“You’re doing so good, Lennon. You’re taking your punishment so well.”
I seriously doubted that. I was crying and coughing like I’d just lost my best friend, but it was nice to know she thought so.
“F-four.”
“Five.”
“S-six. Ouchie! Ouchie!”
“I know, Little one, but we’re almost done,” Kay praised.
“Seven.”
“Last three, baby”
The last three fell on my sit-spots. “Eight, nine, ten,” I counted, kicking my feet.
“Halfway there, baby.”
I didn’t know if I could take ten more.
“Daddy, it hurts!”
“I know, Little one. I don’t think you would learn if it didn’t.”
The last half of the spanking felt like it went much slower than the first half. I sobbed, kicked, and even wound up having my hands pinned to my back. I was so thankful when I was finally able to say twenty.
Kay gently sat me on my feet on the floor between her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “It’s all over, Little one. You were such a good girl,” she said, stroking her thumbs over my skin.
“Can you hold me?” I asked, too emotional to feel embarrassed.”
“Of course, baby.” She helped me climb into her lap, my bottom resting in the open space between her knees. Rocking me back and forth, she whispered soft praises into my ear.
***
“Do you want some more juice?” Kay asked.
“No, thank you,” I answered.
“What pretty manners.” She fed me another bite of oatmeal.
“Is really good. Not like regular oatmeal,” I complimented.
She chuckled. “Thank you, baby. The other Little girls will only eat Auntie Kay’s oatmeal because all other oatmeal is yucky. I think it’s the brown sugar and honey I use.”
I opened my mouth for another bite and she fed me. I’d decided I liked being babied. I was sitting on a high-back chair in front of Kay. The tall chair made me feel very small even thoughit hurt my ouchie butt. I swung my legs back and forth and Kay talked about what we were going to do that day.
“And I thought maybe you’d like to go to the park?”
My eyes shot up to meet hers. “The park?”
“Yes, would you like that?”
I nodded my head so hard my neck hurt.
“Well, I don’t know what kind of cars you like, but I saw there was a car show.”
“A car show!” I squealed.
