“Heather, I’m not upset about the tea,” he says. “I’m pleased you cared so much.”
I don’t breathe.
I don’t open my mouth.
I don’t make a noise at all.
I can’t.
“All right,” he says. “You have until the count of three to come out from under there, or you’ll be getting your spanking plus more.”
Nope.
Not going to happen.
There is no way I’m coming out to face him.
“One.”
Peter has no idea what I’m going through. I can’t believe I spilled the tea on his beautiful tablecloth. I feel completely terrible. I feel like a total failure. For me, this is just one more way I’ve let down the world around me.
“Two.”
It’s not going to happen. Besides, he doesn’t really know that I’m under here.
He sighs.
“Three.”
Instantly, I feel him grabbing my ankle and yanking me out from beneath the bed. I cry out and squeal, trying to wiggle away, but he’s a lot bigger than me.
“I warned you,” he says, and it doesn’t sound like he’s enjoying this at all. In fact, he seems a little sad. He lifts me up. I try to get away, but he fists my hair and pulls me close to himself. Then he kisses me.
Hard.
And even that turns me on.
“I warned you, little one,” he says. “Now it’s time to climb over my knees.”
Chapter Seven
Peter
“No,” she shakes her head.
She looks visibly upset about the tea, but I’m smart enough to realize it’s not about the tea. Something else is bothering her. She has other feelings she’s trying to cope with, and sometimes, the best way to cope with your feelings is to let everything out with a good cry.
A spanking is going to help her with that.
“Come on, little one,” I say. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I gently coax her to climb up on my lap.
I push up her petticoats and her dress to reveal her bottom to me. It’s plump and round and cute and I can’t wait to spank it, but I wish she hadn’t gotten so upset about the tea.
“I love that you wanted to please me,” I tell her, rubbing her skin softly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“But you shouldn’t hide from me when you’re upset.”