Page 33 of Daddy's Treat

“I s-saw,” she starts with a stutter. She takes a deep breath like she’s trying to find her center of gravity, then begins again. “I saw Dean Michaels this morning on my way to class. Apparently, there was a mix up with my enrollment in molecular biology next semester. It’s a prerequisite for med school. If I don’t take that course…” she shakes her head, “without that course next semester, my entire plan will be derailed.

“I just don’t understand how it happened. I’m on the accelerated program. That’s supposed to guarantee me placement in the classes that I need. My advisor put my name on the waitlist for it two semesters ago. It just doesn’t make sense.”

A word doesn’t exist in the dictionary to describe how angry I am right now. I know without a doubt this was Dean Michaels’ doing. She’s punishing me through Penny, and I won’t stand for it. I will fix this for her, no matter what it takes.

“Penny, I want you to listen to me,” I grab both of her cheeks and hold her face between my palms. “I will fix this for you. Dean Michaels…” I hesitate to tell her because I don’t want to hurt her. I decide not to tell her right now. It won’t change anything, and it’s not worth upsetting her further right now. “I promise I will take care of it. I don’t want you worrying anymore about it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good, now get over here. I want to talk about this…” I pull the envelope from my pocket and toss it to the coffee table.

Penny looks at me with wide eyes, a blush covering her cheeks. “You read it?”

“I did.” I look at her and then my lap pointedly. She scurries out of her blanket cocoon and onto my lap. “Good girl. Now, about this fantasy of yours. Tell me, is it something you just want to do for playtime, or is this more? Maybe something you feel is missing in your life?”

Penny nibbles at her plush lower lip like she does whenever she’s giving something serious thought. “I really liked what we did last night. When you made me talk dirty and spanked me while we were…” her blush deepens, “Yeah, I liked all that. I don’t know exactly how to put it into words. It’s not that something was missing exactly, more like I know there could be more. I’m not saying it right. That probably makes zero sense.”

“No, I understand what you’re saying. You liked it when I dominated you, spanked you, withheld pleasure to get you to do what I said. And when you came, instead of my name, you instinctively called out ‘daddy.’” I give her a little smile. “That’s why I gave you this particular assignment. I wanted to see if you were able to be honest with both yourself and me about what you want.”

“No lies, ever.”

“That’s right, no lies. That’s one of your rules. What are your other rules?”

“Answering when you call, getting enough sleep, no skipping class, and eating right.” Those last two are said with a reluctance that tells me her fantasy was based partially on fact.

“And did you follow your rules today?”

“No.” She sounds repentant and can’t meet my eyes when she admits to breaking the rules.

“No, what?” Her eyes meet mine, and I lift my brow in warning.

“No, daddy?” she says it like a question.

“Good girl. Now tell me which rules you broke.”

She tells me almost word for word what she wrote in her fantasy. She also apologizes and says she knows she deserves to be punished for being bad. After her experience with Dean Michaels, and then the whole thing with Professor Schmidt giving her a dressing down for inattention in class, I’m tempted to let the infractions go. But that’s not what she needs. I can see plain as day she desperately wants to earn my forgiveness, and one way she can do that is through punishment. My just saying the words won’t be enough.

“I think you’ve earned a punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry I was bad.”

“Lay down over my lap.”

Penny doesn’t hesitate to lay over my knees. She’s balanced a little precariously at first, but with a slight adjustment, she’s balanced. “This is how you’ll present yourself for punishment.”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I think the punishment in your little fantasy was fair for your misbehavior. Do you remember what you wrote?”

“Yes. It was five swats for not focusing in class and ten for eating candy corn instead of a meal. But, daddy, you don’t have a hairbrush like in my fantasy.”

I reach inside the bag I dropped beside me on the couch. I pull out a soft-bristled brush exactly like Penny described. It’s made of wood and has a flat back that’s almost paddle-like. I hold it down in her line of sight and smile at her little gasp of surprise.

“I made a stop before coming to get you. Now, I think we will do the first five with your panties on and the last ten without.”

I’m not asking for permission; I’m telling her what is going to happen, so she has time to think about her upcoming punishment. Thankfully, Penny is wearing leggings, and they are easily pushed below her bottom. I groan at the sight of her plain white cotton panties. They are the epitome of sweet innocence.

And I can’t fucking wait to defile her.

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