Page 29 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

“Daddy, I’m sorry!” Her plea was a long, pitiful wail. And it fell on deaf ears. He never so much as paused in his assault on her poor bottom, until she was limp and sobbing over his knee.

“Are you going to follow directions, little girl?” The question was accompanied by three impossibly hard swats to her sit spots, each one making her squeal louder than the last.

“Y-Yes, Daddy!”

“I hope you mean that.” His voice was quiet, and she could almost swear she heard regret in his tone. “I’m trying to save your life here, sunshine.”

The truth in his statement twisted her stomach with guilt. Here he was, risking his own safety for her, and she kept throwing his rules in his face. The pressure in her chest built until she was sobbing so hard she could barely draw in a breath.

“Baby, calm down,” Daddy urged. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

He rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles until her sobs began to fade. “I’m s-so sorry. I’m a hor-horrible person!”

“You’re not a horrible person. This whole thing just sucks a big one.”

Lainey drew in a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering sigh. Eventually her sobs became quiet sniffles and the pressure in her chest eased. “I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess.”

“Hey.” Daddy helped her sit up, so she was perched on one knee. His crystal blue eyes were serious. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I made a choice. And even knowing how this all goes down, I’d make the same choice again, no questions asked.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” The corner of his mouth twisted up in a wry smile. “I was getting bored, anyway. Been a while since I’ve seen any action.”

“Action?” Sniffling, she rubbed at her tired eyes. “Like what?”

The smile disappeared, but he didn’t look angry. More, well, resigned, if she had to put a name on it. “Let’s get that ginger out of your ass and we can talk about it.”

Daddy removedthe ginger as promised, but to her dismay it continued to burn for several minutes after. She was tempted to ask for something to cool the burning, but she didn’t want to aggravate him and risk not getting to hear whatever it was he wanted to tell her. So, she sat on the couch – minus her shorts and panties, per Daddy’s orders – and waited for him to finish making sandwiches.

When he brought her plate over, she gave him a small smile. “Thanks. I could have made dinner.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You could have. But you didn’t, did you?”

Her cheeks warmed at the slight rebuke. “No, Daddy.” She lowered her eyes and then peeked up at him through her lashes. “Are you going to spank me again?”

“Have you learned your lesson about following directions?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied quietly.

“Then I don’t need to punish you again. Eat up, sunshine.”

Relieved to not be facing another spanking, she lifted the sandwich and took a bite. Daddy sat on the couch next to her, but he didn’t touch his own food. He watched her as she ate, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You’re making me nervous,” she said around a mouthful of ham and cheese.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Rolling her eyes, she swallowed before speaking again. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d get on with it.”

“All right, all right. Little brat,” he added under his breath.

Laughing, she took another bite of sandwich. “Yup.”

He went back to watching her for a bit longer before he took a deep breath and began his story. “I worked for the mafia.”

Pausing with her sandwich halfway to her lips, she stared at him. “Really? Did you kill anyone?”

“A few people. But it was self-defense. Sort of.”

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