Page 38 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Slap! Slap!

He landed several more before stopping to check on her. Her cheeks were a nice pink color, and he rubbed the heat in.

“How are you doing, darlin’?” he asked.

“That was so mean!” she cried.

“Mean? It’s a punishment.”

“I want my pleasure now!” she said, trying to wriggle off his lap. He held her down.

“Where are you going, darlin’? Do you really think we’re finished?”

Blakely glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “We’re not?”

“My poor girl. No, baby. We’re not finished. That was just the warm-up.”

“The warm-up!” she cried before he started to spank her again.

This time, he kept up a steady space. Back and forth. Smack after smack until her ass was a deeper red and her breathing was choppy.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asked as he stopped and ran his finger lightly over her bottom.

“How am I doing?” she cried. “My bottom hurts! I’m not going to be able to sit tomorrow.”

Hmm. He hadn’t spanked her that hard. This was her first spanking from him, and he didn’t know her pain tolerance.

“Every time you sit, you’ll think about being spanked. And you’ll hopefully remember to behave yourself.”

Or not.

They’d have to wait and see.

“Have you finished?” she asked.

“Not quite.”

“Nooo,” she cried as he raised his hand.

“That wasn’t your safeword,” he pointed out. “What is your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Do you need to use it?” he asked.

“I . . . there’s a difference between want and need,” she grumbled.

“Yes, there is. Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”

“No.”

“Such a good girl.” He gave her several more spanks. Nothing too harsh. And then he picked her up, turning her in his arms so she straddled his legs, and her face was pressed to his chest.

Stafford ran his hand up and down her back. “You were such a good girl. So brave. You did so well.”

She leaned back to give him a skeptical look. “All I did was get spanked. I just had to lie there.”

“Yes, but you were very brave. Especially since it was your first spanking from me.”

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