Page 55 of Rayna's Daddy

"Why are you getting a spanking, Rayna?” I rub her arms.

She shrugged.

I shrugged back.

“You want me to guess?” She asked, shrugging one shoulder.

I refrained from rolling my eyes. She wasn’t going to give in, or her bratty side was trying to delay her spanking.

“No.” I pulled her into my lap. “I don’t want you to guess. I want you to think about it.”

“Uhm,” she looked at the sky and placed a finger on her chin. Her cute little nose scrunching up. “I drank a bottle of champagne.”

“That’s one.” I nodded. “Go on. What else?”

“I threw up all over your bathroom.” She cringed.

“No.” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t punish you for being sick, but what should you have done if you were sick?”

“Told someone.”

“Right.” I held up two fingers. “That’s two. What else?”

She exhaled.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

She took another deep breath.

“I left the apartment when you told me not to.” She started counting on her fingers. “I was disrespectful to you. I lied to you about why I was leaving and instead of coming to talk to you, I tried to run away.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “I think that about covers it.”

“And, I called you a bad name behind your back.” She covered her mouth. Horrified, she had told on herself.

“Oh, yeah?” I pulled her hand away. “What did you call me?”

“Rude Daddy, Meany Daddy, Butthead Daddy.” She hugged me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was mad that you didn’t want me.”

“Okay.” I rubbed her back. “I’ll let those go. I can’t punish you for your thoughts unless those thoughts make you do something that puts you in danger. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded.

I stood her back up.

“Okay, so for your naughty behavior, I’ll give you twenty swats with my hand.”

She swallowed audibly.

“Does that seem fair?” I pinched her chin.

“Do I have a choice?” She looked off. I brought her face back to me.

“You always have a choice.” She opened her mouth. “But if you want to let go of the guilt and we can start fresh with a clean slate, I think the spanking will allow you to do that. What do you think?” I dropped my arms and let her think about it.

Rayna nibbled on her bottom lip. Her gaze darted around the room. Her arm hugged her waist.

It was important for her to come to the conclusion herself. She had to take the next step with full knowledge and consent, or we wouldn’t move forward. It was a big decision. I was proud of her for taking her time and thinking about it carefully.

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