His hand landed heavily on her unprotected bottom. Dash didn’t need an implement to put his point across; his hand was hard as a board.
“If you can’t behave yourself.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Oh, her bottom was on fire.
“Then you won’t be allowed to ride by yourself.”
Addy wailed as he told her that. “Please, Papa, no, I’ll be good.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“We’ll see,” he said ominously. His grew silent as he continued to whale on her bottom, spanking her until she was sobbing, her legs kicking as her butt was set on fire.
He stopped turning her on his lap. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, rocking her as she cried.
“Sorry, Papa,” she said.
“Forgiven, little girl. But you still have to apologize to Daddy.”
Addy crawled over to Eliot who stared at her sternly. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said, her eyes still filled with tears.
Eliot ran his thumb over her cheek, catching some falling tears. “You know how much I love you, don’t you, little one?”
She nodded.
“And that is why I would be devastated if anything happened to you.”
“I know, Daddy,” she said.
He nodded. “I think some thinking time would be beneficial.” He positioned her at one corner of the blanket so she was kneeling. Eliot pressed her chest down until it rested against the blanket.
“Right, ten minutes of time-out starts now, little one.”
Addy blushed as she realized they were just going to sit there and stare at her red bottom. She would have fidgeted but knew Eliot would probably just add extra time onto her ten minutes.
As she kneeled there, listening to Eliot and Dash talk and laugh, Addy realized that although she might be in time-out with a well-spanked bottom, there was no place she’d rather be.
A feeling of peace stole over her.
“Daddy? Papa?” she called out.
“What, little one?” Dash asked.
“You’re meant to be quiet, sweetie,” Eliot warned.
“I just wanted to say that I love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” Dash said softly.
“Always,” Eliot said.
Always.
Punishing MarlyBy Laylah Roberts
Chapter One