“Tut-tut, do you really think that naughty girls get to come when they’re being punished?”
His hand landed on her ass without waiting for her reply. Smack! Smack! Smack! He didn’t give her much chance to catch her breath, he just continued to smack her bottom until the sting became a deep burn, until she was wriggling back and forth, trying to get away from him, her voice crying out her protests, tears dripping down her face.
Eventually, she stopped fighting and just lay there, accepting her punishment, her bottom a throbbing, swollen mess. He slowed, his spanks growing lighter until they were more like caresses. Still he didn’t say anything. She waited for some words of reassurance. Something to tell her all was forgiven, but there was nothing.
“D-daddy?” she glanced in the mirror to find him staring down at her bottom with a frown. “Is e-everything okay?”
“You worry me, baby girl,” he told her, now rubbing the tops of her thighs. “Not remembering to take your meds or eat could be very detrimental for your health. And I. . .”
And he wouldn’t always be here to remind her. She stiffened up. That seemed to bring him out of his thoughts.
“This is one sore, red bottom. Why did you get a spanking?”
She rubbed the tears off her cheeks. “B-because I went outside without s-shoes.”
“What else?”
“And I forgot my m-meds and to e-eat.”
“And why is it important to remember those things?”
“‘Cause I could get really sick.”
“That’s right. Are you going to forget again?” he asked sternly.
“No, Daddy. I be a good girl. I promise.” She slid her hand under her chest, out of his sight, as she crossed her fingers.
“I’m not convinced. I think you might need some extra reminding, though. Hand me the anal plug.”
She tensed. “Daddy, I really don’t need extra reminding. I promise to remember.”
“Sometimes little girls need a bit of extra help remembering things. That’s what daddies are here for. Now, how is your foot? Your ice pack fell off with all that wriggling around.” He gently drew her leg up so he could examine her foot. “It looks much better. But after your plug is in, I’ll get you another ice pack for it, just to make sure. Is it itchy?”
“A bit, yes.”
“I’ll get you some cream too. Now hand me the butt plug.”
She groaned. How could he worry over a little wasp sting, yet blister her butt the way he had?
“Because the spanking is a punishment and you know it. I don’t like my baby girl getting hurt. But when she’s naughty, she needs disciplining in order to remember that I lo. . .urgh, care about her and want her to be healthy and safe. A small hurt to prevent a greater one.”
Had he just been about to say he loved her? That had to be a slip of the tongue, right? Because there was no way he loved her. She was more of a pet project for him. A distraction.
Pain unfurled inside her.
To hide it, she handed him the anal plug. She couldn’t help but watch in the mirror, though, as he spread lube over it.
“Okay, sweet pea, I want you to take a deep breath in then let it out.”
She breathed in then as she let her breath out, he started pushing the plug deep inside her. “How come I gots to be plugged? I already got spanked.” To her mind, that was enough punishment.
“Because not taking your meds and skipping food is very serious. That is something that deserves the hairbrush, but I’m going easy on you because of extenuating circumstances. Next time, you won’t sit for a week, understand me?”
She squirmed as the plug fully entered her. It felt weird. Out of place. And at the same time, she was so turned on, it was embarrassing. He had to be able to see the cream coating the top of her thighs, right?
“Understand me, little one?” he asked again, twirling the plug around inside her.
She let out a deep groan. “Yes, Daddy. I won’t do it again.”