“Tell me what you’re sorry about.” I kept my hand bouncing on her skin so that the sting would keep getting worse.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry I lied! I was sorry when I wrote my confession!” Another sob rolled from Chrissy’s throat.
“Then why did you confess?” I pulled her closer.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” She squealed and bounced on my knee. “I—I knew you were the only one who could help me learn how to be the girl I’ve always pretended to be!”
“With accountability?” I looked down at her. “And punishment?”
“Yes…” She nodded and slumped forward. “I’ve needed it for a really long time.”
She might not have been taken to the limit, but she had gained clarity. That was more valuable than testing her limit to see how much she could take. I was pretty sure she would end up across my knee again—one spanking wasn’t going to fix everything. It was a journey, and she had barely found her footing so that she could start her walk towards the future she wanted. The first step of the journey had been taken, and her punishment was over. I pulled Chrissy off my knee and held her in my arms. She really did deserve to be spanked for a little bit longer—but she didn’t need it. The appropriate lesson had been learned. It was the beginning, but it definitely wasn’t the end.
“Thank you…” She leaned against my chest and dug her fingernails into my shirt.
“Are you going to thank me every time I spank you?” I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her closer.
“I don’t know—I just feel like I should.” She exhaled sharply and I felt her tremble as a few more tears soaked into my shirt.
It was the first time I had held a woman in my arms that was naked from the waist down without having a million dirty thoughts in my head. Things had evolved. I wasn’t focused on my lust. I just wanted to take care of the girl in my arms and help her find a way to move past her mistakes as she embraced the future she wanted. The desire wasn’t completely gone, but I found my place on the right side of the very blurry line. When the door in my head tried to open, I held it shut. I could be Chrissy’s Daddy—if that was what she needed.
“Are you ready to talk?” I gently caressed her hair once she was no longer crying.
“I—I guess so.” She gave me a slight nod and leaned back.
“If you want me to be your Daddy, then we need to discuss the rules.” I tilted my head to the side.
“What do you mean?” She gave me a slightly perplexed stare. “You already went over the rules with me…”
“That was when I thought you were a good girl. Now that I know the truth, my expectations are going to be a little higher.” I nodded and made eye contact. “There will be no drinking—no parties—and you will have a curfew.”
“A curfew? Really?” She raised her eyebrows in concern.
“Do we need to discuss that while you’re over my knee?” I growled under my breath.
“No!” She shook her head back and forth. “No drinking, no parties, and I’ll have a curfew.”
She’s learning…
“I know you won’t have homework in the traditional sense while you’re in college, but there will still be assignments—and I expect you to work on them every day when you get home.” I brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“Procrastination is one of my weaknesses…” She nodded. “I’ll try to do better.”
“I don’t want you try.” I stared into her eyes. “I want you to prove that you’re not the same girl that made all of those mistakes in high school.”
“I already know what will happen if I don’t…” She looked down at my knee.
“That’s a motivator, but I want you to find your own inner resolve—because it’s what you truly want, not because you’re afraid you will get spanked if you don’t do what you’re supposed to.” I nodded and pulled her close for another hug.
“Thank you—again.” She sighed as her head dropped down against my shoulder.
I guess I’m her new Daddy…
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