18. Chapter 18
Daphne
Oh my god, oh my god. His hand hurt! She should not have tested him; no, she should not have.
She had to know what he would do, but this was a mistake.
Her butt was on fire and he showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
She squirmed and fought with everything she had.
His legs were like iron shackles though; she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Please, Daddy! I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’ll be a good girl. I’m sorry!” she screamed, feeling the tears burning in her eyes. She was in agony.
“I know you’re sorry. I also know you were testing me to see what Daddy would do if you were disobedient.”
“How did you know?” Her cheeks turned the same shade as her bottom as she hid in the comforter.
“Little girls often test their Daddies. It’s ok.
I expect you will test me and your Aunties and Uncles for the next while.
You need to know that you are safe here, safe with us.
We will prove that to you, even if it means giving you a hot bottom every day for a month.
” She screamed as an exceptionally hard swat landed on one sit spot, and then the other one.
Finally, the spanking stopped, and she relaxed over his knee, her breath coming in short pants.
“I’m sorry I was naughty and tested you, Daddy.” She sniffled pitifully.
“I know, but we’re not done yet.” He patted her bottom, making her hiss. “Stand up. No rubbing.” She did as she was told, wanting to escape those painful penalty swats.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really don’t need the belt. I’m really, really sorry. I promise I’ll behave.” She danced from foot to foot, her hands by her side. She didn’t want to be accused of rubbing her bottom, even if she was just trying to protect.
“You don’t make that choice; I do. Now bend over the bed. On your elbows, feet shoulder-width apart, bottom out.” He held the belt in his hand and she whimpered at the sight.
“H-how many am I g-getting?”
“As many as I deem necessary. If I have to tell you to get into position again, it will be three with my cane when we’re done.” At his raised eyebrow, she scurried into position. Her bottom high in the air, waiting for the discipline her Daddy would mete out.
He tapped the belt against her bottom, sending a shiver down her spine. The belt left her bottom, and a second later, the hot, searing pain of leather meeting flesh shocked her entire system. She came up on her toes, wiggling her bottom as the heat intensified across her bottom.
A second and then a third stroke fell. Her bottom was in absolute agony.
She yelled and apologized repeatedly, which did absolutely nothing.
He was an immovable force. Nothing she said was going to sway him from her punishment as stroke after stroke of his belt struck her naked, trembling cheeks.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the belt landed on the bed beside her, and a hand softly rubbed her raw skin.
“That is a very well-punished bottom. You took your spanking so well; I am so proud of you,” he cooed as he scooped her up and laid her on the bed, cuddling her from behind. His hand continued to run as her tears settled and her crying stopped.
“I’m sorry I was naughty.”
“You are all forgiven and have a clean slate.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.” He kissed her head and squeezed her tight. She had never felt more safe and secure in her entire life. She would have stayed like this forever, but her grumbling tummy pulled a chuckle from her Daddy. “Let’s go get the monster in your belly fed, huh?”
“Yes, please, Daddy. I am hungry.” She stretched and took his hand.
After picking out an adorable Christmas dress that had the words “naughty or nice” stitched across the chest, she declared herself festive enough to join the rest. Sore bottom or not, she hadn’t been this happy in a really long time.
Making their way to the kitchen, she smiled at the sight that greeted her.
Uncle Rory placed a cushion on her chair, winking at her embarrassment.
“Thank you,” she mumbled as she glared at him.
He just chuckled and ruffled her hair. “So I take it everyone heard me get my bottom spanked?” Her cheeks were as hot as her bottom at everyone’s nod.
“I’m sorry your bottom hurts.” Kiera sighed sympathetically.
“Me too, but I needed it and I think I wanted it, so it’s ok. My bottom hurts lots though, so I think I might behave for the rest of today. Maybe. We’ll see.” She grinned at the pained look on her Daddy’s face.
“Just remember the rule. If any adult has any reason to spank you, you will also get a spanking before bed.”
“Yes, Daddy. I ‘member.” She hummed happily as Auntie Freya put a bowl of chili in front of her. “Yum, I love chili.”
“Well this was the last of my frozen batch.”
“Oh no! What are we gonna do? I love chili. If this is the last of it, maybe we should save it.” She looked longingly at the bowl of chili but didn’t want to eat it if it was the last of it. What if they never got more of it? That would be so sad!
“Daphne, sweetheart, there are these things called grocery stores and I am going tomorrow to get stuff to make more chili and whatever else we need. It’s ok.
You are allowed to eat this and then I will make more.
I promise.” Auntie Freya set some cheese and sour cream in front of her so she could fix it how she wanted.
“Auntie Freya! You are being so sassy. Maybe YOU need to stand in the corner. We have to stand in the corner when we’re sassy.
” She dropped a big dollop of sour cream in her bowl and measured the cheese with her heart.
You could never have too much cheese in her opinion.
A sprinkle of hot sauce and her bowl was perfect.
“I am the grown up, you are not. Drop the sass or you will feel my spoon, Little girl. Now then, since I am going to the store, you need to help me make a list of foods you want. I won’t take no for an answer this time.
I know you have opinions and I want to hear them.
This is your home and you get to have a say in what I cook and what snacks we have in the house.
” She pinned her with a look that said, ‘I dare you to argue with me.’
“Yes, ma’am.” She took a bite and closed her eyes in appreciation. “There is one thing. If we could. Well, if I could, maybe. Maybe with some help.”
“Little Panda, just tell us what you want. I promise no one will be mad.” Her Daddy wiped her face and smiled at her.
“I know this is your kitchen, but I was wondering if I could make something for Christmas morning?” She looked sheepishly from her Daddy to Auntie Freya.
Auntie Freya came up to her and pinned her with a stern glare.
“You listen to me, Daphne Erin. This is your home. Yes, this is my domain, but it does not mean that you cannot cook in here. While you are in Little space, no one will allow you to cook unsupervised, but when you are in your adult headspace, you are 100% allowed to cook in here. If you need something or need some help, you just let me know and I will make sure you have what you need and help where I can. Now, tell me what you want to make on Christmas morning and I will see that we have everything you need.”
“I don’t know what y’all typically do, but hopefully we can add this to the menu. Growing up, we had a breakfast casserole thing, and it was so good. It had sausage and cheese and milk and some other things. But the secret ingredient is dried mustard. Oh, and croissants as the base.”
“That sounds delicious. We will definitely have to add a serving or two of that. I think these boys will eat it up.”
“I think so too.” Daddy smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Good job telling us what you want. That makes me very proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I think you will like it. It’s one of Damian’s favorites. I wonder if he still makes it. I’ll have to call and ask him later.” She finished her chili and sat back, patting her very full belly. “That was delicious chili, thank you, Auntie Freya.”
“You’re very welcome. Did you get enough or would you like some more? Or another piece of cornbread?”
“No, thank you. My belly is so super full. But save me some cornbread for a snack later.” She wiggled her eyebrows, making everyone chuckle.
“I will. Ok. Let’s make a list for the grocery run. Do you remember the recipe, or do you have it saved somewhere?” She put a piece of paper and a pen in front of her and tapped it. “Write what you remember and then we can look up a similar recipe if we need to.”
“I remember it, Auntie Freya.” She got to work writing, and her Daddy watched her closely. She could feel his eyes studying her every movement, and she felt so seen and supported. This family may have its darker issues but they loved fiercely, and she was grateful for each one of them.
“Alright, Little Panda, you stay here with your Auntie Freya for a bit and make a list of food and your Christmas list for Santa. Daddy and your Uncles have some things to take care of, and then I’ll be back later. Be good.”
“Yes, Daddy, I will be a good girl.” She smiled and kissed his nose and then his lips. “Please be safe. I need you. I know he can’t hurt you, but I need you safe,” she whispered in his ear as they embraced.
“I will always be safe, Little Panda. Always.” He smiled at her and watched as they left the room, leaving her, Kiera, and Auntie Freya alone in the kitchen.
“Can we go to the craft room, Auntie Freya?” she asked as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The cushion might be helpful, but her bottom was still sore, and she wanted to sit on the comfortable bean bag chairs. Plus, it was where all the glitter and fun stuff was for making lists for Santa.
“Take your bowls to the sink and then we can go. But I want you girls to behave with the glitter.” She eyed them both as they nodded and took their bowls to the sink.
The craft room was her second favorite room in the house behind the library.
There was everything you could think of and then some.
She plopped down on the pink fluffy bean bag chair and kept writing her list.
“How is your list coming, sweetheart?” Auntie Freya sat next to her, looking at her list.
“It’s coming. Turns out I can’t remember everything, but I think I got most of it.”
“And did you put some snacks and other things you like?”
“Oh yes. I got some Goldfish and some Oreos and some applesauce.”
“Good girl. When you are done with that, we will start on those lists to Santa.”
“Kiera, do you want to add anything?”
“Well… I don’t know how long I’ll be here. Daddy has some other people running the motel for us while we’re here cause it’s Christmas. People need a place to stay while they go skiing. But I don’t know how long we are staying up here.” She sounded so sad.
“I happen to know you will at least be here through Christmas. Beyond that, I’m not sure what the plan is, but regardless, you need snacks while you’re here.”
“Otay. I would like candy and cookies and ice cream, please.” Kiera tapped the paper for her to write those down.
“Sassy girl.” Auntie Freya laughed. “Those are fine, but we need a balance of things, so add some other stuff too. Like applesauce or carrots and ranch or other fruit, maybe?”
“Okayyyyyy. Carrots and ranch sound yummy, and I will eat pretty much alla the fruit. Oh, and bell peppers with ranch, too. That’s another yummy combination.”
“Oh! What about bananas with peanut butter?” Daphne chimed in.
“Yes! That’s the best combination. It’s so yummy. I love that, let’s get some of that, too.”
“Perfect. I think you have a great list for the store.” Auntie Freya took the list from them and tucked it away safely. “Now, onto the next part. Let’s get those Christmas lists done.”
“When are we gonna make cookies for Santa?”
“Tomorrow. I have to go buy all the ingredients.”
“But I wanted to do it today!” Daphne stomped her feet in protest. She knew logically it wasn’t a big deal, but her Little wanted to make cookies today and it wasn’t fair.
“Young Lady, I suggest you drop the attitude before I get my spoon out. We can make cookies after I buy the ingredients. Now. Are you going to be a good girl and come make your list, or do I need to go get my spoon?”
She could feel her cheeks heating as she debated what to do. On the one hand, her bottom was still sore, but on the other hand, she was anxious to see how Auntie Freya spanked. She really didn’t want three spankings today, so she decided to just be good for now.
“I’ll be good, Auntie Freya.” She got situated next to Kiera at the large white table. There was construction paper, fun scissors, glue, glitter, and many other things to make a sparkly, fun list for Santa.
“That’s a good girl. Thank you.” She beamed under her Auntie’s kind words. She wasn’t used to all this praise, but she wasn’t going to complain about it either. It made her feel good to be noticed and seen.
“Are you going to tell Daddy I was a good girl?”
“Of course I am. As long as you stay being good, he will get a very good report on you.”
“Oh goody. Thanks, Auntie Freya.” She smiled at the woman who was becoming more like a mother to her the longer she was here. She would always miss her own mother, but it was nice having a motherly figure in your life again. Shaking the sads away, she focused on her list.
She and Kiera crafted for what seemed like hours.
They chatted about anything and everything under the sun as they made their shiny papers and created the perfect list. Kiera had lotsa things on hers and she only had two.
Hers were big, though, and she hoped Santa could make them come true.
Only a few more days until Christmas and then she would know.