Page 36 of Savage

“Nope. I nos want to go to bed.” She found herself saying. Wait, what? She was exhausted. Of course she wanted to go to bed. Apparently, she also wanted to test Savage, just a bit, and see what she did when she protested.

“Don’t tell Daddy, no. It’s bedtime. You’ve got two choices, sweetheart. The first is what I would choose. You can let Daddy pick you up and carry you to bed. I’ll tuck you in, give you a nice sippy cup of milk and read you a story of your choosing. Or–”

“Or what?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or we can stay up longer and I can beat you at another game of Uno and then we can have some more dessert and–”

“Little girls who interrupt their Daddies get sent to the corner,” he told her. “I know how much you love the corner.”

“Nos I don’t!”

“Then it would be wise not to interrupt your Daddy. As I was saying, or choice number two, you continue to fight Daddy on bedtime, and we do everything I mentioned in choice number one, but you have a nice, pink bottom to go with it.”

Hmmm. Savannah thought about her choices briefly. What would a nice pink bottom feel like? She knew what a therapeuticspanking felt like, but what would a discipline one be like? In that exact moment, the desire to know overrode everything else. That’s when she did it. She shot up from his arms and ran into the kitchen.

“I’s get the cookies you get the Uno cards,” she yelled behind her. She’d barely made it to the pantry opening when a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

“Someone is testing Daddy. Someone wants to see what a pink bottom feels like. It’s a good thing I’m willing to oblige. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s normal to want to test me. It’s a common part of development in a DDlg relationship. Just know, testing will always be met with a firm reminder of who is in charge.”

Savannah felt her core clench at his words. God, she was so turned on by this side of him. Her stomach flipped as he quickly picked her up and carried her into the living room. He plopped down on the couch without letting her down and swiftly placed her over his lap so that her backside was high in the air. The position both frightened and aroused her. Delicious tingles began to overtake her body. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and her core clenched.

His hand fell against her base ass, and she yelped. “Ouch!”

She was not expecting it to sting that much. The first swat yesterday didn’t hurt like this. In fact, it barely registered. It’d taken awhile to get to this level of owie. “What? This isn’t how it’s supposed to feel!”

Savage’s chuckle was the only acknowledgment to her outrage.

“No more, Daddy! Ow!” She cried out after several more swats. The sting was delicious agony, the pain almost unbearable. His hand hadn’t felt so hard, so paddle like the night before. He was right, there was a definite difference in the type of spankings.

“Daddy decides when we are done, baby.” He peppered each word he spoke with a particularly hard swat on the bottom part of her butt.

“But I’s can’t take it anymore.” Her pleas were to no avail.

“You wanted a pink bottom; you are going to get a pink bottom. Right now, your adorable butt is still creamy white.”

This spanking hurt — way more than last nights had — but there was something about the sting that made her want more. She knew she could take more and wanted to see how far he’d go.

“That was for running in the house again,” Savage said as his hand fell again, this time slightly lower than before, focused on the crease where her butt met her upper thighs. “This is because Daddy said it was bedtime, and you didn’t listen.”

“Ow! Owie! Daddy! Daddy, please!” She begged. Didn’t seem to matter how much she begged, or how hard she flailed on the couch. He was going to continue spanking her until he was ready to stop.

“Nice and pink, exactly like I said.” He told her, finally stopping. He flipped her to sit upwards and cuddled her into his lap.

“I-I’m sorry Daddy,” She whispered, hating the quivering in her voice. “I won’t break any other rules ever again I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little girl. It will happen again, and that’s okay. Little girls break rules and Daddies discipline them for it. It’s all part of the dynamic.”

“Are you mad?”

“Nope. I wasn’t even mad when you ran. I understand what motivated you to do it. It’s okay to test me, as long as you know I’m going to pass each test and some of them might end up with you having a very sore butt.”

He wasn’t lying. As she’d just found out, a spanking from Savage hurt like, well, a discipline spanking did anyway, that’s for sure!

“I don’t like these kinds of spankings,” she told him.

“Good. They wouldn’t deter your behavior if you liked them. And, sweetheart, just so you know, that was a very mild discipline spanking.”

“Mild?” She gaped at him. What did he mean mild? Her butt was on fire.

“Yes, mild. If you break one of my serious rules about your safety, it won’t be just my hand spanking your perfect ass. You’ll wish it was my hand when you’ve tasted Daddy’s belt, a wooden spoon or a paddle.”

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