Page 223 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“With paint.”

“Mmhmm. Was it an accident?”

She shook her head, and I reached around and popped the back of her thigh.

“No head shakes or nods when you’re in trouble. I want to hear ‘yes, Daddy’ or ‘no, Daddy’. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered and rubbed the spot I had spanked.

“Better. Thank you. Now, was the paint mess an accident? “

“I already told you all this.” She whined and bounced on the balls of her feet.

“You did, yes. But I couldn’t spank you right then, so we’re doing it again, and I’m adding another stroke of the belt. You’re up to sixteen. Care to keep up the whining and question-evading?”

Ripley let out a frustrated sigh and let her head fall back so she was no longer looking at me, but at the ceiling. “No Daddyyyy.” She held out the word. “I got in a paint fight with my friends and we made a mess on ourselves and in the classroom and we hadda clean it up and then we hadda go to Master Derek’s office.”

I loved how young her speech sounded, like she really was a naughty Little girl in trouble with her Daddy. The vulnerabilityshe was showing tugged at my heart strings. I could not believe she was finally mine.

“Good girl. And sometime tomorrow you will be sitting down to write an apology to your teacher, your friends, and Master Derek. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Over my knee, babygirl.”

Once she was situated, I pinned her legs between mine to keep her where I wanted her, then I got down to business. I spanked slow and steady, spreading out the warmth evenly to prepare her skin for the belt strokes that would come at the end. I knew it’d been a long time since she’d taken a belt, and I didn’t want to accidentally damage her in any way. I took my time, slightly increasing the intensity with each few smacks.

Ripley melted over my knees, exactly like I hoped she would. I wanted her completely relaxed and floaty in that space submissives loved, where all worldly things faded into nothing as their minds went peacefully quiet. And when all of the tension left her body even as I laid a volley of harder smacks to her sit spots, I knew I’d achieved that goal.

“Good girl.” I rubbed her warm, dark-pink skin. “You’re taking your spanking so well. Are you ready for Daddy’s belt?”

“Mmm–mmm.” She shook her head.

“No? Hmm. More of my hand then?”

“Mmm –mmm.”

From my vantage point, I could see her profile. Her eyes were closed and there was a sassy little smile on her face.

I chuckled. “Are you just being a brat?”

“Mmm–mmm,” she continued.

“That’s okay, babygirl. You can ‘mmm–mmm’ all you want, but you’re not in charge here; Daddy is.” I let that sink in before I continued. “So we’re going to take you to Daddy’s room andput you over the side of the bed so that I can give you the belting you’ve earned.”

I moved slowly so as not to knock her off balance–she was so deep in subspace she didn’t even give me a dreamy response to my proper belting threat–and to try to preserve her floaty place. I should have considered having to change positions in order to use my belt, but I hadn’t, so I did my best not to ruin anything as I turned her in my arms and carried her to my room.

I settled her on the edge of the bed and made sure she was stable before pulling her pants, then her panties, all the way off. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops to free it. Ripley squirmed.

“You like that sound, baby?” I asked as I doubled the belt over, making sure the buckle was secured in my palm.

“Mmm-mmm,” she lied.

“You really do like to be contrary, don’t you? Lucky for you, Daddy loves a challenge. Unfortunately for you, Daddy doesn’t lose. So here is what we’re going to do. You’re going to count each stroke, and you’re going to thank me for it and ask me for the next. If you lose count or forget to do what you’re supposed to, then that one will be voided and we’ll redo it.”

“Nooo, I don’t want to count,” she whimpered.

“Oh, so you do know how to talk, then! Good. I was beginning to think you could only say ‘mmm-mmm.’”

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