James shifted her forward over his knee, and she barely had time to find her balance before he attacked the tops of her thighs with rapid, burning spanks.
“Daddy! Stop, stop, stop! Ow!”
“It does not matter if you set out to break the rules. You could have ordered a different drink or you could have drunk less. But you thought you found a loophole and you exploited it, even though you knew better.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry!” The words spilled out of her in a rush of air, followed by a high-pitched wail.
But the relentless assault on her poor bottom and thighs didn’t even slow. James continued to spank, up and down, side to side, until her entire bottom and her thighs throbbed.
When he stopped again, she sagged over his leg, relieved for the break. But the relief was short-lived.
“Hand me your hairbrush.”
Oh, God. She’d nearly forgotten she was even holding it.
“Daddy, please, I learned my lesson! I won’t ever do it again!”
The hand that had so thoroughly punished her rested heavily on her heated skin. “What won’t you do again?”
“Drink! I’ll never drink again!”
She felt his sigh, and could picture him shaking his head without even looking at him. “You think that’s what this is about?”
“Yes,” she said with a sniffle. “No. I don’t know.”
“Why are you getting a spanking, Olivia?”
Whimpering, she reached back to rub her bottom, but her hand was quickly caught in his and pinned to her lower back. “Because I didn’t listen.”
“So what lesson are you learning?”
“Listen to Daddy and follow your rules.”
“There’s my good girl. Now, give me your hairbrush so I can make sure the lesson sinks in good and proper.”
“It has, I swear!”
“Last chance, Olivia. Brush.”
She wanted to argue, or to wiggle off his lap and flee to the safety of her bathroom. But that would only delay the inevitable and make it worse in the end. So she lifted the brush and offered it to her daddy.
“Thank you. I know it’s hard to be obedient when it means getting your bottom paddled. I appreciate you being my good girl.”
“I don’t feel like a good girl,” she whispered.
“You are my good girl. You were very naughty, and Daddy is going to make sure you know better next time. But you’re always my good girl.”
The guilt that had dug its talons in so deep that morning began to lessen its grip. Nodding her understanding, she relaxed over his knee. James tightened his grip on her hand and moved his right leg over hers. Testing his hold, she wiggled a bit, but she was well and truly stuck. She wasn’t going anywhere until her daddy had finished her punishment.
The first crack of the brush against her bare skin made her yelp, and despite being pinned down, she still jerked like a fish on a line. A second blow fell on the opposite cheek, leaving twin squares of pain emblazoned across her bottom.
The brush fell in a steady rhythm, and under different circumstances she might have enjoyed the dependable rise and fall of his chosen implement. She would have relaxed under the soothing cadence, even though her bottom burned with each stroke.
The current situation didn’t allow for such enjoyment. The wood of the brush was cruel and unyielding, and each stroke felt like it was flaying her alive.
It wasn’t long before the pain was more than she could bear. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry!”
Without so much as pausing in his assault on her poor bottom, her daddy answered her in low, comforting tones. “I know you are, little one.”