Page 36 of A Daddy for Hanna
She hurried to his side before he made it to three. “Please not hard, Daddy.”
Locks of golden hair obscured her face as she tucked her chin down, staring at the floor with a trembling lower lip. He hated to cause her tears, but he suspected she’d been testing him by leaving the living room. To go soft on her now would be a mistake. He needed to be firm in his discipline, lest she try to get away with naughtier schemes in the future.
He guided her across his lap and rubbed her bottom over her dress. “Good baby girls don’t try to sneak cookies before dinner, and good baby girls most certainly do not stand on chairs. You could have fallen and hurt yourself.”
“But…”
He swatted her backside twice. “Quiet, Hanna. You know you were naughty, and you know you deserve this spanking, don’t you?”
A defeated sigh left her, and her shoulders slumped. “Yes, Daddy.”
Ben decided he’d scolded her enough, so he set into her bottom, spanking her with hard swats over her dress. As he spanked, he peeled back the layers of her skirt, slapping her backside a few times before lifting another layer and giving her more punishment. Redness showed through the last layer of the white fabric, and he flipped it up to reveal her panty-clad bottom.
“Such a naughty baby girl.” He yanked her panties down to her knees.
“Please, Daddy,” she said, squirming. “Please, that’s enough spanking.”
“I decide when you have enough.” With that, he laid into her reddened butt with rapid smacks. She kicked her feet and reached back to cup her bottom. Clucking his tongue, Ben gathered her wrists in one hand and secured them at her lower back.
Sobs broke through as her struggles ceased. Her shoulders heaved and her legs stopped kicking. Ben placed a dozen blows to her lower bottom to drive the lesson home before stopping to caress her glowing mounds. A string of apologies flew out of her mouth as she cried, and he lifted her and turned her to sit in his lap, the urge to comfort his baby girl overwhelming. Her panties had fallen to the floor, and her heated bare bottom rested on his thighs.
“It’s all right now, baby girl,” he soothed. “Your spanking is over, and all is forgiven, all right?”
She sniffled and nodded. “All right. Sorry again, Daddy.”
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “I know you are. Now, come on. It’s bath time.”
Ben led her to the master bathroom. He wiped the last of her tears away with a tissue and dabbed her nose. Adoration shone in her eyes as she gazed up at him, and he gave her another hug before tugging her dress over her head.
CHAPTER21
Hanna rubbedher sore bottom as Daddy tested the bathwater.
She never should have left the living room, but she’d been on her way to ask Daddy if she could have just one little cookie before dinner when she’d decided to sneak one instead. She’d thought she would have enough time before he came back.
Of course, the thrill of possibly getting caught had played a part in her naughtiness too.
She cupped her burning backside and winced.
Getting caught hurt.
“Do you have to go potty, baby girl?” he asked.
Though he’d taken her to the bathroom a few times today, and a part of her liked being taken care of that way, it still embarrassed her thoroughly. She covered her face and nodded. Daddy picked her up and sat her on the toilet, and she kept her face hidden as she peed.
“Next time we do a baby girl day, Hanna, I’m going to put you in diapers.”
She uncovered her face and stared at him in shock. Her pulse accelerated and her insides fluttered, and her face grew so hot that her ears and neck burned too.
“I have never seen you blush so hard, Hanna.” He lifted her off the potty and cleaned her, then helped her into the bathtub.
Hanna sank down in the bubbles, gasping as her tender backside hit the warm water. She was grateful to be able to hide underneath the soapy water and tried not to think about the shame she would endure during the next baby girl day, though thinking about it caused heat to surge between her legs.
All the muscles in her body relaxed as Daddy scrubbed her gently with a washcloth. She sat up in the water when he instructed and lifted her arms and even gave him her feet to scrub. He was very thorough and methodical as he washed her all over.
“All right, baby girl, stand up so Daddy can clean your bottom now.”
“My bottom is clean. I’ve been sitting in hot soapy water.” She was still reeling from his promise to put her in diapers, and now he intended to shame her further. It probably wasn’t smart to argue, but she couldn’t help it. “Please, Daddy, I’d just like to get out of the tub.”
