He held my hips firmly in his hands. “Go get your naughty girl paddle from my bag under the bed.”
I sobbed, but ran to do as he asked. Thirteen with the naughty girl paddle?
Locating it quickly, I ran it back to Daddy and waited for him to position me again. Tears rolled down my face. I hated that I had upset him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I was feeling so very contrite now.
“I know you are now, baby. You’re still my good girl, you just made a naughty choice.” He kissed my forehead before laying me back across his knees.
“Thirteen, baby, I’m not going to make you count them because I want this to be over as much as you do, but do not make me have to repeat this lesson, do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” I hiccupped.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I swear that thing was carved from the wood of the forest in Dante’s Inferno. It packed a terrible sting.
“Ouchie! Ouchie!” I cried.
“I know it hurts your ass, baby, but do you know what else hurts?” Daddy lectured between swats.
“N-nu, Dada.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“My heart, because you were deliberately disrespectful to me. You know calling me by my name when we’re alone together is a big deal to me, but you chose to do it anyway. Do we disrespect each other, Tinsley?”
“N-no, Daddy,” I sobbed.
“No, we don’t.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Last two,” was all the warning I got before he brought the paddle down with more force than before.
“Ouch, Daddy!”
Daddy patted my back while I cried into his leg. “Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s over now, baby. You took your spanking like such a good girl,” he soothed. Standing me between his legs, he let me cry into his chest while he whispered praise into my hair.
A few minutes later, he took my hand, and started getting me ready for bednight. I didn’t fight him this time. He fastened my diaper back on before tucking me in on my tummy. He handed me Count Cluckula and then put my pacifier in my mouth. I was exhausted. Daddy rubbed my back softly before kissing the back of my head. “Rest, baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter Six
Elliot
Picking my Little girl up in my arms, I carried her out to the balcony after wrapping a blanket around her.
“Dada?”
“Daddy wants to show you something, little one.” I settled into the rocking chair and positioned her in my lap.
“Ouchie,” she whimpered as her bottom touched my knee.
I kissed her sleep-rumpled hair. “Look, baby,” I said, pointing out toward the sky.
“Pretty,” she cooed, instantly seeming to wake a bit more.
I rocked us back and forth as we watched the sun rise over the trees. The river rushed below us, creating the perfect moment.
