Chapter Twenty
It already felt different from when Wade hit her. He definitely wanted to hurt her and he was for sure angry when he did. So many times it felt like he was out of control and she didn’t know when he would stop.Ifhe would stop. It had seemed like Wade hated her, thought she was bad. Mr. Fox didn’t make her feel that way. And besides, he’d already told her he loved her, would always love her no matter what.
He was still looking at her expectantly, like he wanted an answer so she struggled to put one together.
“I think so. You don’t think I’m bad, but the thing I did was bad and you don’t want me to do it again. And maybe if my punishment hurts then the next time I’m about to make the same mistake I’ll think twice and hopefully not do it again.”
“That’s right, very good.”
She flushed with pleasure even though she was about to be spanked like a little kid. Mr. Fox’s praise was like a drug; she couldn’t get enough. She wanted more of it, always more.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get your spanking, and then you’re going to write Miss Williams a note saying that you’re sorry you were rude. Then while I make dinner you’re going to sit at the counter and study some more because she’s letting you stay during detention tomorrow to retake the test. The questions will be different so you won’t have an advantage from having seen the test today. This is your last chance so I suggest you take advantage of it if you want to graduate this year.”
“I get a do-over?”
Hope and gratitude flooded her. It felt like a lot of the kids she went to school with got second and third and fourth chances, but if she messed up that was it. Maybe because she’d used up her second chances a long time ago. Being with Mr. Fox felt like a fresh start. It was like she had a chance to fix her whole life, to be who she’d always wanted to be and someone there to support her while she fixed her shit. She’d never had that before.
Her daddy smiled at her. “Yes, you get a do-over. And I know you’re going to do a great job on this test. I also want to be clear that I would rather have you get a C on a test that you earned because you worked and studied than get an A because you cheated. I will be way prouder of that C, okay?”
“Okay.”
She thought she could get at least a B on this test, too, so he was going to be super duper proud of her.
“Now let’s get your punishment over with.”
Even though she was not looking forward to this, she knew she’d be happier once it was over. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She believed in her head that this would be totally different than when Wade took a swing at her face or wrenched her arm or kicked her for screwing something up, but her heart still wasn’t sure and it beat hard in her chest, making her lungs feel tight and her brain kind of fuzzy.
Within a couple of seconds, she’d been turned over Mr. Fox’s lap. She understood now why the rocking chair looked a little different from the usual ones, aside from the fact that it was wider so he could hold her on his lap while he bottle-fed her. It also had a spot where she could fold her arms and rest her head on top of them.
He started by flipping up her skirt and pulling her underwear off. She only wore underwear at school and usually he changed her into a diaper right away when she got home.
Now her bare butt was turned up over his lap and it was already embarrassing. She wanted to reach behind her and smooth the fabric over her bottom but she’d probably just get punished extra for that so she clutched her hands tighter on her arms and tried to breathe.
Mr. Fox put a hand to the small of her back and then it started. Hehither. It was more shocking than painful—mostly because it wasn’t painful at all. He laid swats all across her behind and it didn’t hurt, not really. In fact, when he smacked certain spots, there was a bolt of arousal that went through her. Made her pussy clench and made her want to ask for more. Again.Hit me there again, just like that.How excited would she get if he just hit her like that over and over?
Maybe this spanking thing wouldn’t be so bad. Except that as he went on, it started to get harder. Little by little until it did actually hurt and then she started to squirm on his lap.
Then it stopped and she sighed with relief, realized she hadn’t been emptying her lungs with her shallow breaths.
“We’re not done yet, little girl.”
“What?”
“Not by a long shot. You’re barely pink.”
He caressed her bottom, and her backside felt hot and kind of tingly. Itfeltred, how could it not be red?
“You’ve been a very good girl so far, but this is about to get harder and you need to stay still.” He shifted her so that her legs were clamped between his thighs and then said, “Give me your hands.”
She obliged, not totally thinking about what she was doing. He’d asked so she would do. Also she felt kind of floaty, a little bit far away, but in a nice way. Not like when she’d hid in her closet from her parents’ fighting and wished to be anywhere else at all.
“I warned you that this is going to hurt because it’s supposed to. But I also realize this is my first time punishing you, so I’m going to go a little easy on you. Also, if it gets to be too much and you just can’t take any more, say ‘sparkle’ and I’ll stop right away. Promise.”
Well, she’d certainly never been able to make her other beatings stop just by saying a word.
“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you say if you need Daddy to stop?”
“Sparkle.”