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“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he soothed her, rubbing her back, but not touching her ass or thighs. He wouldn’t be rubbing away the sting, because she was supposed to remember this lesson for a long time.

And she would.

Chapter 20

His little girl had taken her punishment well. She fought at first, but he couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t given her an inch. Every spank of that paddle came down on her upturned curves with intentional force. She would learn this lesson—and learn it well.

But the struggles slowly faded away, and acceptance filled her body and soul.

Her bottom practically glowed up at him. His little girl had been stubborn, making her spanking longer than it needed to be, but he wouldn’t be deterred.

“You did good, Sammy,” he praised her while rubbing her back. Her ass probably needed soothing more, but he wouldn’t touch her there. The burn would continue, unaided with relief. She’d earned it; she would keep it.

The paddle wobbled on her ass as her sobs eased away. When she quieted enough, he removed it and tossed it onto the coffee table. The blush of her bottom had brightened into a cherry red as the paddling continued, but now, after a few minutes of settling in, her cheeks were raw and crimson. A small bruise already formed on her left cheek. She’d feel that for a day or so.

And rightly so.

“You ready to get up, sweetheart?” He always found it somewhat odd how quickly he could shed his anger over the infraction once his little girl was in her place over his lap. But with Samantha, it was different. The purpose of her spanking wasn’t merely to punish her, it went deeper. This wasn’t just a spanking for breaking the rules—no, this had a stronger meaning. He was wiping the slate clean, teaching her and strengthening them at the same time.

A muffled agreement came from her, and he pulled gently on her shoulders.

“Come on. Up you go.” He helped her to her feet, but she sank down to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with pitiful eyes, wet cheeks, and chin.

He peeled off his t-shirt and used it to wipe away the tears and saliva from her face.

“It’s okay now, sweetheart. It’s over. Your punishment’s over.” He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, though he made a mental note to keep it handy in case she started getting mouthy in the future. As much as she disliked it, his cock jumped at the sight of it tucked between her lips.

Once the gag was removed, he tossed it beside the paddle and lifted her from her knees onto his lap.

“Ow.” She gasped and wiggled her ass against him, but snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around him.

He hugged her tight to his chest.

“I’m really sorry,” she said again.

“Do you think you’ll keep secrets from me anymore?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the smooth flesh of her back. The heat of her ass seeped through his jeans onto his thigh. Yes, his little girl would be feeling the residual effects of the paddle for a while.

“No, Daddy. I promise.” She sniffled and hugged him tighter.

“Good.” He patted her bottom. “We’ll talk about what comes next after breakfast tomorrow.” He placed a chaste kiss to her head. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

She pushed away from him slightly, bringing her tear-filled gaze to his. “I don’t think so. I think you know everything.”

He cupped her cheek, rubbing away the runaway tear with his thumb. “No more tears, sweetheart.”

“You spanked me really hard,” she blurted out in the cutest whine he’d ever heard.

“You bet I did. And I will again if you earn another spanking,” he promised with a grin. “Hopefully, the next time you’re over my knee, it’s because you’ve been so good, you’ve earned a sweet ass-tanning.”

She wiped the back of her hand across her cheek. “What’s that?”

“A sweet ass-tanning?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when I lay you over my lap and spank this beautiful ass of yours until it’s nice and pink. Then, once you’re all warmed up, I spread your cheeks and play with that pretty pussy of yours until you come all over my lap.” His cock ached just thinking about what he would rather being doing at that moment. Her pussy was wet, he didn’t doubt that, and he didn’t need to check. Even though she’d been punished, and she didn’t enjoy the spanking, her body would be reacting to it—and that sweet cunt of hers would be soaking for him.

She blew out a long breath with puffed-out cheeks. “Yes, I’d rather have that please.” A smile tugged on her lips.

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