Page 21 of Lisa's Unexpected Valentine's Day

“It’s absolutely fair. Being in trouble means you don’t get to come. You know that, and if you argue with me about it, I’ll take your bottom with thespeciallube.”

That wasn’t an idle threat. It would make everything so much worse, and he just loved to use it for punishment. He’d found the special mentholated lube online, and it was made specifically to sting and burn inside, adding a new level of ouch.

It had very quickly become apparent that she didn’t enjoy it at all, so it had been set aside for naughty days. Mostly he used it with plugs, or just smeared some on when he wanted to make a point. The few times he’d actually fucked her ass with it had been so much worse, especially cleaning it out after.

It just wasn’t worth the risk. She clamped her mouth shut and didn’t say another word, until he finally called her over to him.

“I’m not going to bother with a long lecture, young lady. You know what you did wrong, and I’m sure you won’t ever repeat it again. In the future you will make sure I’m in the loop about important decisions, correct?”

She nodded her head with a quick bob. “Yes, Daddy. I will.”

His dark eyes glittered as he stared at her. “And it goes without saying that next time you invite a guest over, you’ll be sure I know they are here, right?”

“Yes, I will. Daddy, we really don’t need to do the punishment part. I promise, I—ack!” Her words turned into a startled squawk when Rick took her by the wrist and dragged her across his lap. After that there was no time to try to talk him out of it.

“Good, now, since you’ve already had a nice long warm-up spanking, let’s just get straight to the punishment. The hairbrush should make my point, and then we’ll finish off witha nice sizzling dose of the strap, just to really nail the lesson home.”

Her backside tightened reflexively, cheeks squeezing in a fruitless effort to ward off the pain. It didn’t help, of course. It never did.

Her Daddy tapped one cheek with the brush, in warning. When she didn’t relax, he slapped the brush down hard, right on the center of her left thigh.

“Nooo! Not the thighs!”

“If you don’t want tostartoff on the thighs, then you better stop tensing up, Little girl.”

Forcing her muscles to relax, knowing as soon as they did the wicked brush would start smacking, was one of the hardest things to make her do, but the alternative was to pile up more punishment. With great reluctance, she slowly let her cheeks soften.

“That’s better.” And just like that the spanking began. He brought the brush down with a sharp snap, and didn’t pause before bouncing it over to the other cheek. After the first dozen or so, delivered rapid fire, any lingering arousal dried up, leaving Maya with nothing to cushion the pain.

There was a brief pause and she used it to beg. “Please, Daddy! I’m so sorry! I’ll be good forever,” she assured him. It was absolutely heartfelt, if only temporary.

“I’m sure you’ll… try.” There was a bit of suppressed amusement in his voice, but she could hear it. “I think we’re going to continue anyway.” The second series started without giving her even a moment to prepare.

The solid hairbrush smacks painted her backside with heat and sting. There was no pattern that she could adjust to. Rick liked to keep her guessing, and by the time he paused again, she was really feeling the burn.

Again the short break lasted only moments. Just enough time for her to catch her breath, and then he was off again. It was clear that each set of twelve was landing a little harder than the last.

Halfway through the thirties, Maya screeched and began kicking her legs. There was nothing like punishment to push her firmly into Middle-space… and maybe, though she’d never admit it, her emotions bordered a bit younger.

Any hope of taking her punishment like a big girl vanished as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She clutched at his legs, holding on tight, because without that bit of comfort her hands would have flown back to cover her butt—and that never went well.

Other than the occasional reminder to stay still, to put her legs down, to unclench, Rick let the hairbrush do the talking. At fifty he stopped and let her have a longer break to hiccup and sniffle through. He didn’t rub the sting away, but he did let his hand rest on her hot bottom until she quieted.

“Now, I understand that you were very excited about the day. And I know you didn’t want anything to take away from the romance. Helping your friend, of course, is exactly what I would expect from you. Leaving Daddy out of the loop… is not.”

“Y-yes ,Daddy.” She wiped at her face with the back of her arm. “I won’t do it again.”

“I should hope not. Even if you told her it was fine, and then let me know after the fact, I would have accepted that. Sometimes decisions have to be made in emergencies, and even though you’re my Little girl, you’re also a capable adult woman.”

She tilted her head, twisting a little to look over her shoulder.

He must have seen the question in her eyes. “I just wanted to be very clear that I’m not mad at you for letting Lisa stay here. I expect you to help your friends and I would hate for you to misunderstand my point.”

Maya sniffled and nodded. “I understand, Daddy.”

“Good, because I’m not a fan of the fact that your best friend just saw my whole ass hanging out—among other things.”

Was he… blushing a little? Her strict Daddy judge seemed embarrassed. “I’m sure she didn’t see much…” Maybe that was true, but she doubted it.

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