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Her stomach clenched. He wanted her to stand in the corner? Humiliation bubbled up in her chest as she glanced at the corner, and shook her head.

He crossed his arms. “Tessy, youaregoing to stand in the corner.”

Connor using that name in a stern tone made her sweat even though the room was cool.

“But I thought…” She struggled to put it into words, but Connor waited patiently. “…I thought you weren’t mad about that after I told you why I worked late.”

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed that you decided not to tell me how worried you were about tonight.”

Her eyes burned with unshed tears and her chest felt tight.

“So you’re going to go stand in the corner and think about how you could have handled that better for the next fifteen minutes. Then Daddy is going to spank you for not confiding in him.”

She gasped as the butterflies that were already in her stomach turned into birds trying to escape. She shook her head again.

He pointed to the corner again. “If you don’t put yourself in the corner right now, I’m going to take off your skirt, spank your bare bottom, put you in the corner, and then spank you again once your fifteen minutes are up.”

Tessica stood still, full of uncertainty. Part of her brain told her she was fifty-two, and this shit was utterly ridiculous. She didn’t have to play along. She could use her safeword and end the whole thing. Another part of her brain desperately wanted to get back in Connor’s good graces, and admittedly she was very curious what it would be liked to be a Little spanked by a Daddy.

Connor was staring at her, waiting for her to make a decision, but that didn’t make it any easier. Her palms sweated. Her heart raced. She was paralyzed with indecision.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Connor watched the emotions flicker across Tessica’s face. He was certain that she wouldn’t be able to take the leap into her Little headspace without some help. Over the years, he’d found that making a Little stand in the corner while contemplating an inevitable spanking helped foster the feelings of dread and panic, which in turn helped push their adult side away. Making the punishment a big theatrical production generally did the trick for Littles who were struggling to fully commit.

“Okay.” Connor stepped forward, and grasped her upper arm.

“No!” Tessica said with panic as she tried to pull out of his grip. “I’ll go to the corner.”

“Yes you will,” Connor agreed as he towed her toward the bed. “After Daddy spanks you.”

She whimpered and shook her head again.

Connor ignored that and kept a grip on her arm though she was resisting. If she really wanted out of his grip, she’d be pulling a lot harder, and if she wanted it to stop, she’d use her safeword.

He sat on the corner of her bed with his knees spread, and pulled her in to stand directly between his knees. He let go of her arm, and put both of his hands on her hips to hold her still.

“Please, don’t.” She put her hands on his wrists and tried to push them off her hips without success.

“Look at me, Tessy,” he said gently.

She made eye contact and stopped resisting.

In a firm but calm tone Connor said, “Nothing you say is going to change my mind about spanking you. You made the decision not to obey me, and now you have to face the consequences of that decision. But youcanmake your spanking worse if you continue to struggle and argue with me. Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“No what?”

She focused on his lap. “No, Daddy.”

“Look at me and try that again.”

She visibly shivered as she dragged her eyes up to meet his. “No, Daddy.”

“Then I suggest you stand still.”

She took her hands off his wrists and let them hang by her sides.

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