Page 133 of Daddy's Trust
Everything he said sounded like it could have come out of one of her books, as though she might have dreamed it up.
“It seems you’ve forgotten what happens to naughty Little girls. They get their bottoms spanked. They go over Daddy’s knee, and sometimes he’ll pull down their pants and panties to bare their bottoms. Sometimes he won’t. He’ll slap his hand down on his naughty girl’s bare bottom until it’s red and throbbing and sore, and she might end up sobbing or begging him to stop. But Daddy only stops when he thinks that his girl has learned her lesson, doesn’t he? No point in stopping too early. Then, once the spanking’s finished, Daddy will roll her over in his arms and hold her tight. He’ll tell her what a good girl she’s been, how wonderful she is, and how much he admires her. How special she is, and how much she means to him.”
She was just sitting there. But in her mind, she could see exactly that happening. She could see herself over his lap, getting her bottom reddened, how hot it would feel, and then how he’d hold her tight and tell her what a good girl she’d been.
Yeah, she wanted that. She was such a liar saying that she didn’t want any spankings.
“You’re not worried about being spanked. That’s not a limit,” he told her. “And I think that you should stop pretending that it is.”
Oh, shoot. That had been a test, hadn’t it?
She eyed him suspiciously. He just smiled back at her.
“Yep, I was testing whether spanking really was a limit. If you’d acted all upset or scared, I would have known that it was, and we would have come up with a different punishment. But now I know that’s actually something you’re interested in. But you should know that if it’s a punishment spanking, your bottom’s going to hurt, and it’s going to be hard for you to sit the next day.”
What other kind of spanking would it be? For pleasure? She couldn’t imagine actually enjoying it.
Can’t you?
“How do you feel about corner time?”
She shrugged. She hadn’t really thought about it before.
How did she feel about standing in the corner? She didn’t really want to do it, but it didn’t make her feel scared.
“All right, I’d say that is a go. Same with lines.”
Ugh, they didn’t sound fun at all.
“I don’t think I want to use chores as a punishment for you. It doesn’t feel quite right, not in this sort of situation.”
Yuck, chores?
No, she definitely didn’t want those as a punishment. She wrinkled her nose.
“Is there anything else that might be a limit? I won’t speak badly about you or do anything that you’re not comfortable with in public,” he reassured her.
“Nothing else that I can think of,” she said through the phone.
“Rules for Addie,” he told her. “You might want to write these down.”
She gave him a suspicious look. Just how many rules did he have for her? So many that if she didn’t write them down, she’d forget them? Is that what he was saying?
“Just don’t want you to claim that you’ve forgotten them,” he told her.
Right. There went that plan. She really did wish that she was more mysterious and less easy to read.
Pretend Addie was mysterious and brave. Too bad that was only in her head.
“You already have not putting yourself down and honesty. I want you to tell me anytime you need something, whether it’s to hold my hand or to be able to hide behind me, whether you need period supplies or chocolate or whatever.”
She nodded.
“Good girl. You’re being very brave.”
She was a good girl.
“If you want to call me Daddy you can, even if it’s just in private.”
