Page 15 of Daddy's Justice

“Is that the hill you want to die on? Why might I have suggested getting the soap? What are the two things that I told you would result in having your mouth scrubbed?”

She squirmed in my arms, trying to stand up.

Tightening my grasp, I held her onto my lap. “Morrigan, I asked you a question.”

“Cursing and lying,” she mumbled.

“And did you curse?”

“No.”

“Then why did I say that?”

“I don’t know,” she growled. “You said it, shouldn’t you know?”

Her attitude was a defense mechanism. She was feeling vulnerable and was trying to cover it up. I used my powers of discernment and knew what she needed. In one motion, I grabbed the paddle off the ground while I stood, carrying her with me. In the bathroom, I deposited her to standing and stood in front of her.

“Look in the mirror.”

“What?”

“Look. In. The. Mirror.” I nudged her to stand in front of the sink. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her back until she was leaning forward on her elbows, staring at herself. She looked from her reflection to mine and back again. I swung my arm back and met her bare butt with the broadside of the wooden sword, flattening the flesh. I anticipated her trying to rise up and was ready for it, pushing her back down onto the counter with my left hand.

“Oh my God! That fucking hurt!” Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, her eyes growing like saucers.

Sighing, I sat the sword next to her and reached for the liquid hand soap. I’d much prefer a bar, but since one wasn’t readily available, this would have to do. Grabbing the hand towel from the hook, I ran the edge of it under water and pumped several large squirts of soap onto it. Lathering it good between my fingers, I turned back to her.

“Open.”

She shook her head no.

“Morrigan, I am going to wash that naughty mouth of yours out and cleanse from it the remaining traces of the disgusting word you keep saying. The only question is how many swats with my sword will it take for you to comply.” Lifting the sword, I stepped behind her, ready to swing it again.

“No! I’ll open my mouth!”

“That’s my good little goddess.” I moved her to sit on the toilet. Reaching down, I tapped her chin with the tip of my forefinger, and she opened her mouth. I made sure to scrub the inside of her cheeks and her teeth. “Stick your tongue out.”

With a scowl, she obeyed. I ran the cloth over her tongue several times.

“Now, because of your defiance, you will receive the rest of your punishment with the taste of soap in your mouth. Back over the sink.” I waited for her to do my bidding. Raising her dress over her back, baring her again, I rubbed my hands over the swollen flesh. It had dulled slightly, and was more of a hot pink than a red, warm instead of hot.

“Let us try this again. Look at yourself in the mirror, Morrigan.” I waited for her to do as she was told. This time, she was quicker to obey. “Good.” I rewarded her behavior by rubbing her bottom gently. “Why are we in the bathroom, little goddess?”

“Because I didn’t answer your question.”

“And what question was that?”

“You asked why you threatened to get the soap.”

“Very good. You have a keen mind. You come from a strong stock. Your father is one of the most intelligent beings on Asgard. Now, I repeat the same question. Why did I threaten to get the soap, Morrigan?”

She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes begging me not to make her answer. I pointed back to the mirror and she slowly turned her head, looking into her own eyes again.

“Because I lied.”

The whisper was barely audible. I brought the sword down, watching the paddle flatten the flesh before raising it again, three times in succession, across the fullness of her cheeks.

“Because you lied. What did you lie about?”

“I… I… I lied about how calling you Daddy made me feel.”

“And how does calling me Daddy make you feel?”

“I’m not sure.”

“That is a fair answer. You should have gone with that in the first place. Morrigan, lying will never be tolerated. I want you to watch your reflection in the mirror as I discipline you for lying to me.” The paddling was less to do with the lying and more to do with the warring emotions I felt radiating from her. She needed this, and I needed to be the one to give it to her. “Don’t look away.”

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