“Can you keep your hands out in front of you or do you need me to hold them?”
“I can keep them there. I think.”
“Good girl. Let me know if that changes. What’s your safeword?”
“Bananas.”
With that, he smacked his hand down on her bottom. He heard her take a surprised gasp of air in. But he didn’t give her time to recover. His hand landed again and again. He didn’t pause to scold her this time or to rub. That last spanking hadn’t been a truly serious one. After all, he’d known she hadn’t deliberately thrown that glass. And she hadn’t been in danger.
This was entirely different.
Gradually, she started to shift around on his lap. Her feet tapped against the cushions of the sofa.
“Daddy! Daddy, stop!” she cried out.
“I’m sorry, baby doll. But this spanking has to be far harder than your last one.” He moved his hand lower, to the top of her thighs and started spanking her there. She started wiggling, trying to escape and he held onto her tighter, gripping her around the waist as he made certain to redden all of her ass.
Gradually, she stopped fighting and lay there, just sobbing.
Poor baby.
He felt terrible that there was more to come. But not so bad that he wouldn’t follow through and give her everything she needed. This is what she required. She’d been floundering without a dominant figure in her life. Someone to give her boundaries. If she’d been left on this path, she’d have worked herself into an early grave.
Not on his watch.
“Baby doll, do you know why this spanking is so much harder than your last one?”
She was silent for a moment. “I g-got sick.”
“And you got sick because…?”
“I didn’t t-take care of m-myself.”
“That’s right. This is a far more serious transgression and I need you to know how serious I am about your health. It is not something I will ever take lightly. Not because I’m a doctor but because I …”
Love you.
Nope. Not the way to blurt it out. But now that he’d thought the words they felt right. He was ready to shout them from the rooftops. However, he knew they were likely to scare her off. Most people would see it as too soon. But he wasn’t most people.
“Care about you.”
“I care about you too,” she whispered.
He rubbed her lower back. “Keep your hands where they are, baby doll. Once we get this part over with, I’m going to hold you for a long time. Then I thought you might enjoy some Little time, what do you say?”
There was a beat of silence and he thought she was going to reject his suggestion. Then she nodded and sniffled. “Yes, please, Daddy. I-I’d like that.”
“That’s my girl. It’s a count of six. Two smacks for each rule you broke.” Before he finished speaking, he’d smacked the paddle down on her ass. She tensed then let out a loud cry.
Another smack of the paddle. Another cry. By number three, she was trying to roll herself off his lap. He held her steady and applied the last ones quickly, not making her wait.
After the last one landed, he rolled her over, holding her tight against him, careful not to let her full weight rest on her bottom.
Shit. He would always do what was best for her. And putting her over his knee for a well-deserved hand-spanking or one for fun, he had no issue with. But those smacks with the paddle had almost killed him.
Still, if she ever put herself in real danger, he wouldn’t hesitate to redden her ass with his belt or the paddle. Because she meant that much to him.
She meant everything.