Page 154 of Daddy, Sir

Instead he just sat in the chair, patted his lap, and called me over to him.

This was happening.

I took a deep breath and stood between his legs, waiting for him to order me to remove my jeans like he always did.

This time he did it for me, slowly pushing them down, then me over his lap. Once I was there,= and my bottom was bared, my panties resting just below the curve of my ass, he spoke. “Tell me why you asked for this punishment, babygirl.”

I had an answer ready. “Because I need to be punished for it for real. The guilt has been eating at me, especially now that I know better.”

“Good girl.” He paused a beat. “I’m especially proud of you for asking for a punishment for it. I know that couldn’t have been easy.”

His praise flooded me with warmth, all across my cheeks and chest and somewhere different. Somewhere lower. That was new. I pushed my thighs together.

“Thank you Daddy.”

“I’m going to give you a long, hard spanking with my hand, and then ten with my belt.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He raised his hand, and the spanking began. It felt like any other he’d given, but occasionally when he lectured he’d recall details from the tale I’d told him the night before and follow it up with “my babygirl does not behave that way”. The worst was when he said “you didn’t know better, but you do now, so now you must do better”.

I took every swat, welcoming the absolution that came with the pain. Breathing it in and remembering that what my Daddy said was true. That wasn’t who I was anymore.

But Zeke was really good at what he did so he still reminded me what I was being punished for while reminding me that it was no longer who I was, that I’d grown past it. The result was a strange combination of shame-filled tears and great relief. When my bottom was red and hot and I was crying hard, he stopped spanking, and tapped my bottom.

“Get up babygirl. It’s time for Daddy’s belt.”

Those five words had me shaking as I stood. Zeke had never used a belt on me before. That he’d chosen to for this let me know he was taking it very seriously. I stood on shaking legs and let him walk me over to the couch and bend me over the arm of it.

I heard the whoosh of the leather through his belt loops and my throat went dry. Did I really want this? Did I need it to feel absolved? I was pretty sure the hand spanking he’d given me had been enough, but it didn't matter. I trusted Zeke.

“Daddy’s belt will always be used for big things. And treating others poorly for no good reason is always a big thing, okay?” His hand rubbed my lower back. “That’s not how my sweet babygirl behaves.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His calmming words and the way he spoke them with such confidence eased my nerves, making me feel better. At least, until the leather lashed across my backside for the first time. The pain, a stripe of fire across my ass, hurt worse than I ever could have imagined.

But Zeke seemed to know that. “Stay in place,” he warned before I could even think about jumping up and throwing my hands back, or trying to get away. “I’m giving you ten lashes.”

I did as he’d demanded, because despite my most basic instincts, I wanted to please him.

So I counted, even though he hadn’t told me to, because it gave my brain something to focus on. “One,” I hissed.

His soft chuckle came from behind me and filled the air for a second before the leather lashed again. “Good, babygirl.”

“Two!”

Three, four, five. I was crying, my arms were shaking, I was panting, and I wanted to use my safeword more than I ever had before. But I didn't. Because I wanted this. And I needed to make my Daddy proud.

“Halfway there, babygirl.” Zeke paused long enough to rub my fire-licked ass.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said between gritted teeth.

His hand left my ass and I braced myself. The sixth lick whipped across the lower curve of my ass, and a fresh set of tears sprang to my eyes. I sucked in a breath and forced myself to work through the pain. “Six.”

“Good girl.”

The belt flew again. Seven. Eight. Nine,

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