Page 44 of Protecting Little Phoebe

“It was barely a warm-up.”

“It was a spanking!”

“It was not a spanking,” he countered. “I only stopped so I could check in with you. This is your first spanking with a Daddy Dom, and I wanted to make sure that you didn’t need to stop.”

“I do need to stop!”

“So you’re in too much pain to continue? You feel that being spanked isn’t a punishment you would like?” he asked.

“Oh.”

He waited for a moment while she thought about it. “I guess I’m not in that much pain, and I don’t want to rule out spankings.”

“They’re not a hard limit?”

“No, Daddy. At least, not at the moment. After my spanking I might change my mind.”

“What do you say if you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Red,” she said.

“Good girl. If it becomes too much, too painful, too overwhelming I expect you to say red. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He started to spank her again before she could begin to worry. He spanked until her bottom went from pink to red and she started sobbing. Then he stopped so he could rub her lower back soothingly as she cried.

Carefully, he lifted her up so she was straddling him on the chair. He hadn’t spanked her too hard or long, not wanting to scare her or push her too much. But it had been a decent spanking, and she needed some tender care. Pulling her close, he rubbed her back as she sobbed against his chest.

“That’s it, little girl. Just let go. I have you. Daddy has you and he’s not going to let you go.”

CHAPTER 11

It was like he knew every word to say. Every word that would wrap itself around her heart and hold her warmly. Her bottom throbbed as she sat there on his lap, but that wasn’t really the reason she was crying. She wasn’t sure what it was. More like she… she was just letting go of a whole lot of emotion.

“Hey, are you all right? Are you in a lot of pain?” There was a worried note to his voice, and she knew that she had to get herself together and put his fears at ease.

Sitting back slightly, she wiped at her face with her arm.

“Wait a minute. Let me grab some tissues.” He reached over and grabbed some tissues that were sitting on a small table next to the chair.

That seemed like a strategic placement. She wondered how many Littles had been spanked in his chair.

Probably best not to know.

He leaned her back and then used the tissues to wipe her face. That was better, even if her nose was still stuffed up.

Then he grabbed some more tissues and held them to her nose. “Blow.”

Oh good. She blew her nose into the tissue, and he finished cleaning her up before throwing the tissue away. Then he clasped her face between his hands, watching her worriedly.

“What’s going on, Little girl?” he asked. “Was it too much? You should have safeworded.”

“No, no.” She shook her head. “That wasn’t it.”

“What is it, then?”

“I just… I just . . .”

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