Page 33 of Daddy's Justice

“You are mine.” With extreme force, even though I knew he was holding back, his paddle-like hand fell. He’d smack several times in the same spot before moving to another and then another, covering the flesh of my ass with his heavy hand. It hurt, Lord, did it hurt. He remained silent, presumably focused on causing the most pain he could to the bottom he decided needed disciplining.

“Ow! Please!” The pain he was causing with his hand was hurting way more than even his paddle had.

“Please!” I gasped, writhing in pain. How was it possible that a mere hand could sear like an iron? Was he not hearing me? The sound of the slaps reverberating off the walls was loud, but surely not loud enough to cover up my cries.

“Daddy! Please! Can’t you hear me?” I was beginning to hyperventilate.

He finally stopped. “Yes, little goddess, I hear you. The problem was, you weren’t hearing me. This”—he swatted the top of my thighs—“seems to speak louder than my words do.”

“I hear you!” His hand was resting on my swollen butt, I was surprised it wasn’t burning his flesh.

“Glad to hear that, considering I just started talking. Your sit spot and upper thighs haven’t quite yet paid for your crimes. Justice needs to be had.”

Wait, what? He wasn’t done yet?

“But, my butt hurts,” I whined. It did hurt. It was agonizing. I hadn’t realized he had focused only on the meat of my cheeks until he said that. The few swats he had given me previously on my sit spot and thighs had been excruciatingly painful. The idea of him concentrating on those spots, with the force that he had just spanked my butt, sent chills down my spine and dropped a rock into my stomach.

“These final five are for your cussing. You are lucky you aren’t getting them while you hold a bar of soap in your mouth.” He was merciful in the speed, but not the power behind the swats.

Forseti stood me up between his legs and pulled me close, resting my head on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. He rested his chin on the top of my head. It was tender and I lost it, sobbing against his chest.

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