Chapter Forty-Two
DAISY
“For you being naughty so much, you’re going to get a spanking, and you’re going to write lines,” Daddy said.
Daisy fell to her knees as she looked up at Daddy.
“Not lines. Anything but lines. And not a spanking. Anything but a spanking. I don’t think I need to get punished, actually.
I think we can just say that we’re going to move on from now and that everything naughty from now on, you can spank me for. ”
Daddy didn’t look impressed one bit.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s not how it works, and you know it. I bet you’ve been feeling a little yucky and guilty with how naughty you have been.”
“Nope,” she quickly said and winced. “Okay, maybe I do feel a little bit guilty, but I just don’t think we need to do this. Next time I’m naughty, you can punish me.”
“And I think that as the day goes on and the weeks go on until you’re naughty next, the guilt is just going to consume you, and you’re going to become ill. I can’t have my Little Flower getting ill, can I?” Daddy asked.
“I don’t think I’m gonna get ill.”
Daddy raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think? But the last time you were naughty, you had so much guilt in you that you weren’t able to poop.”
Daisy’s eyes went wide as she stared at him. “You said you were never going to bring that up again! And yet here you are bringing it up. How dare you? And it wasn’t because I was feeling so guilty. I just don’t think I was eating well enough.”
“It definitely wasn’t because of your diet or how much you were drinking. Remember, I was the one who was feeding you and making you drink to make sure that you were regular. And yet, somehow, with all the guilt that you were feeling, you weren’t able to go.”
“Daddy,” she whined.
“No. We are doing this. I don’t need you getting sick. I don’t want you to feel guilty and beat yourself up for it. So we’re going to give you a spanking, and you’re going to do lines, and then the slate is wiped clean,” Daddy said.
“But—”
“No buts. Unless you want the spanking to turn into a butt plug, too. I do have one of those readily available. If you decide you don’t want this spanking, you can do that. But I have to say that part of your punishment is not going to be able to come when you need to,” Daddy trailed off.
That sounded like torture.
“So which one do you want?” Daddy asked.
“I’ll take the spanking,” she quickly said.
There was no way she was going to be turned on the whole time and not be able to come. Nope. That sounded like pure torture. To feel the butt plug move when she walked.
Nope.
If she could sit and do nothing, it was fine, but she figured Daddy would have her moving so that she felt it.
The mere thought of being so turned on and not getting any release haunted her.
Daddy hummed. “I think I just found out your punishment if you are extremely naughty.”
Her eyes went wide. “Nope. I mean. You can’t actually do that, can you?”
Daddy nodded. “I certainly can. Unless it becomes a hard limit.”
“I think it might,” she said before she could stop herself, and Daddy raised his eyebrow. “Okay, I lied. I don’t think it would become one, but I might die of being so turned on, and you don’t want that. You don’t want your precious Little Flower to die from that, do you?”
“Daddy doesn’t, but I don’t think you’ll die because of it. I think you’ll learn your lesson,” Daddy replied. “Now, do you want the spanking first, or do you want to do lines?”
She looked at her hands. If she did her spanking first, she was going to have to sit on a hot bottom. But if she did her lines first and then the spanking, she could lie on her stomach and color and not feel the pain.
“Hmm, I can see you thinking about this way too hard. We’ll do your spanking first.” Daddy grabbed her hand and walked over to the couch.
“Wait. I want to do lines first,” she quickly said.
“Why?” he asked.
“No reason. I just think after the spanking, my hand will be too tired to write, so I won’t be able to do that,” she quickly came up with an excuse.
“You’re lying. Do you want to try that again?” Daddy asked as he sat on the couch, pulling her between his legs.
She took a deep breath. Of course he could tell when she was lying.
“Okay, fine. I want to do the lines first, so I don’t have to sit on a hot bottom. I think it would be better that way,” she quickly said.
“And I think you should be able to feel your hot bottom as you write lines. So, we are going to do the spanking first.”
Daisy pushed her bottom lip out as Daddy pulled her pants and underwear down.
“I think it should be a rule that you shouldn’t wear any panties if you are home,” Daddy said. “That way I have easy access to give you a spanking or so I can give you an orgasm,” Daddy said as he trailed his thumb across her inner thigh.
Daisy clenched her thighs together and looked away from him. Oh, she could feel the pleasure of his words and fingers throughout her whole body. She liked the idea of not wearing any underwear so he could give her ecstasy at any moment.
“Come on. Over my lap,” Daddy said.
“I don’t think I really need to do this,” she whispered as he guided her over his lap. “I think we can talk about this and come to an agreement.”
“Nope. That’s not happening. You are going to get this spanking and do your lines.
Daddy hasn’t been taking good care of you, but that’s going to stop.
You are owed these punishments, so we are going to do them.
There is no changing my mind,” Daddy explained.
“Do you want me to hold your hands behind your back, or do you want to grip my leg?”
“I’ll grip your leg,” she mumbled as she did so. “How many am I going to get?”
“I’m not going to tell you,” he said.
“But you did the first time you gave me a spanking,” she pointed out.
“That was the first one, and I didn’t know how you were going to take it. But this time I’m not going to tell you,” he replied.
Daisy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be— her eyes flew open as Daddy’s hand landed on her bottom.
“Ouchie!” she yelled. “You didn’t even give me a warning.”
Her bottom throbbed in pain as he spanked her several more times, never hitting the same spot twice.
“Daddy!” She raised her voice, tears pooling in her eyes. “Daddy, please.”
“You’re doing okay,” he said between spanks. “If you need to say your safe word, you can.”
But she didn’t need to. She knew this punishment would get rid of the guilt she was feeling, but she wasn’t fully prepared for how much worse it would hurt.
Daddy landed several spanks to her sit spots before peppering her bottom with more. Sobbing, Daisy yelled out as he continued to spank her.
“Da-Daddy,” she stuttered.
But Daddy didn’t stop. If anything, his spanks got a little harder, making her go limp over his lap. Finally, the spanking stopped, and Daddy pulled her into his embrace, running his hands up and down her back.
“Such a good girl for Daddy, taking that spanking like a good girl you are,” he whispered. “Everything is okay. Let it all out.”
Daisy gripped his shirt, and she continued to cry into his chest. He held her for several minutes, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she started to calm down.
“Feeling better?” Daddy asked.
She pulled away and looked at him. His hand came up, wiping away the tears from her face as he gave her a small smile.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
“Let’s get you sitting at the table and writing your lines,” he said.
Daisy gripped onto his shirt, and he stood, holding her close to him. She didn’t want to be away from him. She wanted to be close and to never let go.
“Daddy will be sitting right next to you,” he stated. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He placed her on the chair, her bottom still naked and sore. Wincing, she tried to sit on her side, but Daddy pinned her with a look, and she immediately sat back down on her throbbing cheeks.
“You are going to sit on your bottom and do your lines,” he said. “It’s part of your punishment.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I want you to write ‘I will not keep anything from Daddy ever again’ fifty times and ‘I will always come to Daddy no matter what’ fifty times,” Daddy said as he wrote the examples on the top of the page.
“One hundred lines?” she asked. “That’s a lot, Daddy.”
“Do you want it to be more?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No, but it’s a lot for the first time,” she mumbled.
“How about seventy-five times for each one,” Daddy said. “Complain one more time, and it goes up.”
Daisy clamped her mouth shut and started to write her lines.
“Daddy,” she whined. “My hand is about to fall off.”
It was cramping so bad. She didn’t know how she was going to do anything else for the rest of the day. This was pure torture.
“Are you done?” he asked.
“I’ve got one more,” she whispered.
She painstakingly finished writing the sentence before holding both papers up to Daddy.
“Here you go,” she gently said.
Daddy took the papers and looked them over meticulously before his eyes found her. “Good girl. All is forgiven now.”
Daddy got up from his chair and walked over to her. She held her hands in the air, and he picked her up.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered in her ears. “Why don’t we go snuggle and color?”