Page 15 of Guiding Little Gabi

“I didn’t think you’d be worried.”

Another lie. He hoped. Now he needed to find out if she was lying to him or to herself.

“Eyes to me, little one.” He waited until she looked up at him to continue. The fear… no, that wasn’t right. The bleakness he saw there damn near broke his heart. “I hope you don’t really believe that. We’ll be talking more about that later. Right now, we need to talk about yesterday. What did I say would happen the next time you lied about being a lawyer?”

She shrugged one shoulder and dropped her gaze. “I don’t ‘member.”

Therewas his babygirl.

“I’m not playing guessing games with you, naughty girl. What did I tell you?”

Shaking her head, she answered, “You said you’d spank me, but we both know that was an idle threat. You say stuff like that all the time, but you never do it. It’s just a game to you.”

Yep, he’d screwed this up about as much as it could be screwed. How was he supposed to convince her he saw being a Daddy was anything but a game?

His father always said the best time to plant a tree was a hundred years ago, but the second-best time to plant a tree was today. Seemed it was time for Raleigh to plant a tree.

“Stand up.” He let every ounce of his frustration show. “You think this is a game to me? Well then, babygirl, let’s play.”

With that, he grabbed her arm and yanked her over his knee. At first, she didn’t struggle, probably because he’d caught her by surprise. But the second his hand went to the bottom of her conveniently short skirt, she fought with all she had.

Tucking the arm closest to him to his hip, he clamped his free arm around her waist and held her other hand to her hip. She screeched when he tucked the bottom of her skirt into her waistband and shoved her white cotton panties down past her knees.

“You can’t do this!” she shouted. “You’re still just playing, and you’re still not my Daddy! Let me go!”

“Not in this lifetime. We’ll see if you think this is a game to either of us when I’m done. You told Master Derek you’d comply with his assigning you a Daddy for the rest of your stay, and he assigned that role to me. That makes me your Daddy as long as you are at the Ranch.”

She bucked so hard he covered her thighs with his leg. Once she realized there was no escape, she shouted, “You can’t do this!”

“Hide and watch, babygirl. You’ve been asking for this for years. All these protests make me think maybe you were the one playing a game.”

That silenced her until he brought his hand down for the first of many resounding slaps.

It cracked the air like a gunshot. Other than clenching her butt cheeks, Gabi went completely still. It allowed him to admire the bright pink handprint blooming across both of her peaches-and-cream cheeks. They were going to be strawberries and cream soon… minus the cream.

Determined to make that happen sooner rather than later, he rained smack after smack down on her squirming bottom. Let’s see how long it took her to realize this was no game.

“Ow! Oh! Owie!” Gabi tried everything she could to avoid each blow, to no avail. “Wait! Stop! Ow! You have to stop!”

“Oh no, I don’t, little girl.” He delivered three hard swats to the same spot before giving a matching three to the other cheek.“I’m not stopping until I believe you understand the danger of telling people you are someone you’re not!”

“Please! Oh! Oh! Ouch!” Gabi brought her feet up to cover her bottom, but his leg blocked her every attempt. Yet still she fought.

If her ass hurt half as much as his hand, she hid it well. She struggled to get free, but nothing she tried kept him from hitting his target. He could almost see the waves of heat rising from her glowing backside.

Soon enough, her struggles gave way to tears. Tears weren’t the same as conceding she’d been wrong. So he kept right on spanking until every inch of her bottom was bright red. By the time he was satisfied, her tears had become sobs.

As he spanked, he began to lecture. “You are a smart, capable young woman. If you want to be a lawyer, I’ll help you. But what you may not do is claim to be one when you are not. Do you understand?”

At his question, the fight in her disappeared. Her body relaxed, and she wailed. “I understand! I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry!”

He picked her up and sat her on his lap, rocking and hugging her as she cried it out. He hoped he’d never have to teach this particular lesson again. As her sobs slowed to hitched breaths, he brushed her hair back from her face. “Babygirl, you are perfect just as you are. You don’t need to be better in any way for people to like you. You are enough just like you are.”

“Th-thank y-you, D-d-daddy,” she said. “You spank really hard. Is that normal?”

“You’ve never actually been spanked before?” he asked, his breath in his throat as he waited for her response.

“Do you count those swats you’ve given me as spankings?” she asked.

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