Page 111 of Giddy Up, Daddy

She made very little noise though. Unusual for Charlie who was rarely stoic during punishment. Maybe she was worried about the sound carrying in the quiet early morning. Maybe he just wasn’t spanking hard enough.

It inspired him to concentrate on her sit-spot for a minute. The crease where ass and thighs joined was always a tender area, and a couple dozen well-placed swats teased a few yelps out of her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” She didn’t sound especially sorry, though there was a little stress in her tone, which was normal.

“Oh yeah? What are you sorry for?” He didn’t pause, but he did shift his hand downward to bounce back and forth between her thighs.

Her legs were tense, muscles straining as she fought to keep them down. “For… lying and telling you it wasn’t extravagant, but I didn’t want you to guess.”

“I know you didn’t. And I understand wanting to surprise me. But… lying to Daddy has consequences darlin.”

“I won’t do it again.” The promise drew out with a whining tone.

He laughed and pretended to misunderstand what she meant. “I should hope not. I don’t need two of these monsters.” Five more swats, real stingers, to each thigh and then he stopped. “Lucky for you, in this case, the consequences are mild.”

She looked back at him with wide eyes. “Really? You’re—you’re done?”

He hid a grin. “Not quite. I want to see something first. Hop up.”

She slid back off his lap, watching him warily. Sam could be inventive about punishments when he felt like it, and she was probably worried.

“Come around to the side.” He grabbed her arm and steadied her as she shuffled, jeans now around her ankles. “Now, go ahead and press up against the truck. I want to compare reds.”

Her jaw dropped and she stared for a few seconds before she finally found the words. “Daddy! That’s not why I bought it.”

“No? Well, that’s a bonus then.” He unbuckled his belt and yanked it through the loops. “Go on, get close, hook your arms over the side.”

Her bottom lip pouted, and she gave him a mean-eyed look before turning to obey. And then as soon as she touched the truck she jumped back. “It’s freezing,” she blurted.

Well, the garage had been unheated in the middle of winter, so it was no surprise the metal hadn’t warmed up yet. “Well bendover a bit then, so your belly isn’t pressed against it. Stick that butt out so I can get a look.”

All that was going to do was give him a better target and she knew it. She also knew that there was no way he’d agree that the red of her ass was ‘red enough’ without using the belt a few times. She sighed, resigned, and bent over to present her ass to him.

Sam grinned and made a show of examining both shades. “Hmm… not quite there yet.”

“Color me shocked,” she said in a dry tone. It was probably accompanied by an eye roll, though he couldn’t see her face.

“Coloring you isexactlywhat I’m fixing to do, darlin.” And just like that he popped the belt across her ass. It echoed like a shot in the concrete room and sounded a lot worse than it was.

“Ow!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a much brighter red. Not quite cherry but getting there. Let’s try another one.” He laid the doubled leather across her butt again, and then a third time without pause.

Charlie protested. He gave her another. She whined. He took his time comparing the colors again, but of course she still wasn’t quite red enough.

It continued until he finally admitted that Charlie was as cherry red as she was going to get. “Perfect. That’s a match.”

“Finally!” She started to straighten.

He snapped the belt between his hands. “Uh-uh. You stay right there and let me enjoy my present, Charlie girl.”

She sighed. “Daddy, thetruckwas your present, not me.”

“Well, you already belong to me. But I’m considering this experience part of my present. Now, hush.” He draped the belt over the side of the truck, being careful that the buckle didn’t scrape the metal.

With both hands free he stroked and massaged her ass. It was now putting off plenty of heat, and he enjoyed fondling thescorched cheeks. He was tempted to let his fingers roam down between her thighs.

It hadn’t been a severe punishment. They played harder than this for fun. If he checked, he was pretty sure he’d find her pussy dripping.

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