“Um. Maybe?”
Sitting back on the sofa, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Teeny, time-out isn’t supposed to be sleepy time.”
“Sorry?”
He shook his head, looking exasperated and slightly amused. “Most Littles hate time-out. But not my teeny, she enjoys it.”
She shrugged. Should she apologize? “I like quiet time to myself.”
“Next time, we’ll do time-out after your spanking. Sitting on that hard stool with a red bottom might help you focus. Did you even spend the time reflecting on why you were in time-out?”
“Umm.” In her defense he hadn’t told her to do that.
“Come here. That was my fault. I should have been more specific.”
She walked slowly over and took his hand. He gently but firmly drew her over his lap. Because he was sitting on the middle cushion, her legs and torso were supported on the sofa and her middle was over his hard lap.
“Now, tell Daddy why you’re being punished,” he said as he drew the hoodie up over her ass, baring her completely to his gaze.
“’Cause I was naughty and disobeyed you. And ‘cause I made a mess.”
“Yes, although I wouldn’t punish you for making a mess. I know Little girls get messy sometimes when they’re having fun. However, if you’re working with glitter, you do need to put a sheet down. That stuff goes everywhere.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied obediently.
“Right, you’re getting twenty. Your bottom is going to be nice and red after this. Don’t worry, you don’t have to count this time.”
Lucky her.
“Would you like me to hold your hands for you or are you able to keep them out in front of you?”
“I can do it, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he struck. Owie! Once, twice, three times in quick succession. By smack number five, she was wriggling around, attempting to free herself.
“Stay still, little girl,” he growled at her.
Oh no. Another five quick spanks warmed her ass. He stopped and rubbed her bottom gently.
“How you doing, teeny? Feel okay?”
“My bottom hurts.” She pouted.
“That’s the point. I wasn’t talking about your naughty bottom, though. Are you all right to continue?”
“I think that’s enough, Daddy,” she said solemnly.
“Nope, you have another ten. And these ones are going to be harder than the first ten. Learning to obey Daddy, even on what might seem something small, is very important.”
Two more smacks landed on her ass. She cried out, kicking her feet. The next two were lower down. He was covering her ass with firm spanks. And the burn in her ass was growing. Two more on the top of her thighs.
Oh shivers. Those hurt.
“Daddy, no more!”
Four more spanks, each in quick succession, landed in the middle of her ass. When he was finished, she was crying, lying spent over his lap.