want you to remember this,” he stated before the paddle disappeared and reappeared with great flourish.

She yelled out and grabbed the pillow from the corner of the couch, pushing her face into it as the paddle came down again and again over her hot ass. The gag made things worse. She couldn’t keep her spit from spilling out all over chin, mingling with the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Almost done, sweetheart,” his voice softened, but the spanks did not.

She wiggled from side to side, trying to avoid the fire beast being unleashed across her ass, but he stilled her easily enough with a heavy arm wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out, but with the gag, she doubted he understood anything she said.

She’d been so wrong. Behaved so poorly.

Every hot smack of the paddle reminded her bad decisions came with bad consequences. The embers of her ass probably glowed from the spanking, but he didn’t seem quite finished yet.

Over and over again, the paddle licked at her. The sting melted into a burn, only to be reignited when he brought it down again. Every inch of her ass, and then her thighs, were kissed by the wicked wood.

She’d never sit again.

And she deserved it.

She’d been such a bad little girl.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. So sorry,” she muffled out. The fight left her, and she stopped wiggling. She’d been wrong, veered them off the course they’d been on, and her Daddy was putting them back to right.

Quiet sobs tore through her, and she squeezed the pillow beneath her chest, hugging it tightly as the paddling came to a slow stop.

Ryder rested the paddle on her ass and unwrapped his arm from her waist. Feathery strokes of his fingers trailed down her back.

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