Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
I t was funny that Daddy was going to dress her, only to turn around and undress at least part of her. But having Remy tow her to the bedroom by the hand and stand her in the walk-in closet while he picked out her outfit from the Little side of the closet helped to ease some of the emotional whiplash she’d experienced. It was almost like she got a do-over and could slip into Little space, instead of being thrown ass over teakettle into it.
“There,” her Daddy pronounced after getting her dressed in a white t-shirt with puffy cap sleeves and light pink jumper with her favorite thigh high kitty cat socks. They were white and had kitty faces on the knees with little ears sticking up. “There’s my Little Nono.”
Yes, she felt Little now for sure, and even though she was nervous about her first punishment, she let Remy steer her over to an armless chair by the fireplace. He sat down and then tugged her over his thighs.
So embarrassing to be ass up over her Daddy’s knee, but also comforting somehow. Especially when he rubbed the backs of her thighs above where her stockings ended but her backside hadn’t begun. No undies as usual when she was Little.
“Daddy’s going to spank you for ten minutes, Nono. The next time you break a rule, it’s going to be fifteen. I’m going to give you a good warm-up because I’m not trying to mark you much, but by the end it’s going to hurt. If it gets to be too much, you say so, but keep in mind that this is discipline and not fun. Do you understand, Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m going to start the timer and then begin your disciplinary spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Nuala wasn’t sure how she’d feel about being spanked for discipline instead of for fun. But no matter how this went, she appreciated how clear her Daddy was about what was going to happen, and how steady he was.
Her stomach was all anxious butterflies—or maybe hummingbirds, like her Daddy called her—but weirdly enough, that settled some once he started to spank her. That was familiar and expected, and she’d learned from her time with Anthony about how to feel everything, but to let it surround her, instead of drown her. Even when Daddy switched gears from warm-up to punishment, she could still manage.
“You’re being spanked for moving heavy things by yourself. Daddy is spanking your bottom to discipline you for breaking the rules, and also to help you remember them in the future. Little girls aren’t strong enough to move heavy things all alone. Little girls need their Daddies to help them.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Nuala agreed, even as Remy’s big hand came down across her backside.
It felt like he was talking about more than picking up boxes or moving furniture. Maybe he didn’t mean it that way, but her heart thought her Daddy was trying to tell her it was okay to flat out need him. For anything.
“One of the ways Little girls learn is by having their Daddies spank them until their sweet little bottoms are bright red and stinging.”
Then Remy must be a really good Daddy, because her backside was feeling very well spanked. All hot and ouchie, and she didn’t think he was done yet.
Remy had been keeping an eye on the timer and trying to pace himself with how hard and fast he was spanking Nuala. They were at the nine-minute mark and her precious little bottom was red and hot.
He’d had to trap her thighs between his own and pin her wrists to the small of her back, because she’d gotten squirmy and evasive. Which wasn’t intentional misbehavior on her part, he knew, but pure self-preservation. Maybe they’d work on her staying still, or maybe not, because he loved holding her down.
For the last minute, he really lit into her, blows coming hard and fast but with no predictable rhythm. His little hummingbird tried to flail but was trapped, so she was left with making noise as her only outlet.
“Ow, Daddy! That hurts. I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
Nuala was whimpering and on the verge of tears when the timer went off. He could’ve made her cry, but he was confident he’d gotten his point across and Nuala had learned a lesson without turning into a sobbing mess.
“There now, Nono. All done. You’re all done,” he told her, rubbing her bottom that was such a beautiful shade of red and hot to the touch. “Let’s sit you up for some huggles with Daddy.”
Carefully, he got her disentangled and upright, and then settled her on his lap and took her in his arms to rock her a bit. He’d heard of some Littles who had a hard time seeking comfort from the person who’d disciplined them, but Nono didn’t seem to have that issue at all.
No, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck while he stroked her hair and her back and praised her.
“You were such a good girl,” he crooned into Nono’s shell of an ear. “Such a good girl taking your spanking. You’re not going to move heavy things by yourself ever again, are you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“And that’s why Daddies spank their Little girls’ bottoms. To help them remember the rules.”
Also because it turned him on like a fire hydrant being opened, but that was mixed with a genuine desire to keep Nuala safe.
“Since you were such a good girl accepting your discipline, you get a reward. Are you ready for it now or do you need more huggles?”
Nono sat up, and he could see her face. She tilted her head like a curious puppy, and he had to swallow a laugh. “I get a reward? I thought I just got punished.”
“That’s not how this works,” he told her with a shake of his head. “At least not between you and me. You might do naughty things but you’re never a bad girl. And you accepted your discipline without arguing or complaining. It’s all over now, and you can have a treat if you want it.”
“Oh, I want it.”
He chuckled at her earnest insistence.
“Then you’re going to have it.”