Page 20 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Bad.

The answer was really, really bad. Eddies’ hand was hard and he was lighting into her backside with a vengeance. He started off strong, and he wasn’t holding back.

“Owiiiee!” she cried, surprised from the pain of it all. Eddie had been right; this went far beyond sex and a couple smacks on the ass. She’d known that in theory it would, but she’d definitely romanticized the reality.

“It’s supposed to hurt. Stay still or I’ll add extra,” Eddie grunted.

“You don’t need to!” Tizzy wailed, well aware that she was being overdramatic. “I already learned my lesson!”

“Oh yeah? And what lesson would that be?”

“Ummm, ummm… uh…” Teresa stalled, her mind going blank. Dammit, why couldn’t she remember what he was spanking her for? He’d been her Daddy for all of five minutes; how many options were there, really?

“Yeah,” Eddie intoned sarcastically, not pausing his barrage of smacks across her bottom, “totally seems to have sunk in.”

“Well, how am I supposed to think when you are spanking so hard?” she cried.

“You know, I’ve never been a Daddy, but I am an experienced Dom who has meted out plenty of much harder spankings across many naughty bottoms, and they all manage to think just fine.” Eddie sighed. “But, it has been a while since the original offense occurred and you are my first Little, so let’s see if we can’t refresh your memory.”

She thought that sounded promising and dared to hope for a moment to catch her breath, but Eddie tipped his legs up, giving him a better aim and started smacking even harder than before on the tender strip of skin between her bottom and thighs that she knew from her reading was called a sit spot.

“Teresa Lynn, you agreed to a long, hard bare-bottom spanking for breaking into my house back in April while I was out of town.”

Right the break in. She tried to muster up an appropriate amount of remorse, but her brain had short-circuited atbare bottom.She still had her panties on and couldn’t imagine how bad it would hurt when she didn’t.

“Breaking and entering is against the law, and Daddies don’t like when their Little girls act like naughty little lawbreakers.”

“Yes, Eddie,” she gasped between smacks. She really was trying to be present and listen to Eddie and learn the lesson he was dead set on imparting, but she could already feel her brain doing the Tizzy thing it did. The one that had earned her the nickname in the first place.

Eddie had said bare bottom; he’d said it more than once, and yet her panties were still on, and he was spanking hard enough as it was. She didn’t want it to get worse; honestly couldn’t imagine it could, but she also knew she’d feel guilty as hell if he didn’t, and think it was her fault for being such an uncooperative wimp. Also, if he didn’t, she wasn’t sure she would be able to respect him. She’d had enough experience with fake Daddies who said all the right things but sucked at follow-through. Daddies were supposed to do what they said. Eddie, if he was the experienced Dom he claimed to be, would know that, wouldn’t he?

Her question was answered when his fingers snuck into the waistband of her panties. “Daddy promised you a bare-bottom spanking,” he said in warning, “so these are going to come off.”

Once again it was as if he’d read her mind, and she knew she should be relieved, both about the follow-through, and the way Eddie seemed to justknowher, but relief wasn’t in her nature, and as Eddie drew a deep breath and lifted his arm, poised above her already aching backside, her brain went to an entirely different line of panic.

What if it hurt too much, and she couldn’t take it, and Eddie was disgusted by what a wuss she was? What if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble? What if she cried and got snot all over his slacks and made a fool of herself? Being spanked to tears was kind of the goal, and in books it was always made to seem like a good thing, but reality and the stuff she’d read were two very different things.

She took a breath, braced herself and tried to calm down, attempting to replace the lies taking up space in her brain with truths, but they were just too loud. Her chest was tight, and she couldn’t breathe, and she wouldn’t be able to take a spanking like a good girl, if she couldn’t catch her breath, and, and… and…

“Apple!” she cried before she could stop herself, and promptly burst into tears.

Fuck. So much for not making a fool of herself.

As if the word was a deactivation button with magical powers, Eddie immediately lowered his hand, dropped his hold on her wrists, and freed her legs from between his. He took her hands and pulled her into his lap where she could do nothing but sob into his chest.

Eddie didn’t say a word, just held her tight, stroked her hair and rubbed her back while she sobbed loudly into his chest, soaking his shirt with a combination of tears and snot.

Finally, the tears stopped flowing and the tightness in her chest seemed to ease. Pushing out a deep breath, she disentangled herself from Eddie’s hold and pushed herself off his lap, standing on shaky legs. She grabbed her panties and pulled them up, scanning the room for her discarded clothes. She found her tunic, grabbed it up, and had it halfway over her head when Eddie’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

Oh.His voice had that Daddy edge to it, stopping her in her tracks. She turned to look at him, but her head was still covered in bunched-up fabric. Pulling it down to shove her head through the neck hole, she met his gaze. “I… said my safeword,” she stuttered, not sure how to answer. She’d thought it pretty obvious what she was doing, and Eddie was a smart man. He had like a gazillion years of education, for god’s sake.

“You did say your safeword,” Eddie acknowledged, “and I stopped what I was doing and was holding you waiting for you to be calm enough that we could talk about why you’d said it, but getting dressed is not on the agenda, little girl.”

Tizzy’s wide eyes telegraphed her confusion. “B-but I said my safeword! I failed!”

This time it was Eddie’s brows that crinkled. “Failed at what… exactly?”

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