“You’ve always done that.”
“In a way, but this is different, babygirl. If you’re mine, there will be nothing holding me back. You will always have a safeword and I will always respect your boundaries, but if you deserve to be punished then I will see to it, and you won’t always like it.”
“I trust you.”
“Those are very important words, and I promise never to make you regret them.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “Speaking of regrets, let’s go back to your request. You need to tell me exactly what rules you broke and ask me to punish you.”
“I did,” she whined, squirming against him. She didn’t want to have to say the words again.
He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her far enough back to where he could make eye contact with her. “Say it anyway. For Daddy.”
Kyra nibbled the side of her lip. This was a whole lot harder to do all of a sudden and she kinda wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. But that wouldn’t get her anywhere.
She took a deep breath. “I knew I wasn’t supposed to leave the room without you, and I know I’m not supposed to run off like that and I definitely know that I wasn’t supposed to take a horse without permission or go riding on my own.”
“There were already a lot of natural consequences for those actions,” Brock reminded her.
“Not enough to make the guilt stop.”
“Ask Daddy for what you need, baby.”
There was a long silence before she was able to get the words to come out. “Daddy, will you please punish me for breaking the rules?”
“Yes I will. I think you deserve a long hard spanking over my knee. I’ll only use my hand this time, but if you ever put yourself in danger like you did yesterday, I won’t be so nice, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m going to help you get into position over my knee, but if you’re uncomfortable in any way physically or emotionally, I want you to tell me, okay?”
Her tummy was doing flip flops as he took her to the couch and sat down.
“Come on, then. Be a good girl and put yourself over Daddy’s knees.”
He patted his thighs. She loved how gentle and kind he was being with her and how he explained everything before he did it, but it all would have been so much easier if he would have just thrown her over his lap and started in on her without all the talking.
She didn’t want to chicken out, so she threw herself into the awkward position.
“Are you in that much of a hurry to get your bottom spanked?” he asked as he shifted her slightly.
“I just want to feel better,” she admitted.
“I know, baby, and I’m going to do my level best to help you with that.”
He shifted her robe out of the way and she shivered when the air of the room hit her bare skin. His warm hand caressed her and her entire body relaxed.
“If you feel any other pain that isn’t on your naughty bottom and maybe your thighs, if necessary, then I want you to say ‘red’. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“This is important and I need you to use your words, baby. Repeat back to me what I just said, so I know for sure you got it.”
“If there is pain anywhere other than my butt then I’m s’posed to say ‘red’,” she parroted back to him as quickly as she could get the words out.
“That includes any pain here”—he touched her head, then slipped a hand under her body to touch her chest—“or here. I don’t want to hurt you mentally or emotionally.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”