Page 79 of Daddy's Little Patient

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It was amazing how clean she felt after her naughty girl spankings. Everything seemed crisp and clear and simple. She knew it wasn’t for everyone—a lot of people wouldn’t want comfort from the same person who had just lit up their ass like a bonfire on the beach—but it felt so right to be cuddled on Daddy’s lap and taking a second bottle of water.

“That’s it, such a good girl taking your bottle. You cried so many tears and Daddy doesn’t want you to get dehydrated. No headaches for my precious little love bug.”

He kissed her forehead and she drank more water. She wanted to be so good for Daddy even though he would love her even if she was naughty and had tantrums. He wanted her to be the best Cricket she could be but he’d love her even when she was being the worst version of herself. There was such comfort and freedom in that—even if it came with a red hot backside and aching nipples.

When she finished the bottle, Daddy asked if she wanted another and she shook her head. “No thank you, Daddy.”

“Okay. You let me know if you get thirsty though.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you ready for the last part of your punishment?”

“Yes, unless it involves more spanking.”

Daddy smiled and shook his head. “No, love bug. Your bottom is going to be plenty sore. You’ll get your maintenance spanking tonight but unless you break your rules again, no more spanking until then. It’s a different kind of punishment. You’ll be sitting down so you’ll definitely still be thinking about your bottom…”

He patted her backside softly but she still gasped because she was so sensitized and sore.

“It’s similar to something you’ve had to do before when you wrote lines. But instead of writing lines, you’re going to take dictation.”

“Um, okay.”

She remembered doing this in school, scrambling to write fast enough to keep up with the teacher’s words, but carefully enough that the words were still legible.

“You can have your paci while you write if you want.”

“Please, Daddy.”

She did love her paci, and she knew how much her Daddy liked seeing the brightly colored silicone in her mouth, and knowing it matched the plug in her bottom.

“Let’s get you in your highchair, lovebug.”

Cricket crawled over to her highchair while Daddy fetched her paci, and then he had her sit with her bare bottom on the wood. Her backside was hot and sore, and she’d think about it constantly since it was smarting.

Then Daddy fastened the straps that went between her legs and around her waist and clicked the tray into place. He grabbed her notebook and her pen that had so many colors in it, flipped to an open page in the book and set it in front of her. Also popped her paci in her mouth. Cricket sighed around the silicone and sucked; it felt so good and so Little. It would only be better if it was grape flavored in addition to being grape colored. Like a lollipop.

She picked up her pen and picked out the light blue because she was sad that she’d disappointed Daddy but sitting here like this wasn’t the most awful. Not a dark blue or black kind of awful.

Once she was poised and ready, she looked up at her Daddy expectantly.

“Ready, Cricket?”

She nodded and tried not to fidget. She was going to have to pay all the attention.

“Then let’s begin. We’ll start off easy. ‘My name is Cricket Evelyn Baker. I live in Enclave, Alaska with my Daddy.’”

Cricket dutifully recorded his words and when her Daddy looked at her page, he nodded and looked pleased. She hoped it wouldn’t get much more difficult. She wasn’t the best speller and she didn’t want to make him frown. And when her punishment was over for the day, it would be all smiles and hearts and rainbows. She was already feeling much better and was so grateful for her Daddy who knew just what she needed.

“‘I have a farm with chickens and I’ll have more animals soon. I do a really good job taking care of my flock.’”

Daddy was talking slowly so it was only a little hard to keep up with what he was saying. She knew this was supposed to be punishment so she wasn’t sure why he was saying nice things but it felt good anyway.

“‘I am a very good girl, and my Daddy loves me very much.’”

Her paci almost fell out of her mouth but Daddy tapped the bottom of her chin before pointing to where her pen had frozen on the page. “Keep writing, Cricket. I didn’t say you could stop.”

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