A Montana Daddies Christmas (Montana Daddies 4.5)

“Then I’m afraid you’re gonna be sorely disappointed. Emphasis on the sore part of that. Cause you’re getting your butt spanked. Then you’re going to sit on your naked, hot bottom and eat the veggies I’m gonna feed you. When I get you ready for the party, I’ll let you put some panties on.”

As he spoke, he was turning her, positioning her over his lap, her legs on one side of his thighs her arms dangling down the other side.

It was a position she knew well. Unfortunately.

He raised her short skirt. Another Daddy rule. He liked her wearing short skirts and dresses in the house, where he kept the temperature nice and warm despite the fact it was winter. He tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband and then his hand smacked down with a sharp, heavy whack that made her jump and groan.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Like usual, he didn’t start with a warm-up. He simply covered her ass with hard smacks until the skin stung and heated. Until the burn grew deeper. Until she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably anytime soon.

She kicked her feet, she moaned, but she knew that begging wasn’t going to help. Once he made a decision, that was that. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Finally, a sob broke free. Tears dripped down her face. He moved his hand lower, smacking it against the top of her thighs and she started crying in earnest.

“There it is. Good girl. Let it out.” He turned her, put her back into the position from earlier with her straddling his lap, facing him.

Only this time without the panties. And this time, her face was smushed against his chest as she did a good job of soaking his shirt with her tears.

He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “My poor sugar. Only you would get all worked up about goin’ to a party.”

“I-I’m gonna miss you!” She gave him her biggest worry. The thing that was really making her hesitate.

His hand stilled then he grasped hold of her shoulders as he leaned her back to stare down into her face. “Baby girl, you gotta know that I am always here for you. You miss me. You need me. Then you get your phone and you call me.”

She sniffled. “You don’t mind?”

“Sugar, course I don’t. You need me, I am there. You get to missing me too much then I’ll come get you. Okay?”

She nodded and dropped her head to his chest. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Baby, you have to stop holding all of this in. Give it to me. Let me help you with it. Yeah?”

She nodded again. She was trying to do that more. Although sometimes it felt like all she did was talk stuff out. With both Molly, her therapist. And with Jed. But she knew they were both right. When she kept things to herself, they started to burn away at her.

With Molly and Jed’s help, she’d pretty much banished the voice telling her she wasn’t good enough. And she hadn’t hurt herself in weeks.

He leaned her head forward, kissed her forehead. “I know you’re going to have a great time and this is Ellie’s version of a hen party so I have to let her have you for the night, but I’m gonna miss you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. For a man who didn’t always say a lot, what he did say he meant.

“Now, I’m gonna go heat your stir-fry back up and you’re going to go stick your nose in the corner. I want your legs spread wide, bottom out and hands behind your back. And while you’re there, you’re to have a think about how next time you’re gonna talk to me about your worries.”

Oh crap. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

He just pointed at the corner. She heaved off his lap with a sigh and got another slap to her already hot ass for her troubles. Drat. Sometimes having a daddy who paid attention was a real nuisance.

She moved slowly to the corner and stuck her nose in it then widened her legs as she’d been told and pushed her ass out. She put her hands in the small of her back.

She hated this position. But she knew why he did it. To give her time to reflect on her spanking and why she’d gotten it. She also knew he was right; she did let her worries build up. She hadn’t been standing there long when he called out to her.

“All right, baby. You done some thinking?”

She knew this was permission to leave the corner and she turned, reaching back to pull out her skirt.

“Didn’t say to move the skirt, sugar,” he growled at her.

Well. That was new. And she wasn’t certain it was a development she liked. She gave him a look she thought would convey that.