Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“When you had trouble keeping the sunglasses on, why didn’t you come to Daddy for help?”
Confusion flickered across her face, and something inside him snarled. The sight of her uncertainty sent a hard, violent urge through his veins. Erwin was lucky he wasn’t standing there. Very lucky.
“I could handle it. Besides, I wouldn’t want to bother you with something like that.”
That’s what he’d thought. “I want you to come to me when you need something, firefly. You’re used to doing everything for yourself, but that has changed. I’m here to help you. You will never be a bother. That’s not how real Daddies think. That may take some time to get used to, but we’ll practice.”
He gave her a moment to process his words. She shrugged. “I thought I’d be fine.”
“That’s not the point. What did Daddy say about the sunglasses?”
His babygirl wore her heart on her sleeve. Her every feeling shone in her face. And right now, her face said she did not like the direction their conversation was going. Still, she gave him an honest answer. “You said not to take them off.”
“That’s right. And why did I want you to keep them on?”
“So I wouldn’t get hurt running around in the sun.”
“Two for two. You knew that, but you let your stubbornness outweigh your smarts, and that’s why you are in trouble.”
Her bottom lip wobbled. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” She needed to understand this wasn’t about anger. “I’m worried about you. The next time you break a rule, you may get hurt even more. So what do you think I’m going to do to keep that from happening?”
“I think you’re going to recharge my rememberer.”
That time, he couldn’t keep his grin back. His firefly did have a way of summing up the main point, now, didn’t she?
“What if I say I’m sorry?” she offered.
“I’d say I’m happy to hear that.”
She sighed. “But it doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Not even close.”
She tilted her head and studied him. “What if I say I don’t want a spanking?”
He shrugged. “I’d say that’s your smart kicking back in. Then I’ll put you over my knee.”
Her breathing quickened as she whispered, “Then what?”
“Then I’ll flip up that pretty skirt, pull down your leggings and panties, and spank your rule-breaking backside.”
Swallowing hard, she glanced at the brush on the table in front of them. “Are you going to use that?”
“Yep. I’m spanking you with my hand and the brush. But I’ll give you a choice of which you want me to use first.”
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Since this is my first spanking, could you just use your hand?”
His eyes followed the trail of her tongue, as he reminded his cock now wasn’t the time. “This isn’t a negotiation, babygirl. This is you learnin’ that I mean what I say. Now, which order do you want this to happen? Hand then brush, or brush then my hand?”
Her eyes teared up, and her voice grew younger. “I’ll do what you say from now on. I promise.”
Ah, the pleadings of a wayward Little trying to get out of her punishment.
“I’ll be good from now on.”
“Oh, I have no doubt. This is going to make that even easier to remember. Now let’s get you over my knee.” He took her hand and guided her over his lap. He picked up one of the throw pillows and placed it under her head. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
She nodded. “I’ve never used one, but I’ve read about them.”
He tensed. Had she never used one because she hadn’t needed it, or because Erwin wouldn’t allow it? He’d ask her about that later, but right now he wanted to get this over and done. “Do you have a safe word?”
“No, but I know most people use the word red.”
“Is that something you can remember?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to use that safe word if your head starts hurting or you start feeling sick. This is a punishment, so it’s going to hurt your bottom.
If you need to tell me something very important, say yellow.
We will stop long enough for me to hear what you have to say.
Be warned, you only say yellow for legitimate reasons.
I don’t want this spanking to hurt anything except your bottom.
Not anywhere else on your body, nor in your emotions.
If that happens, you say red or yellow. If you understand me, tell me why I am spanking you. ”
“Because I broke a rule.”
“You did, and that set the ball rolling. But I’m spanking you because I care enough to keep you safe and healthy.”
“But I will, Daddy. I’ll be the safest, healthiest Little ever.”
“Yep. After this, I expect you will. Now, do you want me to start with my hand or the hairbrush?”
“I want you to start with your hand, Daddy. That way, my butt will be numb by the time you get to the brush.”
“If you say so, little one.” He put a hand in the small of her back to keep her still.
“I’m not going to ask you to do anything.
You get fifteen swats with my hand and five with the hairbrush.
It is fine to cry, and wiggling a bit is expected, but do not try to wiggle off my lap, and do not put your hand back to cover your bottom.
Both those things could harm you, and if you do either of them, I’ll give you all the remaining swats with the hairbrush. Do you understand?”
His girl nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He tightened his grip on her hip, then lifted her ruffled skirt to rest on the small of her back.
“W-wait! What are you doing?”
“We already talked about this. Naughty little girls who don’t mind their Daddies get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he told her. “Do you need to use your safe word? Because if you don’t say yellow, these leggings and panties are going down to your ankles.”
Her bright blue eyes shot to his. Sticking her hand out to the side, she wiggled her fingers. “Will you hold my hand?”
That wasn’t yellow or red. She understood what he’d said, so he took her hand and pinned it to the small of her back as well.
Hooking a finger under the waistband of her leggings and white cotton panties, he skimmed them down her legs.
To make sure she was putting no pressure on her forehead, he lifted her bare legs to rest on the couch.
He placed his hand on her bottom and rubbed the smooth skin. “What did Daddy tell you?”
“You said not to take off my glasses,” she answered.
She went back and forth from scraping her toes on the leather cushion to burying them in the space between it and the arm of the couch. Finally, she gave up and crossed her ankles. It was adorable.
“And what did you do instead?” He kept his voice deep and stern. Her muscles in her bottom flexed as he continued to rub. He waited for her answer.
“I took them off.”
That was all he needed. He smacked her bottom.
Her breath hitched. Her feet lifted from the cushion before thudding back into place.
Although he wanted to get his point across, since this was her first spanking, he didn’t intend for it to be harsh.
She would always remember her first spanking as it would set the standard for the future.
“You’ve put a lot of effort into making it over my knee, naughty girl. I hope it was worth it.”
He spanked her then, the palm of his hand smacking her bottom with a gusto that soon brought a rosy-pink blush to both cheeks.
He swatted her in sharp, steady spanks, moving back and forth from cheek to cheek.
Two high, two on the swell of her bottom, two lower where her backside met her thighs.
delivering his swats in rounds of four. Before long, she was yelping and gasping.
“Oh. Ow! Daddy, please! I’m sorry. I promise I’ll mind you—ow!—from now on!”
He loved the way her flesh wobbled. She was twisting her hips and clutching at his thigh and knee. Since he had promised to only give her fifteen smacks with his hand, he wanted them to communicate how serious he was.
He knew he’d made his point when she ripped the hand he was holding from his grasp and shot it back to protect her hot bottom. “Naughty girl,” he scolded, catching her wrist and pinning it back to her lower back again. “What did you just do?”
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I d-didn’t mean t-to reach b-back. But it hurts!”
Her voice trembled, and tears tracked down her cheeks as she looked at him over her shoulder. But she didn’t say red, so it wasn’t time to stop.
“I’m sorry, too, firefly. You’ll find I’m a man of my word, so the rest of your punishment will be with the brush. You now have seven licks instead of five.”
She caught her breath when she felt him press the back of the brush to her bottom, but promptly lost it again as the first crisp impact of that hairbrush met the center of her right bottom cheek.
Stiffening, Fiera sucked a startled gasp. A flush of bright pink rose to stain a perfect oval upon the surface of her skin. It was a brisk spanking, one meant more to make his point than to impart pain, although judging by her reaction, a significant amount of both was happening.
She twisted, her hips waggling from side to side as she squeaked and squealed and finally threw back her head and wailed. She bounced and stamped, but her hand didn’t reach back again. She also never used either of her safe words.
She only yelled once, in fact, and that was just as the hairbrush rebounded off her for the seventh and final time. “Ow! Owie! Can we be done, Daddy!”
“It’s okay,” Mace soothed, tossing the hairbrush back onto the coffee table before allowing his hand to rest upon the flushed and heated surface of her naked backside. He rubbed gently. “You’re okay.”
Fiera’s breath hitched, a soft, wounded sound that scratched his heart. In the time-honored ritual of Littles, she scissored and kicked her legs to relieve the pain. In all that, though, she never once protested his touch or tried to twist away.
His touch shifted from correction to comfort as his palm moved slow and steady over her heated skin long after the last swat had faded into memory. Her body responded to him by the time he stopped, her hips lifting slightly, pressing back as if asking for… something more.
“Can I sit up now, Daddy?” she asked, her voice thin and trembly.