Page 79 of Tinley's Daddy
She swallowed. I laid her head back on my shoulder. “But if you feel you need a spanking for another reason, you can ask for one. I would be happy to help all those yucky feelings go away.”
“What other reason?”
“Some littles need spankings for a release. It gives them a reason to let go and then all the yucky feelings go away with it.” I patted her hip. She sat back up. “But you do have to ask for the spanking. You understand?”
She nodded.
“I need your words, Tinley.” The command calmed her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir?”
She shrugged. “Seemed appropriate.”
I leaned in and kissed her sweet lips. She leaned into it. I pulled back.
“Why don’t you get your PJs, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed.” I guided her off my lap and stood. “Then we will have a chat and get on with your spanking. But I want to give you some time to think about it and then I will meet you back here. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I grabbed her pajamas and handed them to her. I turned on the light in the bathroom and held the door open for her. She walked past me and stared up with those big brown eyes. My chest tightened.
I closed the door and stood for a minute. I didn’t want to be too far away from her. “Tinley, you okay?”
“Yes, Josh.” She giggled. “I’m good.”
It was such an important step for Tinley. For us. I had to make it perfect, and I had to be prepared. It had been a long time since I spanked a little.
I sighed and headed toward the kitchen. I grabbed some water from the refrigerator and found some frozen peanut butter cups in the freezer. I chopped a few pieces in a bowl and carried them back to the bedroom. I set them on the nightstand. Tinley came out of the bathroom. Her pajamas had little yellow flowers all over them. She had taken down her hair, brushed it, and put it in loose French braids. She had her clothes in her hands; she set them on the dresser and walked over to the bed. She moved around the room while keeping one eye on me like I was going to pounce on her.
“I’m going to get ready for bed, too.” I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and stepped into the bathroom to change. I wanted to give her enough time to think about it. The last thing I wanted to do was trigger her in any way, but I felt her uneasiness. It gave me hope. We were connected. I felt my littlegirl’s pain, hurt, sorrow. And I felt her joy and happiness, too. In the way she looked at me and the way she smiled and giggled. She wasn’t going to let what happened to her steal her joy and I was so proud of her for not letting what happened to her define her. I selfishly felt needed and for a Daddy, that was the best feeling in the world.
I washed my face and used the bathroom.
When I came back out, Tinley sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her chin resting in her hands. She was deep in thought. She looked so little. She jumped when I closed the door behind me and scrambled off the bed. I took her seat, and she stood between my legs.
“J-Joshie.” She swallowed and fiddled with her hands. “Joshie, will you please spank me?”
The sincerity broke my heart. I kissed her forehead and pulled her in for a hug.
“Why do you need a spanking?”
“Because Rayna’s getting a spanking?” I could hear her mind racing.
“Well, I don’t think I can give you a spanking because your friend’s getting a spanking.” I pulled her back onto my lap. “I don’t think it works like that.”
“I don’t know why. I just think I need it.” She played with the sleeve of my T-shirt. “I think it will make me feel better.”
“What are you feeling?”
“Sad.” She pouted. “And mad at myself.”
“Oh, Tinley.” I held her tightly. “Why are you mad at yourself?”
“I don’t know.” She lifted her head. “For being too scared to talk about what happened to me. Who knows how many people I might have been able to save if I had talked about it sooner.”
“Oh, sweetie.”
