Not for sitting on the sofa eating donuts and cuddling his woman. Yeah, times had changed.
She let out a bark of laughter. He turned to the T.V. to watch some show about a family of pigs. Weird. He frowned slightly as the girl pig said something.
“What is this show? I don’t think you should be watching this; she seems to be a bit of a brat.”
“Daddy!” she protested.
He smiled at how that just slipped out. He hadn’t wanted to push. But damn, it felt good hearing her call him that. “It’s just a T.V. show.”
“Can’t have my girl getting ideas about talking back to me. Of course, my girl would end up with a red bottom for doing that.”
She squirmed next to him. Oh yeah, she liked the idea of that. Being bratty might get her a fun trip over his knee. Something he figured they’d both enjoy. But breaking the rules and putting herself in danger, that would get her a real punishment.
They still needed to have a chat about her limits. But he’d wait until later. Right now, he was enjoying this time with her.
She turned to give him an exasperated look. “Daddy, you can’t spank me all the time.”
“Why not? I have plenty of muscles, my arm won’t get tired.” He flexed his arm, showing off for her like a complete idiot.
What has happened to you, man?
“I wasn’t worried about your arm,” she told him, her eyes riveted on his bicep.
“Oh, you were worried about your little bottom and your ability to sit. Some spankings you might like. But break the rules and you won’t be sitting comfortably. Those punishments, little rebel, you will not like at all.”
She cleared her throat as he cupped her cheek. He shook off his need for her and turned back to the T.V. Go slow.
“How did we get onto this conversation? Oh yes, the pig who is a bad influence.”
“Daddy, you’re being silly.”
“Oh, silly, am I?”
She nodded her head.
“They just don’t make cartoons like they used to. What happened to Bugs Bunny and the coyote?”
He looked over as she rolled her eyes at him. “They’re old, Daddy.”
“They are not. I used to watch them as a kid.”
“Uh-huh, cause you’re old.”
“Excuse me, young lady,” he said with a mock-outrage. “I’m young and handsome.”
She peered up at his hair. “I can see a few grays coming through, old man. Maybe we should get you some hair dye for those.”
“You take that back! I do not have gray hairs!” He leaned over to tickle her and she started to laugh, trying to push his hands away. She kicked out with her feet. Gathering her up, he settled her on her stomach over his lap.
“That sort of insult will result in a punishment.”
“No, Daddy! No!” She kicked her legs against the cushions of the sofa.
He slowly slid her pants down, hoping she wore panties underneath. Last thing his control needed was to be presented with her bare ass.
He’d guessed right. Underneath she wore white cotton panties with Saturday written all over them. Jesus, she even wore the right panties on the right day. Such a little rule follower.
She’d grown stiff over his lap and he couldn’t have that. This was about making her more at ease with him.