Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“I understand.”
Whether she’d actually listen was debatable.
“Oh, and there’s something else we have to do tonight,” he told her, standing her on her feet.
“What’s that, Daddy?” she asked innocently.
“Take care of the punishments you’re owed.”
Sugar.
Was he serious?
“I want you to pull your pants and panties down, then bend over and put your hands on the stool.”
Yep, it certainly seemed like he was serious.
“What punishments?” she asked.
He held up his fingers. “There was starting your bike when I wasn’t here and without putting on a helmet.”
Shoot.
“As well as that, you also earned yourself two more punishments while you were supposed to be recovering. Once, when you were meant to be napping and instead, I found you on your laptop. The other when I came home from work and found that you’d been gardening instead of resting.”
Shoot.
“You’re going to get fifteen with my hand for the gardening. Fifty lines for going on your laptop instead of napping. And ten with the hairbrush for not being more careful with your safety.”
“The hairbrush!”
“Careful, Little Rebel. I only made it ten because you hurt yourself, but I could easily make it fifteen.”
“Ten is fine. Ten is fine,” she said hastily.
“Right, get yourself in place, then.”
Sunny gave him a pleading look, but he simply stared back at her sternly. So she slid her pants down.
“Take them off completely. I’m going to give you a bath straight after your punishment. Then it will be pajamas, dinner, and bed.”
Feeling sorry for herself, she slid off her pants and panties. She’d already removed her shoes before she came into the house.
Then she bent over, placing her hands on the stool.
“Legs apart. That’s it. Good girl. That’s a really pretty sight.”
It was? She wasn’t so sure of that.
Smack! Smack!
Ouch! He was just going to start without a word? At least that was two down. Thirteen to go.
“Those weren’t part of your punishment,” he told her as though he knew what she was thinking.
“What?” She turned her head to look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Those were because I could sense you were thinking bad things about yourself.”
“Daddy, do you have the ability to read minds?”
“I can read your mind. That’s a Daddy’s superpower when it comes to his Little.”
“Of all the superpowers, you have to have that one.”
“Comes in handy,” he replied. “Now, it’s a count of fifteen.”
He placed one hand on the small of her back as his other hand landed on her bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“When Daddy tells you to do something, he expects you to obey him.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Especially when that order is to do with your health.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Now here are the last three.”
By the time the last three smacks landed, she was sobbing. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
“Come here, baby girl.” Duke helped her stand and then drew her against him. He held her tight against his chest, rocking her back and forth. “Good girl. You did so well. Shh. My Little Rebel.”
When she stopped crying, he drew back to cup her face. “Right, you ready to write some lines?”
“Daddy, do you really expect me to say yes?”
“Poor baby, come on. Better to get it over with.” He led her over to her desk and used some tissues to clean up her face.
“Can I write them while standing up?” she asked.
“Afraid not, baby girl. Part of the punishment is sitting on a sore bottom. Fifty lines. I want you to write ‘I will obey my Daddy.’”
With a grumble, she sat on the hard chair to write the lines. It was torture. Maybe she should have asked for another spanking instead. By the time she finished, she was shifting around on the seat constantly and her handwriting was close to illegible.
“Daddy, I’m finished.”
Duke came and leaned over her to read her lines. “Hmm, some of these got a bit sloppy toward the end, but I’ll give you a pass.”
She breathed out a sigh and stood.
“Do you need to go potty, baby girl?”
“What? No, Daddy!”
“Really? You’re moving around like you do.”
“That’s because I just had to sit on a sore bottom and write lines.”
“You sure?”
Of course, she was sure. Except, wait a minute . . .
“Oh, sugar. I’ve got to pee.”
“Come on.” Duke took her hand and led her into the bathroom. He helped her sit on the toilet, then left the room. When he returned, he was holding her hairbrush.
Uh-oh.
She stood and moved to the hand basin.
“Wash your hands, Little Rebel,” he directed. “Then I want you to grab hold of the counter and bend over, spreading your legs.”
Great. Just great.
She made sure to clean her hands extra well. Anything to put off getting her butt smacked with her wooden hairbrush.
“Come on, baby girl. Enough procrastinating.”
Sugar.
She got into position, staring at him in the mirror as he moved up behind her.