She was being punished for not listening to him when he’d told her to remain in the car and then when he’d ordered her inside. She wished he’d just get on with it and spank her already.
At least he wasn’t making her write lines. That could take forever.
She sighed.
“Are you thinking about what you want to say to me when you’re let out of the corner, little one or are you too busy feeling sorry for yourself?”
How did he read her mind?
She scowled, but forced herself to think of an apology. She supposed she had been a bit foolish getting so close to two angry men. One of them could have hurt her by accident. And Macca was right, he could take care of himself.
Oh, poo.
Okay, so maybe he had a point.
“All right, little one. Come out of the corner now please and come over here. No, leave your skirt and panties there, you don’t need them for your spanking.”
Rats.
She trudged slowly over to where he sat at the dining table. He’d pushed his chair back so there was a large gap between him and the table. He held out his hand and drew her between his spread legs. She stood there, her pussy on display, her face hot and no doubt bright red.
They hadn’t done anything since the other night. Not that there had been many opportunities. It didn’t have to mean that he didn’t want her like that.
“What do you have to say to me, little one?”
She stared down at her toes. “I’m sorr
y, Daddy—”
“Uh-uh. You need to look at Daddy while you apologize,” he told her gruffly.
She raised her gaze to him. “I’m really sorry, Daddy for being naughty and not listening,” she blurted out quickly. “I knows I could have gots hurt and I’m sorry.”
“Good girl for apologizing,” he told her firmly but kindly. “You are very precious, sweet pea. You need to listen to Daddy so he can keep you healthy and safe. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d gotten hurt. It would have hurt me, you understand?”
She sniffled, feeling tears well.
“All right, baby girl. Let’s get your spanking done and then I can hold you in my arms and you can know that you’re forgiven.”
She tried to move out from between his legs, but he tightened his thighs keeping her there.
“Daddy?”
He grasped her around the waist and turned her. As he was bending her over his knee, she saw the wooden hairbrush sitting on the dining table.
Oh sugar. How had she missed that?
She rested her hands against the floor to steady herself as she lay over his left thigh. He’d clamped his thighs together to hold her still. He rubbed her bottom gently then laid a heavy smack to each cheek.
Ouch! Ow!
Shoot. She couldn’t kick her feet like this. She was held too tightly to wriggle much at all.
“This is going to be a harder spanking than you’ve experienced, little one. This time, after your hand spanking, you’re getting ten with the hairbrush.” He spanked her as he spoke, quickly building up a burn in her bottom. She let out a gasp then a groan. Tears welled.
“I’m going to use the hairbrush on you because I want you to know, without a doubt, how serious I am about you obeying me. You could have been hurt. That is unacceptable.”
Tears dripped down her face, as much from his words as the pain. She sobbed. He’d already spanked her harder and for longer than before. And he was going to use a hairbrush too?