Page 14 of Albel

“And why not?” he asks.

“Because it’s against the rules? You shouldn’t spank me. It will harm me.”

Daddy’s hand stills. “It won’t harm you in any way. Daddy knows when to stop. If it gets to be too much for you, you say red, but only if you really can’t handle it. And it’s not against the rules; if anything, I think I should add weekly spankings for you.”

Shaking my head, I look back at him awkwardly. “You should not! I’m not a bad girl.”

“You aren’t a bad Little Pet, but you can be naughty. When you are, Daddy is going to discipline you,” he replies. “Now, do you want me to hold your hands behind your back, or do you think you can hold onto my pants and not reach back?”

I grip onto his pants, taking a deep breath as I wait for him to start spanking me.

“I really don—” A yelp escapes my lips when Daddy spanks me several times.

My bottom aches as his hand stays on my cheeks, spreading everywhere he hit me.

“Daddy!”

“You’re okay,” he says. “Daddy’s going to continue and make it quick.”

He wasn’t lying. The next several spanks come quick and hard, my breath catching in my throat as emotions spill out of me.

“I’m sorry!” I yell as I go limp over his legs. “I’m sorry for lying and trying to please myself.”

Tears are streaming down my face as Daddy moves my body so I’m sitting on his lap, rocking me back and forth.

“You’re okay,” he whispers. “Daddy’s got you.”

He keeps holding me as I calm down. My bottom still aches as he sits me on his lap and I lift my hips.

“No, Little Pet.”

“But my bottom hurts,” I whine.

Daddy taps my nose. “It’s supposed to after a spanking. You’re supposed to sit on a hot bottom, so you’re reminded that this is what happens when you’re naughty.”

I push my bottom lip out as he settles me on his lap, my bare bottom stinging as I sit here.

“Are you feeling okay?” Daddy asked, and I nod. “Time to put the plug in. Then you’re going back in your kennel while I finish up this piece for my customer.”

My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “I don’t think I need that.”

Something going up my bottom? Nope. That doesn’t sound like any fun.

“Tough, you’re getting it. This will remind you not to touch yourself. You are not allowed to come without my permission. If I find you trying to touch yourself, there will be worse consequences. Understood?” Daddy asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble.

He sets me down on my feet, holding my hips so I don’t fall over.

“Daddy wants you to lean over the desk and hold your cheeks apart for me. This plug is on the smaller side since I want to work you up to a bigger one eventually, but I don’t want you in pain. Just enough stretch that any time you move, you feel turned on,” Daddy explains.

I do just as he says, not liking it one bit, and wait for him to put the plug inside of me.

“Do you really have to do this?” I ask, fear evident in my voice.

Daddy places his warm hand on my lower back, reassuring me. “We really do. I need you to know that if you are naughty and break the rules, I’m going to follow through and punish you.”

Tears pool in my eyes as I look back at Daddy, who’s holding a plug in his other hand. “I don’t think you really need to do this,” I whisper. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.”