6. Chapter 6 #2
Exposed and vulnerable, she stood on shaking legs as she waited for the first strike to land.
She felt the gentle tap of the switch on her bottom before it left and came back with a swoosh and thwack.
A hot, searing line of pain exploded on her ass and she twisted away, standing up and protecting her bottom with her hands.
“No, no, no, no more. Please, no more. That was awful, please. I’m so, so sorry. Please, Uncle Liam!” She danced in place, rubbing fiercely at the sting, begging for it to be done, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Back in position. You have 11 more. If you move again, I will have to start over and I really don’t want to do that.
” His gentle, pleading words calmed her racing heart.
She choked on a sob as she got back into position, his hand on her back.
The action forced her bottom out as if it was asking for the licks.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Liam!” she shrieked as another painful stroke hit her trembling cheeks, but managed to stay in position.
Ten more times the switch fell, crisscrossing across her bottom.
He spared her thighs, which she was eternally grateful for.
The agony was unbearable. She never wanted to experience that hell again as long as she lived.
When it was over, he drew her into his arms. She clung to him, seeking whatever comfort she could.
Moving to the couch, she settled on his lap, sobbing against his chest. Her bottom was on fire, and her heart was sad.
She had never had three spankings in one day and she made a promise to herself that she would never be that naughty again.
She had a moment of panic as she thought about her naughty behavior, but then Liam’s deep voice broke through to her.
“You have had a hard day, Daphne. But you are totally forgiven. We love you and we aren’t going anywhere.
You are forgiven, Daphne Erin. I am so proud of you for taking your punishment so well.
Three spankings in one day might be your new record, but let’s not try to beat that in the future, huh?
” She gave him a watery giggle when he tickled her sides.
“I never will again. That was a-awful. Switches should never be used, Uncle Liam.” She shivered just thinking about it.
He laughed and booped her nose. “I’m sure you and just about every Little girl wishes that. Unfortunately for your bottom, we are surrounded by switches and will not hesitate to use one if needed. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Yes, Uncle Liam. I’m sorry I was so naughty.” She sighed and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
“Now, while I have got you here in my lap, we need to talk to your Uncle Eamon about riding.” He raised his eyebrow at her huff.
“Ok, but can he NOT be my uncle right now? I’m kinda mad at him.” She glared at the man who was laughing and smirking at her in the chair across from them.
“That’s fine, but you will be respectful or else,” he warned.
“Yes, Sir. I promise I will be.” She paused, her eyes going wide.
“Wait! You’re E. You’re Boss E. You’re Damian’s best friend.
The best friend who hated me growing up cause you would never come visit Damian if I was around.
Why has it taken me this long to figure that out? ” She smacked her hand on her forehead.
“I absolutely did not hate you, Little girl. Your brother did not want my lifestyle around him. I will tell you more later about how we met as boys and what happened, but he never wanted the mafia around you and so I tried to stay away. But I never hated you. I protected you as best I could by staying away.”
“I don’t believe you, but I don’t really want to talk about it right now.” She pouted.
“Ok, we can save that conversation for later. This morning you said that you didn’t want to go riding because you didn’t want to hurt the horses, is that right?”
“Yes, Sir.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
“It’s just that I know I’m not skinny like Kiera.
I’m learning to love me for me, but I also know that I’m just not a small person.
I think it would be mean to ride a horse at my current weight.
They can only carry 20% of their body weight and I’m sure there aren’t any horses here who would fit that. ”
“When was the last time you weighed yourself?” Uncle Liam asked her.
“I don’t know? A while ago. I stopped because he…
well…never mind. I used to be thinner and ride all the time.
I loved riding. Now I feel like I am too big.
I don’t want to hurt the horse.” She sniffled.
She hated that she was like this, but body image had always been a struggle for her.
Her brother had tried to help her, but her ex-husband made sure she knew just how unattractive she was.
It was Eamon who spoke up next, his voice like ice. “You are not too fat for any of my horses, Little girl, and you will not say negative things about yourself. I know you hate me right now, but that is your number one rule. No negative self-talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pouted and clung to her Uncle, her safe place right now.
“You are curvy and gorgeous,” he added, almost as if by mistake. She looked at him with wide eyes. There is no way he meant what he just said. No one like him would ever want a girl like her. That was only for fairytales.
“Now then, let’s head upstairs and get some lunch.
Your Auntie Freya will be eager to meet you and spoil you.
But I don’t want to hear any more negative talk.
We create the narrative and we have to speak words that will build us up, not tear us down.
” Uncle Liam gave Eamon an odd look she couldn’t decipher.
“Yes, Sir. I will try to remember that.” She knew she was sulking, but she didn’t have the energy to care right now. Maybe another day.