22. Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
BETSY
“ Y ou have a count of two to get over my lap before you regret it.”
Count of two, not three? That was such an odd number to pick.
“One.”
She launched herself over Daddy’s lap. She was already in big trouble for lying and putting herself in danger along with sticking her tongue out at him twice. Did she really want to add more onto it?
Betsy didn’t know what came over her when she stuck her tongue out at him. What possessed her to do that? She didn’t know, but she had done it and part of her felt a little good. Maybe she was trying to test Daddy and he hadn’t taken it. So he wouldn’t let her run all over him.
“Next time I shouldn’t have to count.”
Her whole body was stiff over his lap, waiting for him to do something, anything.
“Is someone else being in the apartment a hard limit while you get spanked?” Daddy asked.
“No,” she said, confused for a second before she realized why he was asking that.
Angelo was still here. Was he going to watch?
Before she could think about anything else, Daddy had her pants and underwear pulled down over her bottom. He lifted her hips just slightly, her pants and underwear getting moved. His hands slowly started to rub her bottom.
“Do you know how worried sick Daddy was when you called and hung up? Do you know how worried Daddy was when I looked at the camera feed to see you passed out on the ground? I thought you were dead.”
Guilt engulfed her. She hadn’t thought about that at all. She had only thought about her and not wanting to disappoint Daddy.
“Why did you keep it from Daddy?” he asked.
“It wasn’t yours to deal with,” she whispered.
“You’ve said that before, but I also think there is something else.”
How did he know? Could he read her mind?
“What else was it?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear her.
“Why?”
Tears pooled in her eyes. He knew why.
“Daddy.”
“No, Daddy wants to know why you didn’t tell me. Why you didn’t want to disappoint me.”
“Because you already knew I didn’t look into people before. I didn’t want this to get out and you will be disappointed because I didn’t look into the person.”
She had no clue what job this was from. Could it have been from a couple months ago, years ago, or was it just recent?
“Am I a little disappointed? Yes, but we already talked about fixing you not looking into people. You aren’t going to do that again, so you’re okay.”
She didn’t feel okay. Betsy felt anything but okay. This had escalated and she didn’t know how to get it to stop. She had tried looking into the person, but she couldn’t find anything.
Nothing.
Zilch.
Nada.
How? She was a good hacker who could find almost anything about a person. Why couldn’t she find out who this person was? Were they a better hacker than her or know someone who was?
“You’re going to get several spankings with my hand and then you’re going to get a couple with a hairbrush,” Daddy informed her.
She wiggled on his lap, trying to get out. She didn’t want to get spanked with a hairbrush, she didn’t want to get spanked at all.
“No!” she whined. “No hairbrush!”
“You are allowed to say your safeword if you need to, but your punishment will just be dealt with in a different way. Can you tell me what your safe word is?”
“Daddy!”
A smack landed on her bottom, making her yell out in shock.
“That isn’t your safe word. Tell Daddy what your safe word is.”
“Red.”
“Good girl. Daddy is going to start spanking you.”
She moved her legs, trying to get out of his hold, but she couldn’t. Daddy had moved his leg to where they were trapping hers so she was held in place.
“Please, Daddy!” She begged. “I’m sorry!”
“What you did was naughty and you know it. I bet you have all this guilt inside of you. You need to be punished, but once the punishment is over, then all is forgiven.”
Betsy didn’t want to be punished though. She knew it was going to hurt and she wasn’t ready for that.
“Daddy!”
Before she could say anything else, several spankings landed on her bottom, resulting in her clenching and yelling out. She felt herself getting turned on as he landed several more. Betsy had only read in books where Little girls got turned on, but she didn’t figure it was actually true.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
She cried out in pain as his spankings got harder.
“Please!” she begged.
But Daddy didn’t stop. If anything, it made him spank her harder and faster. She cried out as he hit her sit spot several times.
“This should help you remember to come to Daddy for things next time. To not keep them from Daddy. It was naughty of you to do that.”
He spanked her several more times. Her bottom was throbbing after each hit.
“P-please!” she begged.
Was she begging him to stop or was she begging him to continue and make all the guilt go away? Betsy wasn’t sure and she didn’t know if she wanted to know.
“Angelo,” Daddy said, the spankings stopping for a second.
She didn’t dare pull up her head to look. She knew what was coming.
The hairbrush.
The dreaded hairbrush.
Betsy had read about Littles getting spanked with a hairbrush and they always talked about it hurting worse than anything.
“Daddy, please. I don’t need this!” she yelled, trying to get out of his lap.
“Yes, you do.”
Daddy placed one of his hands on her back, keeping her in place. She cried out as Daddy spanked her the first time with it.
It was pain like no other.
She couldn’t get away from it.
“Daddy!”
“You’re doing so well. Almost done.”
She gripped onto his thigh, crying as he continued to spank her with the hairbrush. She cried out as Daddy hit her sit spot several times.
“Please! Daddy!”
“Almost there.”
Betsy didn’t know how much more she could take. Her body was tense as Daddy delivered several more spankings. Daddy landed two of them on her sit spot, making her go limp and sobbing.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispered as he moved her body.
She whined as her bottom connected with his thighs.
“Noooo.”
“Shhh, you’re okay. Daddy is right here. Everything is okay. All is forgiven now.”
Betsy continued to cry into his shoulder, gripping onto his shirt as he rubbed up and down her back. She was holding herself slightly up, trying not to touch her bottom to his thighs.
“If you need anything, give me a call,” Angelo said.
“Thank you,” Daddy said, continuing to run his hands up and down her back.
She didn’t pay any attention as she was still crying into Daddy.
“I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay,” Daddy whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”