Page 27 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Okay, Daddy,” she said and then shocked them both when a giggle burst free followed by its friends until she had to grab his ankle and slap her other hand over her mouth trying to keep them inside.

Instead of getting upset, belittling her, or accusing her of wasting time yet again in an attempt to put off her spanking, Eddie simply continued to stroke his fingers over her ass until she finally got herself under control. It was only then that he asked, “Care to share?”

“It-it’s…” she said, thinking she was done but found another giggle escaping. “It’s just th-that what they say is tru-true,” she managed to stammer between giggles.

“And what truth is that?” Eddie asked, his tone letting her know he was finding this a bit amusing himself.

“An ‘apple’ a day really will keep the doctor away,” she managed before losing it again, giggling like a loon… her shock increasing when his laughter broke out to join hers.

“Ah, Tizzy, don’t ever change. You are just too cute,” he said when he could speak again. “Fortunately for you, this doctor is also your Daddy, and has absolutely no intention of keeping away.” He bent and she felt the kiss he gave the top of her head and then giggles were forgotten as she felt the first swat of his hand on her bare bottom.

“Ow, ow, owie!” she cried as swat after swat found their target, stinging every inch of her bottom. “Daddy! That hurts!”

“Good, because I’d really hate to have to start all over,” he said as if believed she’d given him a compliment instead of a complaint.

As he peppered smacks from the top of her buttocks to the fleshy part and then down to where her bottom became thighs, she remembered his earlier words: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.

Yeah, they all probably had the same thought she was having right now. The man could definitely spank.

“Eddie, please! I’m sorry!” she cried, kicking her feet up only to find his leg coming down to press her legs back to the floor and a flurry of swats faster than the others given in one spot until she arched her back and wailed, “Daddy!”

“That’s right, little girl. When you are over my knee getting this bottom roasted, I suggest you remember exactly who is the one doing the roasting.” He demonstrated exactly how good a cook he was with another dozen swats.

Forget embarrassment, forget tears, heck, even the indignity of having a snotty nose was forgotten. All she could concentrate on was making one apology after another as the smacks continued.

“I won’t ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever be naughty again!” Each “ever” was uttered after his hand landed. “Daddy, I promise!”

“Babygirl, it is so easy to make promises when your bottom is burning. Let’s just make sure that I leave you with enough incentive to try to remember to be my good girl.” To accentuate his point, he added another swat to each cheek. “But know that when you slip up and are a naughty girl, Daddy will be here to set you back on the right track. With a red bottom, of course.”

“Of course,” she snarked and then slapped her hand over her mouth praying he hadn’t heard. But she discovered her Daddy had very good hearing.

“I’m so very glad you agree.”

The next swat told her he was also very good at switching out implements.

“Owwww!” she yelped as wood connected with already tender flesh. When she blubbered her next apology for her crime, it was given with tears running down her cheeks, and complete sincerity in her tone. “Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

The last syllable was uttered against his neck as he’d pulled her panties up to cover her hot bottom, lifted her and was cradling her on his lap, his arms holding her tight as he rocked her. She clung to his shirt and let all the guilt she’d held in since that day go. She finally understood that the words he’d said were the truth. She’d been naughty, had paid the consequences with a spanking, and now it was done. The sobs turned to hiccups and his hand patted against her back until they became just sniffles and when those became a long shuddering sigh, she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I’m proud of you, little one.”

“Now your jeans are as snotty as your shirt.”

“And I’m proud of that as well,” he said with a chuckle.

“Ewww… that’s really kind of icky.” Her nose scrunched in distaste as she sat up. “Is that another fetish?”

“There is nothing icky about you, little Tizzy.” Using the pads of his thumbs to wipe the last of her tears off her cheeks, he added, “It lets me know you truly trusted me to keep you safe even when you were positive you were going to actually see flames coming off your rear. I am seriously proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy for you and yet you held it together and never once let your mind spin.”

Teresa realized she was a little proud of herself as well. “Wow, I didn’t, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” he said with a smile.

Tilting her head back, he kissed her and far more than just her bottom began to burn. Her fingers slid into his hair and she arched into him, wanting to be as close as possible. She could feel her nipples tightening and his cock hardening beneath her sore bottom. She’d been naughty, she’d been spanked, she’d been cuddled and forgiven by her Daddy, but now she was ready for some more in-depth aftercare from Eddie.

“I need you,” she said when he pulled back to take a breath.

“I’m here,” he answered, and she shook her head.

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