Page 36 of Motivating Mira
“Over the panties for ten, and then ten more on your fiery bare bottom.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice shook a little with her reply and I practically felt her frisson of dread mixed with excitement in my own body.
“And, girlie?”
She looked at me.
“Your next decision will be sexual.”
She sucked in her bottom lip. And I gave her a wicked smile.
She lurched with the first swat, grabbing her bottom with both hands.
“Hands, Mira,” I warned. “They’ll get hit if you don’t control them and the paddle wasn’t made for hands; it was made for your bottom.”
She moved them quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Her legs went up with the next crack that echoed in the large room. The paddle touched the edges of her panties, leaving a small strip of red.
“Here’s another decision for you. Faster or slower? One hurts more, with no room to recover, but it’ll be over withsooner. The other gives you time to recover but drags it out.”
“I don’t know,” she said sounding tormented by having to make another decision so soon.
“Okay, I’m going to choose then.” I swatted her hard three times fast and she squealed, kicking her legs frantically.
“Slow!” she blurted on a gasp, covering her bottom with two flattened palms before I could swing again.
“Okay. Slow it is. But I’m no longer counting those swats since you put your hands in danger again. Now move them.”
“No, Daddy, please.” She pulled her hands away, this time tucking them under her chest. “I won’t do it again.”
“You have to be disciplined for disobeying, so we can count the swats, but the rest go on your bare bottom, or they don’t count, and we continue as-is over your panties.”
“God!” She yelled. “Why does everything have to be about decisions!” Her tone told me she was frustrated.
“Because I think it’s something you need to learn to do. And once you do, I’ll gladly make all the decisions when we’re together, knowing you’ll be able to when I’m not around.”
I swatted her thigh with the paddle, and she squealed again, louder since it hurt so much more there. “That was for the way you talked to me. You’re welcome to tell me how you feel but you need to be respectful about it. I don’t yell at you, Mira. And I expect the same curtesy.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Good, now which is it? Do they count but panties are coming off, or do they not count and I continue with number three?”
“They don’t count,” she mumbled.
“Look how fast you made that decision. You should be proud. I know I’m impressed with you.”
Her reply was some sort of grumble, but I ignore it.
“Okay, prepare and keep those hands tucked where they are.”
She tensed and I let the paddle land eight times in quick succession. When I set the paddle down to sooth her sore bottom with a rub, she was out of breath and whimpering.
“Such a good girl,” I crooned, circling her panty-clad bottom with my palm. As soon as her breathing regulated, I bared her bottom, tugging her panties slowly down until they sat at her knees, and then continued to rub the hot skin. “Just ten more, girlie.”
I tempered my swats this time, knowing just how much the rubber stung, but I gave her all ten without a break. She was sobbing and her panties were all the way across the floor by the final swat.
“Come here, baby.” I held my arms open, and she flew into them. I held her, rocking us both and rubbing her tender rear until her sobs subsided.
