“Good girl. It’s really important for you to remember that, because otherwise, no matter how much you struggle or yell, I’m not going to stop until we’re done.”
She said, “Okay,” and then something occurred to her. “Will I get punished extra for yelling or cursing or squirming?”
Twyla thought her daddy huffed a little laugh but she couldn’t be sure.
“No. Not this time anyway. When you’re more experienced there will be more rules but that’s it for now. Any more questions before we get started again?”
If only she had more questions, but as much as she liked Mr. Fox rubbing her bottom tenderly, she figured she should get the rest of the ouchy part out of the way.
“No, Daddy.”
He didn’t waste any time, striking her bottom as soon as the word left her mouth. The spanks started soft again but got harder way more quickly this time, and she was almost glad for the way he was restraining her. It meant she could be a little bad and fight, but not too bad because there was no way that she was strong enough to escape. He’d let her misbehave some, but not too much and even as the blows rained down on her stinging butt, it was a relief. It was also a relief to be punished like he’d said she would be.
Not so much because she wanted to be punished—she didn’tlikethis—but because he was doing what he said he’d do, like he always did. It mattered to him how she behaved and what she did and even though it hurt her butt right now and she could imagine that it would for a few days, it mostly made her feel good. Paid attention to. Loved.
The spanking seemed to go on forever. She lost track of how many times he’d spanked her, stopped trying to hold herself back from resisting and fighting him. She’d even started yelling and saying that it hurt and that she hated it, and worst of all, that she hatedhim. Which she didn’t, it was just easier than accepting her punishment.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she choked out, “I’m sorry,” and started to cry while she said it over and over. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I was rude and had bad manners. I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again. I promise. I’m sorry.”
There were a few more hard smacks, the hardest yet, but finally he was releasing her hands and unclamping the vise of his thighs from around her and gathering her into his lap where she threw her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. And she couldn’t stop herself from saying it, still.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are, sweetheart. And I know you’re going to make better choices next time, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
“Okay. You’re okay, sweetheart, shush. You took your punishment very well and I’m so proud of you. You’re a very brave and very strong little girl and I love you so much, even when you make mistakes. You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m your good girl. I’ll try so hard to be your good girl.”