Page 182 of Daddy's Wild Girl

He kept going, not stopping until she was a complete mess. Her bottom was throbbing and hot, the sofa beneath her face wet with her tears.

After pulling up her panties, he rearranged her so she was straddling his lap, her face buried into his chest as she cried.

He rubbed her back. “It’s all right. You’re okay. I have you. You’re all right. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“I know you are.” He leaned over and grabbed some tissues, cleaning up her face for her. Then he held a tissue to her nose. “Blow.”

She blew her nose, blushing slightly.

How embarrassing.

“I’m sorry that your first real punishment had to be so harsh. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. And how much you scared me. But most of all, how much I love you.”

“If the pain in my butt is any indication of how much you love me . . . then you love me a lot.”

“I do, baby girl. I really do.” Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her lightly. “And I’m sorry that your dad has let you down yet again, but I won’t ever do that. I’m right here. I’m going to look after you, be here for you, no matter what.”

She nodded and snuggled into his chest.

“How about we spend the rest of the day snuggled up on the couch and watching Christmas movies? There’s a storm coming, and that sounds like a good way to spend the evening, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it sounds perfect. Well, except for the fact I don’t actually want to sit.”

He grinned at her as he stood with her in his arms. “That’s what happens when you get your butt roasted, Little girl.”

She pouted. “Can’t you wave a magic wand and make it all better, Daddy?”

“Hmm, even if I could, I wouldn’t. Because you deserve this punishment.”

A sigh escaped her. “Fine, Daddy.”

He took her into the bathroom and set her down by the toilet.

“Um, Daddy? What are you doing?” she asked as he crouched in front of her.

Then he was drawing down her panties.

“Daddy!” she cried, covering up her pussy with both hands.

He drew them gently away. “Why are you hiding yourself? You do remember that I’ve had my mouth on your pussy lots of times, right?”

“Yes, but . . . but . . . you’ve never done this before! I can’t go with you here.”

“I’m just takingcare of my girl. I need this after seeing her nearly break her neck.”

Oh, sheesh.

When he put it like that, then she could hardly complain. Could she?

However, she still didn’t think she could pee.

“Do you need something to help you go?”

She shifted around on the toilet. She couldn’t tell him about the pee song, right?

“Bebe?” he asked gently. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

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