Daddy Bear (Montana Daddies 1)

Bear turned after shutting the door and held up her glasses. He moved to the case and grabbed the cloth to clean them, then put them away.

“See, I knew they’d be found in the end,” she said cheerfully.

He gave her a firm look.

“Are you mad at me for losing the glasses, Daddy?”

“You know I’m not. But we do have a couple of punishments to take care of, don’t we?”

“We do?” she asked with fake innocence.

“You know full well that Daddy hasn’t yet punished you for not going to the doctor when you promised.”

Drat. She figured he might have forgotten that. Yeah, she should have known she didn’t have that sort of luck.

“I’ve been waiting until Doc gave the all clear to spank you. I’m also not happy that you disobeyed me today and got up after I put you down for a nap. Now, I want you to go and brush your teeth and go to the toilet then come back in here.”

She dragged her steps as she got up and went into the small attached bathroom. She turned back to give him a pleading look. “But, Daddy, you already spanked me tonight. Can’t that be enough?”

“Those few pats I gave you wouldn’t have even hurt. Certainly not enough to make an impression on you. Now git. You have five minutes. No dawdling. Since you missed your nap, you’re going to bed early.”

Well, that just sucked. But she walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth then used the toilet. She really wanted to delay the inevitable spanking, but she knew he’d just come in and drag her out and then he’d probably give her extras. She covered her bottom reflexively.

“Little girl, time’s up.”

“Coming.” She walked into the main room of the cabin to find him sitting on the sofa.

“Come here.” He pointed at the floor between his legs. She walked over and stood between his knees. He cupped her face between his big hands. “Do you know why you’re getting punished?”

“Because I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” she said with a pout.

He just shook his head, but she caught a glimpse of a smile. “You’re not a bad girl. But you are my girl. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to look after you.”

“You do a great job of that already, without the spankings.”

He shook his head. “No, baby. You can’t talk me out of this. I’m sorry it’s been so long for you to wait to receive your discipline. But after your spanking, everything is wiped clean. Understand?” He patted his lap. “Over you go.”

She looked down at his lap and then over at the door and then down at his lap again.

“Think you’d make it far, baby?” he asked, sounding more amused than anything else.

“I reckon I could make it out the door,” she told him.

“And I reckon that would mean you’d get a spanking right where I caught you. No matter who was around.”

She wrinkled her nose. Then with a sigh she climbed over his lap. He was sitting in the middle of the couch. So, her body and legs ended up on either side of his lap, supported by the couch. He pulled down the back flap of her onesie, revealing her bare bottom.

“No panties, good girl.” He rubbed her bottom. “Going to have to get more of these onesies. This back flap makes it very easy to spank you.”

She groaned at those words.

“Comfortable, baby?” he asked.

She snorted. “Is it really possible for somebody who is about to get a spanking to be comfortable?”

“You know what I mean,” he said to her. “I want the only discomfort to be in your bottom.”

“I’m fine, Daddy.” He was as protective as always.