Page 35 of Coulda

“Good girl.”

Immediately, his hand landed on her exposed curves. Amber covered her face as tears gathered in her eyes. She bit her lip trying to convince herself that this wasn’t working, but a sob broke through.

“Daddy’s proud of you, Ella.”

“Isn’t that enough?” she pleaded. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She didn’t want to look over her shoulder to see how red her skin was.

“Daddy’s in charge. We’ll both know when it’s time for your spanking to end.”

Rio’s wide hand scattered swats over her bottom and that sensitive area at the top of her legs. Only able to concentrate on the sting, Amber dropped her hands from her face and let the tears fall to the carpet. The world seemed to shrink around them. Nothing else mattered.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.

His hand paused and then rubbed her aching flesh. “Who’s in charge, Little girl?”

“Daddy.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

Rio scooped her up in his arms and cradled her body to his. Rocking her gently, he kissed her forehead before tucking her head on his shoulder.

“What are you worried about?” he probed.

“My poor bottom?” She attempted a joke and then searched her thoughts. Amber always had some concern in the back of her head, whether it had to do with work, her parents, or the upcoming move. Now her thoughts focused only on one thing—their relationship.

Her sore bottom was so worth it to put everything in perspective. She tangled her fingers in Rio’s T-shirt and tugged slightly. “I won’t need a spanking often. I’m not a brat,” she assured him.

“I agree. You are a very sweet Little girl who needs to learn she now has a safe place to be herself and let someone else take care of all the things that suck the joy out of life.”

“My Daddy?”

“Exactly. Your Daddy will handle everything if you’ll allow him to.”

Amber lifted her head and looked at that pad of paper on the table. This time, as she read it, her mind didn’t panic. They sounded very positive. “I like those guidelines.”

That earned her a kiss on the head and a hug. Wrapping an arm around her to hold her on his lap, Rio scooted back to the table. “Can I have another bite, Amberella?”

She looked at the dirty chopsticks on the floor and then over at the original utensil he’d scooted to the side. It wouldn’t be as fun as the chopsticks had been. “Can I use the fork?”

“Of course,” Rio answered, handing it to her.

As she scooped up a bite for him, Rio wrote the next few lines. When he turned his face toward her, she fed him a forkful of the mixture.

“Thank you. Now, you.”

She ate a bite. It wasn’t piping hot like before, but it was almost as good. Amber chewed happily before looking at what he had finished.

Punishments

Spanking

Corner time

Daddy’s choice

“Daddy’s choice?” she questioned.

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