Page 57 of Protecting Little Phoebe

“Um, no, it’s not.” She wasn’t so uncomfortable that she needed to use it.

“Then what should you be doing?” he asked.

Yikes. Turning back around, she reached back and parted her bottom cheeks. She could feel how red her face had grown as she spread them wide. How much could he see? Likely everything.

Phoebe wasn’t sure how long she stayed in that position. But she was growing tired when he told her that she could let go and straighten.

Then he helped her turn before crouching in front of her to remove her shoes and clothes from around her feet.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She wrapped herself around him once he stood. “I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.”

Barren kissed the top of her head. “I know you think I’m overbearing, but I just want to keep you safe.”

“I know. I just have a weakness for puppies and kitties and cute things. It’s an affliction, really.”

He snorted. “An affliction, huh? Sounds terrible.”

“Oh, it really is.”

“But it isn’t your love of cute things that resulted in you ending up in timeout or getting your bottom spanked, is it? It’s because you disobeyed Daddy.”

“I didn’t get my bottom spanked,” she pointed out.

“Oh, my baby. You thought the punishment was over? I’m afraid not.”

“Noo, Daddy,” she protested as he led her over to the chair and sat on it.

“Yes, little girl,” he countered as he drew her down so she lay over his lap.

“I don’t want a spanking,” she grumbled.

“Well, you’re getting one. I’m going to start with my hand and finish with the naughty-girl paddle.”

She tensed. “What naughty-girl paddle?”

He shuffled her on his lap so he could reach over to grab something that he must have placed on the bed. Then he held theitem in front of her face so she could see it. It looked far too big to her and was round and made of black leather. Along one side in pink stitching were the words, Naughty Girl.

That was just rude.

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

“At the shop at Rawhide Ranch.”

She hadn’t seen him buy that!

“That seems premeditated,” she muttered.

“A Daddy always has to think ahead,” he told her before moving the paddle away. “Paddling wasn’t on your hard limits, but you can always change that or use your safe word.”

Drat.

She could. But she was also kind of curious. “I’m okay, Daddy,” she told him as he rubbed her bottom.

“That’s my brave girl.”

The spanking started without warning, and even though she’d been expecting it, well, it was still kind of a shock. She started kicking her feet, trying to wriggle off his lap. But he held her tight, his hand delivering punishing blow after punishing blow.

Finally, her body gave in to the pain, letting it flow through her. She slumped on his lap, her bottom on fire, sobs escaping her mouth. Tears dripped down her cheeks as he stopped spanking her to rub her back.

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