Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Connor watched the emotions flicker across Tessica’s face. He was certain that she wouldn’t be able to take the leap into her Little headspace without some help. Over the years, he’d found that making a Little stand in the corner while contemplating an inevitable spanking helped foster the feelings of dread and panic, which in turn helped push their adult side away. Making the punishment a big theatrical production generally did the trick for Littles who were struggling to fully commit.
“Okay.” Connor stepped forward, and grasped her upper arm.
“No!” Tessica said with panic as she tried to pull out of his grip. “I’ll go to the corner.”
“Yes you will,” Connor agreed as he towed her toward the bed. “After Daddy spanks you.”
She whimpered and shook her head again.
Connor ignored that and kept a grip on her arm though she was resisting. If she really wanted out of his grip, she’d be pulling a lot harder, and if she wanted it to stop, she’d use her safeword.
He sat on the corner of her bed with his knees spread, and pulled her in to stand directly between his knees. He let go of her arm, and put both of his hands on her hips to hold her still.
“Please, don’t.” She put her hands on his wrists and tried to push them off her hips without success.
“Look at me, Tessy,” he said gently.
She made eye contact and stopped resisting.
In a firm but calm tone Connor said, “Nothing you say is going to change my mind about spanking you. You made the decision not to obey me, and now you have to face the consequences of that decision. But you can make your spanking worse if you continue to struggle and argue with me. Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“No what?”
She focused on his lap. “No, Daddy.”
“Look at me and try that again.”
She visibly shivered as she dragged her eyes up to meet his. “No, Daddy.”
“Then I suggest you stand still.”
She took her hands off his wrists and let them hang by her sides.
Connor used his hands on her hips to turn her to the side, and made quick work of unzipping her skirt. It slipped down her legs to pool around her feet, leaving her bottom half naked. But the hem of her blouse came down far enough to keep her modesty intact when she was standing.
Keeping his hands on her hips, he moved her over to his right side, and then quickly bent her over his lap.
“Oh!” Tessica gasped as she fell. She grasped the comforter with one hand and gripped the lower leg of his slacks with the other.
He flipped her blouse up out of the way in the back and rested his right hand on the center of her bare backside.
“When I give you an order, I expect you to obey me. It doesn’t matter if you like the order or not, because Daddy knows what’s best for you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered with a sniffle.
He thought she sounded Littler already. “Good girl. Let’s make sure you remember.”
He gave her backside a solid slap, jolting her body forward an inch.
“Ow!” she whined. Her entire body tensed.
Before she could get past the sting, he landed a smack on the right side.
“Ow!”
He smacked the left side.
“Ow!” Her toes came off the carpet in a light kick.
Now that the initial shock was out of the way, he picked up the pace. He tried not to hit the same spot twice in a row, and within seconds she was yelping and kicking her toes into the carpet.
Once he was sure she wasn’t thinking about anything other than her current situation, he stopped spanking. Her body stilled and tensed almost immediately. He rubbed gentle circles on her back until her body slowly relaxed across his lap.
She sniffed and wiped her face with the sleeve of her blouse.
He could tell she wasn’t fully crying, even if a few tears might have slipped out.
“Okay, Tessy, I’m going to let you up, and you’re going to march yourself straight to the corner. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered.
He pulled her upright, stood up with her, and kissed her forehead before giving her a nudge toward the corner.
She quickly walked over to the junction where the walls met and stood facing it. The hem of her blouse had fallen back down to cover her bottom. She put her hands back to rub out the sting.
“Hands down at your sides,” Connor said.
She immediately put them down.
“What are you supposed to be thinking about while you’re in the corner, Tessy?”
“How naughty it was to work late instead of telling you I was nervous about tonight.”
“That’s right. And what’s going to happen after your corner time is up?”
“Y-you’re going to spank me again.”
“That’s right, I am. And what is that spanking going to be for?”
“For not telling you I was nervous.”
“Very good. Do you think that was naughty?”
Tessy shifted on her feet, and didn’t answer.
Connor nodded. Her reluctance to answer spoke volumes to him about her state of mind. She clearly wasn’t fully Little yet, but she wasn’t fully adult either. “Well, by the time Daddy’s done spanking your bare bottom, I’m certain you’ll be ready to agree that it was very naughty.”
She whimpered.
“Daddy’s going to go set a timer, and then I have to get my overnight bag out of my car. You stay right where you are and think things over. If you move out of the corner while I’m gone, I’ll reset the timer for another fifteen minutes. Is that clear, Tessy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Connor set the timer and took a couple of trips to the car to get his overnight bag and some shopping bags. He put the groceries away before picking up one of the kitchen chairs and carrying it to the bedroom along with one of the shopping bags. Glancing at Tessy to make sure she was still facing the corner before he set the chair down, he took note of her stiff posture.
“Did you stay in the corner while I was busy, Tessy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And have you been thinking about your naughty behavior?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You have about five minutes left.” He sat in the kitchen chair, unbuttoned and rolled up his shirt sleeves, and then sat quietly to watch Tessy. Moments after he stilled, she started to fidget and shift her weight from one foot to the other. He hoped adult Tessica was slowly receding into the background as she stood in the corner.
The kitchen timer buzzed, and Tessy gasped.
“Okay, Tessy, turn around.” While she was watching him, he pointed to a spot on the floor next to his right leg. “Come here, so Daddy can spank your naughty little bottom.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she slowly walked toward him while shaking her head. “Please don’t spank me again, Daddy.”
He hoped that making her walk to him, would push her to feel vulnerable and completely dependent on him. That way she’d already be in the right headspace by the time he had her over his lap, and he wouldn’t have to spank particularly hard to make her feel truly punished. “That’s not an option. Daddy knows what’s best for you, even if you don’t like it.”
She stopped just out of reach. “I’ll be good.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will be, especially after Daddy spanks the naughtiness out of you. Right here, Tessy.” He pointed to the indicated spot once more.
Breaking down into noisy sobs, she took the last couple of steps.
“Good girl.” He eased her face down across his thighs. He propped his right leg up a few inches higher than the left so that her bottom was the highest point of her body and her toes came up off the floor. Then he flipped the hem of her blouse out of the way again.
He wrapped his left arm around her waist and held her snugly against his torso. Speaking sternly, he said, “You do not hide things from Daddy.”
His hand slapped against her backside six times starting with her sit spots and moving up.
“Oww! Daddy, oww!” She kicked her feet and cried through it.
He paused long enough to say, “You do not use work as a way to avoid Daddy.”
Six more spanks covered the same pattern, hitting already stinging skin.
“Oww! Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t – won’t do it again!”
Pausing again, he said, “When you’re nervous, worried, or scared, I expect you to tell Daddy about it immediately so I can try to fix it.”
The next six spanks made Tessy kick and throw a hand back to cover her bottom. “Oww! I will! Daddy I will! No more!”
He let go of her waist and grasped her wrist in one large hand. Then he tucked her arm under her own belly while still holding her wrist so that his arm was back around her waist.
“Daddy decides when the spanking is over, not you, Tessy. This spanking is teaching you a lesson. Daddy can tell exactly when all the guilt and naughtiness has been spanked out of his Little girl, and we’re not quite there yet.”
“Daddy, please,” she begged as she squirmed to get her bottom out of the line of fire.
“Do you think it was naughty of you to keep things from me?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy, it was,” she said. “I’m sorry!”
He could tell she wasn’t full-on crying but she was sniffling. Hopefully having a conversation with her naked bottom in the air waiting to be spanked some more would bring on the waterworks sooner rather than later. He thought that pausing and making her answer some questions and repeat some uncomfortable phrases would push her Little side to the forefront.
“Good girl. If you hide things from Daddy again, you’ll be going right back over my knee for another bare-bottom spanking. Is that clear, Tessy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Let’s be sure. Tell me what happens if you hide things from me.”
“You’ll s-spank me.”
“No, be specific. Tell me exactly what I’m going to do if you hide things from Daddy again.”
Squirming even more she said, “Y-you’ll put me over your knee and spank my b-bare bottom.”
“That’s right, I will. You think about that while I finish the lesson, and then we’ll be all done.”
Before she could say anything else, he started spanking again. But this time he aimed every swat on her sit-spots moving from right to left and back again.
“Oww! Daddy! Oww! Owww!” She broke down into noisy sobs when he didn’t stop at six spanks. Her feet kicked the air as if trying to run away from the horrible sting.
Knowing that he’d gotten her to the place where she needed to be, he stopped spanking. Her feet kept kicking even after the swats stopped.
“Okay, sweetheart, all done.” Connor rubbed her back with the hand that had been spanking her moments ago. “I know for sure you’ve learned your lesson, and you’ve got a clean slate.”
She stopped kicking and put all her energy into crying.
He let go of her captured wrist. “Let’s get you upright so you can sit on Daddy’s lap and get a hug.” Gently, he flipped her over, spread his legs so that her sit spots were pressure free between them, and then pulled her upper half into a hug.
Her hands automatically clutched his shirt, and she pressed the side of her face against his chest as she continued to cry.