“Let me,” he said gruffly. He held the tissue to her nose. “Blow.”
“Jeez,” she muttered. “I can blow my own nose.”
“Sunshine River, stop grumbling and let me take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied. She blew her nose, letting him wipe it. Gross. Then he washed her face with the cloth and that felt really nice.
“Want your pajama bottoms pulled up?”
Huh? She looked down at herself then went bright red as she saw her pajama bottoms were stil
l down around her thighs and her top wasn’t long enough to cover her pussy.
“Eek!” She pulled the bottoms up, wincing.
“Why don’t you leave them off?” he suggested. “I’ll give you one of my T-shirts to wear.”
She nodded gratefully and he left, returning with a large T-shirt. She quickly put it on over her own T-shirt. When she was done, he drew her against his chest and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m really proud of you.”
“For getting spanked?”
He smiled. “No. For being brave enough to acknowledge what you need. You trust me. It’s not something I will ever betray.”
It was funny, she’d just been spanked until she’d sobbed and she knew she wouldn’t sit comfortable tomorrow. And yet she felt lighter, freer, happier than she had in a long, long time.
* * *
“Ouch, Daddy. Can’t we stand while you do this?” she complained, sitting between his legs as he brushed her hair. After that spanking, sitting on her bottom was not pleasant. She rubbed at her eyes. Shoot. Her early morning wake-up was going to make today hard.
“Part of being punished is having to sit on your sore bottom. Helps remind you to behave.”
Well, that just sounded like a stupid rule to her. She shifted around on her bottom. Even the cushion he’d put on the floor for her to sit on wasn’t helping.
“Sit still, little rebel. I’m trying to get these pigtails straight.”
She heaved a sigh and tried to sit as still as possible as he finished doing her hair. She jumped to her feet as soon as he declared he was done. But before she could move away, he wrapped his hands around her hips.
“Let’s have a look at how bad this bottom is.”
Uh-oh. She hadn’t expected that.
“It’s fine,” she said hastily.
“Really? All that complaining and now it’s fine?” he drawled.
She didn’t do that much complaining, had she? Sugar. Maybe she had.
“It’s all good now that I’m standing.”
“Let me see it, Sunny. I need to know that I didn’t go too hard on you.” His voice was serious and she turned her head to look down at him.
“It’s fine, Daddy. I promise.”
He shook his head. “T-shirt up, panties down and bend over.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. He couldn’t be serious! “I can’t do that!”