Page 79 of Break Me, Daddy

“Do you consent to the punishment I’ve laid out for you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The barest hint of a smile curved his lips as his thumb brushed gently over her chin. “So polite. You’ve trained her well, Holden.”

Happiness swelled in her chest. She’d done something right, something her Daddy could be proud of her for. And even if the more sarcastic parts of her wanted to roll her eyes, or remind them she wasn’t a puppy being housebroken, the rest of her simply soaked in the praise.

“She’s a good girl.” The same pride she felt echoed in Holden’s voice, and she couldn’t help but grin.

“Thank you, um, Sirs?”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Releasing his hold on her chin, Braden moved to sit in the middle of Holden’s long, comfortable couch. The same couch where she often lay curled up with her Daddy, watching whatever sappy romantic comedy she’d roped him into putting on.

Now, she’d always remember it as the couch Braden spanked her on, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.

But she wasn’t about to ruin the moment by being a brat about it, so when Braden patted his lap, she obediently shuffled over to lay down over his knees, her legs and torso stretched out on the cushions on either side of him.

“What are your safewords, Francesca?”

“Red to stop, yellow to pause.”

“And what color are you right now?”

“Green, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’ll tell me if that changes.”

Just like with Holden, it was an order and not a request. “Yes, Sir.”

“While I’m spanking you, I want you to think about how important honesty is in a relationship. Not just a romantic one, but friendships as well. You and Lottie have been friends for far too long for you to risk what you have together with a lie. Am I understood, little girl?”

He hadn’t even spanked her yet, and already tears were blurring her vision, clogging her throat. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to whisper.

And with that, she sealed her fate. The first swat landed, so heavy and sharp she gasped in response to the stinging pain.

Where Holden was usually more measured with his spankings, Braden’s hand fell hard and fast, without giving her time to recover between swats. It wasn’t long before the pain from the individual swats melded into one large surface burn that covered her entire bottom.

She wanted to take the spanking she knew she deserved like a good girl, to not fight or fuss, but all too soon the pain was more than she could bear in silence.

“Ow, ow, ow, Braden I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never lie again, Ipromise!”

If she’d thought her vow would win her any leniency, she was wrong. Instead, he simply shifted the focus of his swats to her upper thighs, and she fluttered her feet against the cushions at the fresh, overwhelming sting.

“Daddy, stop! That’s enough!”

To Frankie’s utter shock, Lottie’s outburst did actually pause the spanking. But not for the reason either of them might have hoped.

“Charlotte, we talked about this beforehand. You can remain in the room as long as you do not interfere. One more word from you and not only will I have Holden remove you from the room, you will be writing me lines about the importance of not interfering with a scene.”

“But Daddy, she?—”

Braden sighed. “Holden, do you have somewhere Charlotte can sit and write while we finish up here? One hundred lines, ‘I will not interfere with any scene or discipline I am given the privilege of witnessing’.”

“No!” Frankie tried to roll off Braden’s lap, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place with the immovable force of a steel band. “That’s not fair!”

“It’s entirely fair, Francesca. I warned Charlotte of the consequences when we discussed the possibility of me punishing you. She chose to break the rules we put in place anyway, so now she is facing the consequences.”

Lifting her head, Frankie sent Lottie a pleading look. “I’m fine, Lottie, really. You don’t have to get yourself in more trouble for me.”

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