Page 42 of Daddy's Arms

“No, Olivia. Answer me. Do you understand that I will never cause you permanent harm, as much as your punishment is going to hurt?”

Her throat was so tight, it took everything she had to force out the words. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Over my knee, little one. Time for the first part of your punishment.”

Almost in a trance, she stepped forward and placed herself over his left knee, the brush still clutched in her hands. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it as he positioned her for her spanking.

James’s heavy hand rested on her bare bottom. “Let’s get this bottom nice and warm, so it can take a proper paddling.”

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, then popped them back open with a squeal when his hand connected with her bottom. Her Daddy wasn’t holding back—he spanked hard and fast, covering every square inch of her bottom with stinging swats.

Almost immediately, she began to fight against his hold. “Ow! Daddy, it hurts!”

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember this the next time you want to ignore my rules.”

“I didn’t! Ow, Daddy, please!”

She was too relieved when the spanking stopped to consider how much trouble she’d just landed herself in.

“Excuse me, little girl?” Ice coated his tone, and her stomach. “You didn’t ignore Daddy’s rule about only having one drink when you got completely wasted last night?”

Oh, shit.Mind racing, she tried to backpedal. “I just meant I didn’tintentionallyignore your rules!”

James shifted her forward over his knee, and she barely had time to find her balance before he attacked the tops of her thighs with rapid, burning spanks.

“Daddy! Stop, stop, stop! Ow!”

“It does not matter if you set out to break the rules. You could have ordered a different drink, or you could have drunk less of the one you ordered.” Somehow the swats managed to come even harder, faster, as unforgiving as the displeasure in his voice. “But you thought you found a loophole and you exploited it, even though you knew better.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry!” The words spilled out of her in a rush of air, followed by a high-pitched wail.

But the relentless assault on her poor bottom and thighs didn’t even slow. James continued to spank, up and down, side to side, until her entire bottom and her thighs throbbed.

When he stopped again, she sagged over his leg, relieved for the break and the chance to catch her breath.

But the relief was short-lived.

“Hand me your hairbrush.”

“Daddy, please, I learned my lesson! I won’t ever do it again!”

The hand that had so thoroughly punished her rested heavily on her heated skin. “What won’t you do again?”

“Drink! I’ll never drink again!”

She felt his sigh as much as heard it, and she could picture him shaking his head without even looking at him. “You think that’s what this is about?”

“Yes,” she said with a sniffle. “No. I don’t know.”

“Why are you getting a spanking, Olivia?”

Whimpering, she reached back to rub her bottom, but her hand was quickly caught in his and pinned to her lower back. “Because I didn’t listen.”

“So, this doesn’t really have anything to do with drinking, does it?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

“Then what lesson are you supposed to be learning?”

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