Chapter Eleven
When the spanking was over, Arthur sat Saoirse back up and she flung her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder while she cried.
She really had done a good job, he wasn’t bullshitting her. He’d given her a very thorough spanking, and now he would comfort and cuddle her, tell her she was a good girl and that he loved her very much.
“Oh, my little princess. It’s okay to cry. Daddy spanked your bottom very hard and you’re going to be sore for a while. Hopefully that will teach you not to be late coming home anymore.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are. I know you’re a good girl, too. You just need to be reminded how good girls behave. And no matter how you behave, I’ll always love you. That doesn’t mean I’ll always love your behavior but that’s why you need to be disciplined, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
When finally she’d stopped crying outright and was just sniffling, he tugged on her hair and she sat up so he could see her face. Even with her red-rimmed puffy eyes and mottled cheeks she was still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.
“It is way, way past your bedtime so I’m going to tuck you in now. You have a choice tonight. You can sleep in your bedroom or you can sleep in a special princess room.”
Saoirse sniffed and blinked, her eyes sparking with curiosity.
“You have a special princess room?”
“Yes, I do.”
He’d considered waiting to show her the nursery but he didn’t want to wait.
“Can I see it?”
“Of course. You can spend as much time there as you like, just not tonight.”
Arthur stood her on her feet and reluctantly tugged her panties and shorts over her bright red bottom. She sucked air in through her teeth as he did and the sound sent blood rushing to his cock.
He could take her by the hand and lead her across the room to the door to the nursery, but instead he scooped her into his arms, loving the startled sound of her laugh as he swept her off her feet.
“I’ve got you, princess.”
It took a little maneuvering but he was able to open the door to the nursery without putting her down and he made sure to look at her face because he wanted to see her expression when he flicked the lights on.
There was a small pout to her lips and a crinkle at her brow before he did, probably as she tried to make out the shapes in the dark room. There were only a few windows at the top that didn’t let in much light, even when it was light outside and it definitely wasn’t now.
He flicked the switch and her mouth turned into an O, her eyes going bright and wide.
It was another one of those moments that she might scream and run away, but God love her, she didn’t.
“Daddy,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said as he took in the room the same way Saoirse might be.
A canopy bed with lots of white and pink and so many pillows they nearly covered the queen-sized mattress. Plus a rocking chair, a rocking horse, a grown-up sized highchair and changing table, and a crib nearly filled with stuffies. Plus a play area where there were picture books and legos and coloring books and tons of crayons and markers and stickers and a dollhouse.
She squirmed and he set her down but caught her by the wrist when she started to step toward the shelves filled with books and toys.
“No, princess. It’s not playtime. It’s very late and you need to go to bed. You can sleep in here if you promise to be a good girl and not play with anything tonight. I promise you can have some time to explore tomorrow. If you can’t control yourself, you’ll have to stay in your bedroom.”
“I can, Daddy.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and clasped her hands together. “I promise to be good. Pinkie swear.”