Page 58 of Protecting Little Phoebe

“How are you doing, little one?” he asked.

“I’m o-okay, Daddy.”

“I hate making you cry. But sometimes I think you need this, don’t you? An excuse to let go and cry.”

Well, she didn’t think she wanted to admit to that, but yes. She supposed she did.

He moved and then something cool was laid over her bottom.

“Time for the paddle. Just five since it’s your first time.”

Five? That sounded awful. When the first one landed, she screeched and he paused.

“Shh, little girl. We don’t want our neighbors calling the police.”

Well, she’d like to see him take a paddling without crying out. Another smack of the paddle, but thankfully, she muffled her cry this time. But wow! That hurt! It burned and stung, and she wasn’t sure how she could take any more.

Number three landed and she sobbed. She was a mess by now, she couldn’t even see because her eyes were blurry with tears. The paddle landed twice more, and she was done.

Barren helped her up, then carried her to the bed. He lay on his back with her sprawled on top of his chest. Then he rubbed her back until she calmed down before reaching over to grab some tissues so he could wipe her face.

“How are you doing?” he asked as he arranged them on their sides, facing each other. He brushed the hair off her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“My butt hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

“That sucks, Daddy.”

“I know. But I want you to remember this the next time you think about disobeying Daddy, all right? You could have waited until Daddy returned and asked him if you could go pat the puppy. Then I could have taken you.”

She sighed long and loud. “I’m not sure now is the time for Daddy-logic. I’m wallowing. I have a sore bottom. I just want cuddles and chocolate.”

He laughed. “I can do the cuddles but not the chocolate.”

“There should always be chocolate after a spanking!”

“I’m sorry. No chocolate. But what about a kiss?”

“Hmm. Let me think about that.”

He tickled her until she squealed.

“Okay, okay, I want a kiss!” she cried.

Barren cupped the side of her face and kissed her. It started off light and teasing, then became more heated.

Hot and heavy.

She squirmed on the bed, her need for him growing. He’d teased her. Kissed her. Touched her. But they hadn’t gone any further and it was starting to kill her.

“What about orgasms?” she whispered. “Are they allowed after a punishment?”

“No. Not usually.”

“That’s so sad.”

“My poor baby. Do you need to come?” he asked.

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