Daddy's Submissive Little (Wounded Daddies 2)

She immediately stands up and strips. I have to remind myself that she’s being punished, because this is the first good look I’ve had at her naked form. Our first time – so quick there was no time – still lingers in my mind, but now nothing is hidden. I reach for her hand and pull her to me. She lets out a small cry when she realizes I’m bending her over my knee.

“Ten spanks, little girl,” I say and when the first lands, she yelps and starts crying.

I wonder if I need to stop, but after a moment she says tearfully, “Ten spanks is fair, Daddy.”

“You will learn that you have a right to speak and a right to be heard,” I say. My hand lands again and she yelps again, crying a little more loudly. My heart melts for her. “You have a right to say what you want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says and my hand comes down again. Her lovely heart-shaped rear is already pink from the spanking, but I feel as though my life has meaning again; meaning I lost somewhere along the way.

“Nobody gets to tell you your worth, little girl,” I say. “You are strong and independent and you’re entitled to say what’s on your mind.”

My hand comes down again and she yelps out, “Yes, Daddy!”

“Are you entitled to have a say in your life, little girl?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says and I bring my hand down again, a little harder than before, just to put an exclamation point on the subject. She yelps loudly.

“Are you entitled to have a say in your life, little girl?” I ask again.

She tells me again that she is and I let another spank fall. This girl is perfect and, if I feel any regret, it is only that I didn’t tell her there would be twenty spanks.

God, I love her.

“Are you entitled to love?” I ask and I deliver another hard spank before she can answer. After she yelps, she says that she is and I know that the tears that flow have little to do with the pain of the spanking.

“Good,” I say. “Because I love you and I’ll be damned if anyone treats the woman I love as if she isn’t worthy of everything. Even you.” My hand lands again and I follow it up with another spank. Both are very hard and her ass is bright red.

“Do you understand?” I ask sternly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.

“One more, little girl,” I say and her body tenses as I lift my hand.