Daddy's Reluctant Little (Wounded Daddies 3)

“It also means that when you misbehave, or when you do something self-destructive or destructive to others, I’m going to punish you.” Her eyes grew wide and I said, “So. What’s it going to be? Are you going to let me be your Daddy and to teach you how to be a good little girl.”

She trembled as she asked, “What kind of pun— No. I don’t care what the punishment is. Yes. I want you to care for me. Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I said sternly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly.

“Good girl,” I said. I kissed her forehead and then I said, “You stole from me and almost got another employee fired for it.” She looked as if she was going to cry and I held up a hand. “No. The time for tears is over. Those are just the facts, little girl. I’m not angry anymore. You just need to understand what it means to hurt yourself and the people around you. Do you understand?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Stand up,” I said. “You’re getting one spank for every ten dollars you stole. That’s twenty-five spanks. Do you understand?”

“Oh, God,” she said.

“Do you understand?” I asked in a tone of voice that immediately made her nod.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Over my knee,” I said.

She moved very slowly, because she was afraid, but she wasn’t trying to delay or stop things. I let her work up the courage by herself and she finally stood next to me and then climbed onto the couch and lay over my lap. I felt such sympathy for her and I didn’t relish having to spank her. I also worried because this was the first time I’d seen her naked.

Her body was perfect and I was definitely worried about becoming aroused, which would defeat the whole point of this being punishment.

“Are you sure you want to be my little girl?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said. The nervousness in her voice was very clear. I brought my hand down in a hard slap on her ass. She gasped and then let out a bit of a whimper.

“One,” I said. Her whimpers grew stronger, when she realized twenty-four more were coming. The next four spanks were so damned difficult to administer. I had to remind myself over and over that she’d agreed to them and that this was something she needed. I landed another spank and said, “Six.”

By now, her ass was bright red and I could tell she was desperately trying to keep from crying. I was ready to tell her I thought she’d learned her lesson and we could stop, but she surprised me and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m ready for nineteen more.”

I really wanted to stop then, but if I’d learned anything, it was that I had to keep my word, especially with punishments. My hand fell and then it fell again. By the time fifteen were remaining, she was crying. With each additional spank, she yelped and the crying got louder. I imagined she would have a very, very hard time sitting down for a while.

I hesitated once more, with ten left, and again she told me she was sorry and she was ready for the punishment. I landed the ten spanks at a slightly faster pace and when it was over, she cried more freely.

I let her lie there for a while, gently stroking her hair and then I said, “Okay. It’s over. You don’t need to feel guilty about it anymore, either.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said through her tears.

“Back on your knees, little girl,” I said.

She obeyed even though it was obvious it gave her a lot of discomfort. When she was on her knees, I said, “You aren’t helpless. You don’t need to solve every problem instantly, and you must come to me for help when you feel as if you’re going to do something like this, again.”

She swallowed hard and then nodded. “Yes, Daddy,” she said.

Yes, Daddy. God, that was good to hear.