“Then after you apologize, you’re getting a bare-bottomed spanking over Papa’s lap. I’ll be there too. If it’s too much or it hurts too badly, use your safeword. We don’t want to harm you, we just want to discipline you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay. Then let’s get you out of your highchair and into the living room for your spanking.”
Usually she loved when Papa unbuckled her from her chair and picked her up. Her tummy would be full, she’d be sleepy, and she’d feel heavy in her pelvis and squirmy. She got to wrap her arms around his neck and rub her smooth skin against his sandpaper cheek and breathe in his smell that was already one of her favorites. Like a blanket and hot cocoa and a stuffie all rolled into one good thing.
Now she was trembling and sniffly. Even though Papa was holding her just as sweetly as always it felt different and yucky and she couldn’t relax and—
“Coco, baby. You’re okay. Daddy and I aren’t angry with you. We still love you very much. We didn’t love your behavior. Do you understand the difference?”
She nodded but she still felt terrible.
Then they were sitting on one of the low couches in the living room and Papa sat her in his lap.
“Tell me your safeword, Coco.”
“It’s sassafras, Papa.”
“Good girl. We won’t be mad if you use it. That means you trust us to take care of you. Do you trust us?”
How could he even ask? Of course she did.
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good. Now you’re going to apologize. A good one, not just ‘sorry.’”
He laughed when she couldn’t keep the look of insult off her face. She would never. Unless of course that was the only thing she could get out before she started sobbing, anyway.
But she took a deep breath and tried to make a sentence in her head because Ian did deserve a better apology than “sorry.”
“Papa,” she started, and then choked.
Ian nodded encouragingly.
“Go on, Coco. You’ve got this.”
He was even encouraging her after she’d been rude because he was the best papa ever.
“Papa, I’m sorry for being disrespectful and not eating all of my dinner. You and Daddy take such good care of me. I will try my best to be more cooperative in the future and if something makes me upset I’ll tell you instead of being disobedient.”
As soon as she’d finished, her papa was hugging her and rubbing her back.
“Oh, that’s a good girl. You made such a sincere and sweet apology. I’m very proud of you for being so brave because I know that wasn’t easy.”
She rubbed her face into his shoulder because he was right. It had been so hard! She did feel better now that she’d apologized, though. And he really didn’t seem angry.
Ian held her for a few minutes before she could manage to peel herself away from him, and when she did he chafed her arms and looked her in the eye.
“You made a very good apology and now it’s time for your spanking. I’m going to turn you over my knee, pull up your dress and pull down your diaper so I can spank your bare bottom. You’re going to get twelve spanks. Once your punishment is over, then it’s over. Everything is forgiven and you don’t need to feel bad. If you’re a very good girl, Daddy and I have discussed a treat for you. And if it’s too much—if it makes you too upset or it hurts in a bad way you’re going to use your safeword and I'll stop right away. Got it?”
Ian’s red brows arched and he gave her a thumbs up that she returned before bumping his fist with hers. Their not-so-secret sign that everything was okay.
It shouldn’t have surprised her when she found herself draped over her papa’s lap with her head and feet resting on the couch on either side. Arousal crept into her system being in this position and it only got worse when he pulled up her dress and pulled down her diaper. The air felt cool on her bottom and she squeaked. Didn’t feel any better when Ian rubbed her bottom even though she usually liked that a lot. She was too keyed up, too stiff. More nervous about a dozen hand spanks when she’d taken so, so much worse before.
“Only twelve, sweetheart. You can do it and then it’s done.”
Cosima closed her eyes and tried to relax, knowing it would hurt more if she was tense.