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“Damn straight, I will. And don’t you ever doubt it again, little girl.”

Tears streamed down her face. “I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”

“Good. Now let’s get this out of your bottom.”

Thank the lord! “And then we can c-cuddle!”

Once again, her question ended in a shriek when he removed the ginger plug, even though it didn’t truly hurt. Now, she could finally experience sweet relief from the burning.

“Not until we’re done.”

Oh no. She did her best to hold in her sob. “We aren’t done?”

“Not even close, naughty girl. But don’t worry. I will make sure your bottom burns just as much on the outside to make it even. Now, mind Daddy.”

She pushed her chest off the table and stood. Even though the plug was gone, it still felt like the base of the plug pushed against her butt cheeks. It felt weird. Unfortunately, standing didn’t ease the burn. But the worst was over, so that was good.

Her confidence that the worst was over faded when her Daddy picked up the hairbrush and led her to one of the straight-backed chairs from the kitchenette.

He sat down and patted his left thigh. “All right, naughty girl. Over you go.”

She stared down at his lap and swallowed hard. Bending over his lap wasn’t any easier this time than it had been the night before. But there was no avoiding it. She’d earned every swat he planned to give her. Placing her hand in the one he offered her, she allowed him to guide her over his lap.

CHAPTER 11

She settled with her hips over his left thigh. Having read enough Daddy books to know what was coming, she hated over one-thigh spankings already. That meant he thought she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from kicking and squirming. Sure enough, after tilting her forward so her hands could reach the floor, he clamped his right leg over hers.

Whatever it was inside her that craved his discipline, she no longer worried about it. It was the way she was wired. That didn’t mean she enjoyed it when it was happening. Sniffling, she fixed her gaze on the floor again. She was beginning to hate wood.

“This is not a good girl spanking. It is going to be hard, and I’m going to spank you until I think you’ve learned this lesson. I evidently didn’t do a good enough job the last time. What did I tell you would happen if I had to spank you for the same thing twice in a row?”

She so didn’t want to answer, but since they’d just had that conversation last night, she was pretty sure he wouldn’t believe she’d already forgotten. “I get swats with my hairbrush. But I’m already sorry, Daddy. Really sorry.”

“I know you think that, babygirl. But by the time I’m done, you’ll have a whole ‘nother definition of that word. Do you need me to hold your hands?”

She shook her head. She wouldn’t reach back, but she needed to know she could if she wanted to. Not that reaching back had ever stopped him from when he’d swatted her before. “All right. I’ll start with my hand, and then it’s twenty with the hairbrush.”

Twenty! She’d never survive twenty licks with the brush. If he’d ever actually read one of her books, he’d know how much every poor Little hated its stinginess. Give her a thick paddle any day. Well, okay, she hadn’t liked that paddle yesterday, but she was pretty sure it had to be better than the hairbrush.

Holding the brush out to her, he said, “I want you to put this on the floor between your hands.” When she’d done as she was told, he added, “That’s a good girl. Are you ready?”

No. Absolutely not.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

He caressed her bottom and the tops of her thighs. Even with them pressed together, she had no doubt he could see how wet her pussy was. “Who is your forever Daddy, babygirl?”

Her breath hitched, but she answered. “Y-you are, Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

She couldn’t help tightening her bottom when he lifted his hand, but his first smack wasn’t very hard. He kept swatting her bottom, making a figure eight pattern of handprints. She knew because she’d seen it when she checked out her bottom in the mirror the night before.

She relaxed her bottom, even as the heat of her backside increased. She did her best to hold still, knowing it was only going to get worse. Every time she clenched, her bottom hole still burned. That only made holding still more difficult.

Gradually, his spanks increased in strength and speed. He no longer used a set pattern. How was it that her butt was on fire, but inside she felt better?

A sharp smack to the middle of her cheeks made her jump. “Oh!” She brought her legs up, at least as high as she could with his leg holding them in place. He spanked her three more times in the same place before she could get out. “That hurts, Daddy.”

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