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“Oh, please, Daddy!” she begged. “Not on my bare bottom!” She squirmed as he tugged at the waistband of her panties, but he soon had them pushed down to rest atop her shorts.
“Settle down, Hanna.”
She stilled, but her breathing had picked up. She pressed her thighs together and lay rigidly over his knee. He chuckled at the way she was trying to hide herself from him.
“No, no,” he said. “You don’t get to tense up like that. And you don’t get to keep your thighs together either. Relax your bottom and spread your legs a bit.”
To his surprise, she didn’t budge and remained tense and unwilling. He leaned down and pushed her shorts and panties all the way to the floor, yet she still didn’t move her thighs apart.
The naughty girl. She definitely needed a good spanking this morning, especially to get her in the right mindset to spend the day as his baby girl.
Ben repositioned her, forcing his knee between her legs and angling her bottom away from the bed, causing her thighs to fly open and her center to be on full display. She gasped, no doubt realizing that this position left her even more vulnerable.
“Daddy can see all of you now, Hanna. You can’t close your legs, and your backside is high up on my knee. Your cheeks are spread wide too. Daddy can see the pinkness between your pussy lips, and your bottom hole too. I must say I like this position. Maybe I’ll put you in this position for all your spankings.”
She whimpered and struggled, but with her legs still dangling above the floor there wasn’t much she could do. His strength overpowered hers, and he easily captured her hands at the small of her back and pinned them in place.
“Please don’t spank me, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl.”
Her movements caused her lower stomach to rub over his groin, and his cock throbbed with need. He pushed his desires down and refocused on the naughty girl over his lap.
“Daddy’s going to spank you now, Hanna, and I want you to be good and take your punishment. It’s going to be a hard spanking, and I’m not going to stop until your bottom is good and red.”
He brought his hand down before she could protest further.
CHAPTER17
Daddy coveredHanna’s backside with rapid swats, centering most of his attention on the lower curve of her cheeks. The pain of her spanking grew alongside her humiliation. She felt naughty and exposed with her thighs spread so wide. She flushed from head to toe when she recalled his earlier comment.
Daddy can see the pinkness between your pussy lips, and your bottom hole too.
“Please, Daddy! I’m sorry!” She couldn’t stop herself from pleading. The sting of his hand raged across her bottom and upper thighs, and the swift blows brought tears to her eyes, making her feel truly punished and repentant.
“Next time I say it’s time to wake up, are you going to yell and tell me to go away?” A smack accompanied each word he spoke, most of them to her poor thighs.
“No, I won’t. I promise!”
“Good. Your spanking is almost over, Hanna.”
She didn’t want to feel one more spank, but she didn’t dare argue. Daddy was in charge, and, if she were being honest, she wouldn’t have it any other way. For the first time in her life, she liked being under someone’s authority. She craved Daddy’s dominance, as strongly as she craved his love. Tears slid from her eyes, burning down her face.
She dreaded the call to Eli this afternoon, and she wondered if Daddy had forgotten about it. Worry after worry sped through her mind as pain engulfed her bottom, and she began to sob over his lap. She’d known her life would change drastically when she left her family home, but she’d had no idea it would be this drastic of a change.
“Let it all out,” Daddy said in a gentle voice. He landed one last swat to each of her cheeks before turning her over and sitting her upright on his lap.
Sorrow consumed Hanna. After Daddy’s scolding and the first few smacks to her bottom, remorse had settled over, but that emotion didn’t hold a candle to the intensity of her emotions now. She wept into his chest once he folded her into his loving embrace.
She wept for those she’d left behind. Stubborn Sarah, and Abram and Jacob too. Her little nieces and nephews. Her cousins who visited the farm to help out most days. She wept and wept and wept. Daddy didn’t seem to mind, and he held her tight in the circle of his strong arms, stroking her hair as he whispered comforting words into her ear.
“I know you have a lot on your mind, Hanna,” he said. “You tossed and turned all last night, and you talked in your sleep too. I know you’re scared to talk to Eli, and I know you don’t want to make any decisions yet about staying or leaving. So, I’m going to ask you to trust me. I have a plan and I think you’re going to like it. I don’t want you to become overwhelmed, so let me talk to Eli today. I’ll explain everything to you after I speak with him, okay?”
She considered his proposal. She liked the sound of it, but she felt a tad guilty for pushing her first contact with Eli back. It was just a day though. Surely Daddy would let her call Eli tomorrow if she wished. She exhaled in relief and drew back to peer into Daddy’s handsome visage. He reached for the tissues on the nightstand and brought one to her face. A little smile tugged at her lips as he dabbed her tears away and even instructed her to blow her nose.
“I’m so used to corresponding with Eli through letters that the thought of hearing his voice after all these years scares me a little,” she admitted. “And what if he insists that I leave, no matter what I want?”
The warmth of his lips on her forehead stilled the last of her racing thoughts. “I promise you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Eli has a good head on his shoulders, and I’m sure he’ll listen to you. Please don’t worry, Hanna.”
Another tear ran down her cheek, and he wiped it away and kissed her forehead again. She rested her head on his chest at his urging. She could cuddle with Daddy all day, every day. He hadn’t shaved in two or three days, and she purposely lifted her head to feel the scratchiness of his stubble on her cheek. Slowly, she reached up to trace his features, spending the most time on the lower half of his face.
