“I love you, too, honey. Now, let me make a suggestion.”
 
 “What?”
 
 “How about if you let Daddy take you over my knees and spank you? I meant to wait a few more weeks until your arm was healed and you could understand spanking better, but I think you will benefit from a spanking today. This is not a punishment for doing something wrong. This would be what I call a maintenance spanking that will help you purge all the icky feelings you’ve got bottled up inside.”
 
 She frowns. “I don’t get it.”
 
 “You will. You have to experience it to understand.”
 
 “Simone said something like that, but it seems crazy to me.”
 
 “Will you try it?”
 
 “So, I’m not in trouble?”
 
 “Not at all. I’m going to spank you to help you feel better. You might cry. That’s common.”
 
 “What if I don’t like it?”
 
 “Then Daddy will stop, and we won’t do it again. Some Little girls don’t like to be spanked. But most do.”
 
 “Okay. I’ll try.”
 
 Twenty-Nine
 
 June
 
 * * *
 
 I can’t believe I just agreed to let Daddy spank me. I’m tight all over from the stress of the day, or maybe my anxiety goes much further back than that. Two weeks. Three years. Six years. Most of my life
 
 It suddenly seems like I have a lot of nervousness to purge, and I kind of hope Daddy is right. If a spanking will help me, I’ll give it a try.
 
 I’m shocked when he lifts my dress over my head before pulling my panties down. “Daddy…” I shiver, totally naked and exposed in front of him.
 
 “I will always spank your bare bottom, Little one, but today, I want you completely naked. It will help you feel vulnerable and submissive.”
 
 “Now I’m aroused,” I tell him.
 
 “That’s normal, too, honey. And for the record, I’m horny, too. You’re so damn sexy it’s hard to keep my cock from revolting every time I remove your clothes. Are you ready?”
 
 “I guess.”
 
 Daddy guides me to one side of his lap, scooting forward so the arms of the chair aren’t in the way. He lifts me and settles me across his thighs, spreading them so I’m more supported.
 
 I instinctively squeeze my legs together at the thought of him spanking me. My pussy is throbbing.
 
 Daddy rubs my bottom. “Spread your knees, Little one. You may not clench them while I spank you.”
 
 I whimper as I do as I’m told.
 
 “Wider, naughty girl.”
 
 Now I’m panting. My reactions are similar to what happens when he orders me to stand in the corner. I love the dominance in his voice. My entire body submits when he speaks to me with so much command.
 
 “Good girl,” he praises. “Do you know what a safeword is, June?”
 
 “Yeah, Simone told me. Red means stop, and I won’t be in any trouble. You won’t be mad.”