“Almost,” she says softly. “Close but no cigar.”
“We talked about safe words back when you want to try some things you weren’t sure might scare you. Do you remember?”
She nods. “But I wasn’t scared when you tied my hands together after all.”
“This spanking should make you feel pain but it shouldn’t hurt you. You say the safe word if it’s too much. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says. “God, Daddy. I’m sorry. I fell back into how I was before.”
“I’ve already forgiven you, princess,” I say, “but think about what happened and how you should have reacted.”
She says, “Yes,” but she doesn’t get to finish before the first spank falls. She yelps as my hand connects with her ass cheeks and the sound of the spank seems to echo through the room. By the fifth spank, she’s weeping uncontrollably and her ass is bright red. I realize I didn’t tell her how many spanks she would get. Ordinarily, there might be fifteen or twenty but I don’t think it’s fair for her not to know.
“Three more, little girl,” I say. I really hope she just says the safe word to stop things.
She doesn’t. “Yes, Daddy,” she says through her tears. She gets her three more spanks and weeps the whole time. A second after the third spank falls, she gets up and straddles me.
She’s still crying but she says, “And now it’s done, Daddy!” she’s smiling through her tears.
She throws her arms around me and holds me tightly as I stroke her hair and her back. After a while, she stops crying and with a nervous laugh says, “Happy Anniversary, Daddy.”
I smile, wipe tears from her face, and say, “Time to open your presents, princess.”
She presses her lips together and says, “Maybe I could have a different present first, Daddy?”
I smile and lead her to the bedroom.