Page 30 of Sawyer
She didn’t like feeling exposed. She didn’t! So, why was she getting wet? It was bad enough he could see her purple panties with the hot pink ladybugs on them. The last thing she needed was for him to see any evidence of how turned on she was.
He moved to sit on the front edge of the chair and run his finger under the elastic at the top of her panties. The shiver races up her body from her sex to her nipples, landing there, making them harden to tight points.
“From now on, you will remove your panties before a spanking. Daddies spank their girls’ naughty bottoms on the bare. Right now, I want you to spread your legs so I can see how much you are looking forward to your punishment.”
Mortified, she did as he said. The scent of her arousal was evident, along with the darker purple between her thighs. She was going to burst into flames at any second.
He pressed his nose right above her pussy and breathed in. “My little girl likes being held accountable.” Sliding back in his seat, he then said, “Now, tell Daddy again why you are being punished.”
Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it. Blinking fast to stave off her tears, she hung her head. “I didn’t mind you and put myself in danger, Daddy. Then I ran from you and hid. So, now I’m being punished.”
“Yes, you are. And how are you being punished, naughty girl?”
“You… you’re going to spank me, Daddy.”
“I am. But two broken rules require two kinds of spanking. But we’ll get to that. I take my responsibilities as your Daddy veryseriously. When you went to the door, did you see the second motorcycle go by?”
This was getting worse and worse. Lip trembling, she answered. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
"And did it occur to you that the second rider might have had a gun, too? He would have had the perfect shot because you were standing right in the doorway.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. She’d been worried about the windows just now, and yet she’d put herself in an even worse position while the danger was still present. No wonder her Daddy was mad at her.
She could have gotten him hurt, too. He’d been focused on her instead of the bad guys. Tears stung her eyes. The guilt was suffocating.
She stood in silence as he watched her. He must have been satisfied with what he saw, because he gave a nod and patted his thigh. “Over my lap, babygirl.”
Her heart stuttered. She wasn’t afraid of him, but that didn’t mean this wasn’t going to hurt. Not wanting to make things any worse, she did as he said.
She placed her chest on his thighs, but he slid her further forward. So far forward she was afraid her nose would hit the floor. In this position, her bottom was centered on his thighs, and her feet stuck out straight.
“Hold on to my ankle or the chair legs, little girl. I don’t want you reaching back, especially when we get to the second part of your punishment.”
She liked holding onto his ankle. It connected her to him. The fabric of her skirt tickled her back until he caught it between his knees. “I don’t want that getting in the way either. You are going to be doing plenty of squirming by the time we’re done.”
She closed her eyes, wishing she’d stayed on the floor like he’d told her to.
He rubbed his hand over her bottom and the backs of her thighs. “It is all right for you to kick your legs, but do not bring them up to your bottom. If you do, I will take away that option by trapping them between my legs. I will not give you another warning. Do you understand?”
This was so bad. She wanted it to be done. “Yes, Daddy. Can we start now?”
She must have surprised him because he gave a bark of laughter. “Are you so eager to get your butt roasted, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy. I just want it to be over.”
“Then by all means, let’s get this over with.”
Thank goodness. Her shoulder relaxed as she sank into the relief of ‘once begun, half done.’ Grateful, she remained relaxed until she heard a sharp slap. She had a millisecond to wonder what it was before a wildfire of pain scorched across her right cheek. “Thank you, Dad—ow!”
She clenched her bottom cheeks and ground her hips into his thighs. Before she could say anything more, another sharp crack echoed through the room. Another blaze of fire covered her left cheek.
“Oh! Daddy, I…”
He interrupted. “Relax your bottom, naughty girl. You are not going to want your bottom to be any sorer tomorrow than it’s already going to be.”
Tomorrow could wait. Right now, all her focus was on the next six hard smacks landing on her bottom. She gripped his ankle as tightly as she could, determined not to disobey him again.
Spanks rained down on her bottom no matter how much she wiggled and shifted to avoid his heavy hand. Her legs would not keep still.
