Page 28 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

“It feels funny.” The sensation grew hotter and Lainey twisted her hips, trying to escape the increasing heat. “Daddy! It’s burning!”

“That’s the point. Stay still.”

“I can’t! It hurts!”

His voice hardened, and there was no trace of amusement when he spoke again. “You’re not coming out of that corner until you can go five minutes without fidgeting, little girl.”

Asshole.The word flashed in her mind, but she didn’t dare speak it aloud. God only knew what the man would come up with next. Dammit, why didn’t her powers include numbing pain at will? She stopped squirming as an idea began to form. Her powers did include manipulating weather. If she could make it rain on command, perhaps she could make it snow. Or at least get icy, in one very specific place.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the burning in her bottom. She imagined the feel of ice, the cooling sensation it brought. Bit by bit, the burning inside her bottom began to fade, and she let out a quiet breath of relief.

“What the hell? Lainey, stop that!”

Her eyes flew open and she stared at the wall in front of her with a growing sense of horror. “What? I didn’t do anything!”

“You turned the ginger into a giant icicle, you little brat.” If she hadn’t already been in so much trouble, the sheer frustration in his voice might have been comical.

“I didn’t mean to!” she lied. Of course she’d meant to. That thing burned like hell!

“Do you want your mouth washed out again? Do not lie to me, little girl.”

Switching to a remorseful tone, she prayed he’d let her off the hook. She couldn’t take much more tonight. “I’m sorry, Daddy, it just burned so bad.”

“Stay there. I’m going to get a fresh piece. A bigger one.”

“Way to go, Lainey. Now you made it worse,” she mumbled to herself.

A few minutes later, Daddy returned. “Take a step back and bend over. Hands on the wall.”

Unwilling to risk making him any angrier than he was, she immediately stepped back and bent at the waist. Daddy worked the ginger-cicle out of her ass, and she had about two seconds of relief before he pushed the new piece into her bottom.

“Ow!” The stretching sensation was worse than she remembered. “Daddy, that one hurts more!”

“I shaved the first one down a good bit. I was trying to be nice. But since you can’t behave yourself, now you can hold a nice big piece instead.”

Dammit, why couldn’t she just do as she was told for five minutes? She wouldn’t be here, getting her bottom hole stretched out by a stupid burning vegetable if she could just listen.

Once the new ginger was in place, he swatted her again, hard enough to make her jump and squeal at the sting. “Now. Five goddamn minutes without a word and without moving. And so help me God, if I even think you’re using your powers to cool that ginger, I’m going to paddle your ass until you can’t sit for a week. You hear me, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied meekly. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Five minutes.”

Standing in the corner with her bottom burning and trying not to whine or wiggle around was worse than all the spankings he’d given her so far. Daddy started the timer over three times before she was able to make it the full five minutes.

“Come here, Lainey.”

She all but ran to the side of the bed where he was seated, holding her hairbrush. “Please take it out, Daddy. It burns!”

“I’ll take it out after your spanking.”

“But Daddy, it hurts!” So what if she was begging, if it got him to take the ginger out and stop the burning?

“That’s the point.” He patted his left knee. “The sooner you get in position, the sooner the ginger comes out.”

She hurried to drape herself over his knee. As much as she didn’t want a spanking, she wanted the ginger out of her even more.

Or so she thought, until the first crack of her hairbrush against her bare skin. The thick, heavy plastic stung like crazy, and she immediately started fighting to escape. But Daddy had a tight grip on her, and he easily held her in place while he lit her bottom on fire.

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