With his leg over hers, she couldn’t kick her feet, so she settled for drumming her toes on the floor. She managed to twist her torso away from him, but he barely missed a beat when he released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist.
The spanking stopped again, and Olivia lay over her daddy’s knee, gasping for breath. Was he finished? A strange mixture of relief and disappointment swamped her.
His cool hand rubbed her bottom and she sighed under his soothing touch. “Why did I give you such a strict drink restriction last night, little one?”
“Um.” She struggled to think straight through the fog of pain and the distracting pleasure of his hand rubbing her bottom. “You were worried.”
“Why was I worried?”
The guilt dug in deep again. “Because Angela got hurt.”
“That’s right. So I wanted you to be alert and aware of your surroundings in case someone tried to hurt you too.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you listen?”
“I was embarrassed.” The confession passed her lips in a whisper, but the truth of it echoed in her soul like the roar of a wounded lion.
“Embarrassed? Because you have a daddy who loves you and wants to keep you safe?”
A single tear slipped down her nose and plopped onto the carpet. “Sort of.”
Daddy squeezed her aching ass, making her hiss at the flash of pain. “We discussed this, Olivia. You said you wanted your daddy back.” The hurt and confusion in his voice gave the guilt inside of her an even firmer hold.
“I do, but sometimes I still get embarrassed.”
“By my rules?”
“No.” God, why was it still so hard, after so long, to say it out loud? “By how much I like this. How much I love being your little girl.”
“My sweet Livvy. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I know.” Sighing, she pressed her cheek to his leg. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy.”
“Well, while we finish up your paddling, you can think about how much it hurts our relationship and your bottom when you let your pride get in the way of your submission.”
The brush slammed into her bottom again, and her world once again became the burning ache in her ass. The little break they’d taken had only served to make her bottom nice and tender when he started up again.
She swore up and down she wouldn’t disobey again. No matter how silly she felt, she’d always listen to her daddy and she’d never, ever give him a reason to spank her so hard ever again.
And when he focused on that sensitive curve where her bottom met her thighs, she felt the building pressure in her chest begin to crack. It hurt, God, it hurt so bad.
“Daddy! No!” she screeched when he landed several swats in the same spot. But her pleas went unanswered, and he repeated the process on the opposite cheek, and then back again a little lower, over and over again while she screamed and bucked and fought to free herself from the painful chastisement.
It wasn’t until the spanking slowed, giving her time to absorb each blistering swat, that she began to crumble. It started with a hitch in her breath, with tears burning in her throat and begging for release. She finally broke on a long, keening wail and collapsed over his knee, weeping out her pain and guilt.
“That’s my good girl. Let it out, little one.”
She jerked when his hand came to rest on her bottom again. Even that gentle touch burned, and she just knew she’d never sit comfortably again.
“H-hurts.”
“I know it does.” He talked her through her sobbing, and she focused on his low, soothing voice until her sobs became sniffles and whimpers.
“Ready to get up?” he asked once she’d settled.
“Uh huh.”