Page 34 of Guiding Little Gabi

“Legs wider apart, Gabi, and arch your back. I want to see that pretty pussy while I work to get things ready.”

Wonderful.

With her face aflame, she spread her feet wider and lowered herself, arching her back in the process. The cool air on her pussy left her feeling vulnerable and exposed. It also made her wet. Great. Now she was simply wet all over. And yet somehow knowing her Daddy could see her naked and on display pebbled her nipples.

Wait, what was she supposed to be thinking about?

Hearing his footsteps without knowing where he was or what he was doing had all the butterflies in her tummy doing the Cupid Shuffle. The sound of a drawer opening and then the light spilling out from the closet told her he’d gone to change his clothes. The next sound she heard was the door to the implement armoire opening and closing. Her bottom clenched at the memory of what she’d seen inside when she’d peeked. Nothing good for her bottom, that was for sure.

Another door opened and closed. Was that the refrigerator? What could he possibly need from there? Maybe he’d gotten her some chocolate-covered strawberries.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Hecouldhave, Beetlebrenda! Probably. Maybe? Those butterflies in her tummy gave up dancing and started to box, using her insides as their punching bag.

“Come here, Gabi.”

Yikes. The stern tone of her Daddy’s voice had her moving to the couch, which she was starting to see as her nemesis. She stopped in front of where he sat. She’d never seen that expression on his face before. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she tried to figure out what to do with her hands, eventually settling on clasping them behind her back. She didn’teven attempt to wipe away her tears because what was the point? She would be making plenty more soon.

Her Daddy wasn’t smiling. It was twisting her tummy into a pretzel. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I understand why you don’t want to be my Daddy anymore. I wouldn’t want to be my Daddy either.”

If anything, his frown deepened. “Why would I be punishing you right now if I was going to leave? I only punish little girls I care about. I know people have walked away from you in the past, but you’ve got to start living in the now, babygirl. You were a wonderful, beautiful person inside and out back then, and you are now. The problems you had in school weren’t because of you. They were because kids can be mean. It was a them problem, not a you problem.”

“But, Daddy, I–”

“Do you get to interrupt Daddy, Gabrielle Rayne?”

Her heart squeezed. “No, Daddy.”

“No. That’s ten extras. Trust me when I say you really don’t want to add any more.”

Not trusting herself to speak, she shook her head. Her nerves made her rake her lip with her teeth.

Raleigh softly tugged her lip free with his thumb. “I like that lip too much for you to chew it off.”

She tried her hardest to smile, but her throat felt so tight that she could hardly breathe.

“We are going to have a much longer talk at some point, but what you need to know right now is I want to be your Daddy while we’re here and well after we leave. The only way you’re getting rid of me is to ask me to go. Do you believe me?”

It was difficult to talk while she focused on simply breathing, so she opted for a nod.

“I’m glad that’s settled. Now, turn around, put your hands flat on the coffee table, and spread your legs wide again.”

That she could do. She spun around and placed her hands on the cool, smooth wood of the table. It wasn’t much different from her position in the corner, but being this close to her Daddy changed everything.

Her pussy clenched and an unwelcome pulse took residence in her clit. It strengthened with every sound from behind her. The scrape of her large wooden hairbrush against the table was to be expected. He’d evidently gotten it from the bathroom counter. It was one of the implements she already knew she would hate from the books she’d read.

The crinkling of plastic behind her had her bouncing on her toes. What was that? She’d almost convinced herself that this spanking, no matter how hard it was, would make her feel better. Now, exposed and vulnerable, all she wanted was to turn back around, plead for forgiveness, and promise whatever it took to change her Daddy’s mind.

“You know, life is funny sometimes,” Raleigh said. “I attended just one class today, but they covered exactly what I needed. Pure kismet.”

Uh oh. “If you say so, Daddy.” That didn’t sound like a good thing.

He popped the top off something. “I do say so. Just in time for me to help teach my naughty girl a lesson about how lying can get her in the hot seat.” Placing a hand on the small of her back, he added, “Tell me, teacup, have you ever read about figging in one of your books?”

The air whooshed out of her lungs. How was it that he seemed to know an awful lot about the contents of her favorite genre of reading material? It didn’t matter because his question left her speechless.

Sliding his hand up her spine, he pressed between her shoulders. “Elbows on the table, naughty girl.”

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