Spike and Millie
Spike drove into the garage, parking his truck. He glanced over at her. “Wait there.”
“Of course, I’m always a good girl.”
The silence that met that statement told her that he probably didn’t agree.
Rude.
Getting out of the truck, he walked around and opened her door. Reaching across her, he unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her out of her seat.
“I can walk, Daddy.”
“Hack said to rest your foot.”
“I don’t think he meant that you had to carry me everywhere.”
“I want to.”
Oh. That was sweet.
Well, if he wanted to carry her around, then who was she to argue? He set her down on the sofa and grabbed a cushion for the coffee table, putting her foot on it.
“Stay there.”
“Sure.”
He eyed her seriously. “I mean it.”
“Daddy, why would I move?”
He grunted. “I’m going to get Mr. Fluffy.”
“You got it! I will stay right here.”
Only what if she didn’t stay right here . . . then maybe she could hide and she wouldn’t get her spanking, right?
Hmm. Where could she hide that she wouldn’t have to walk far?
Behind the back of the sofa! Getting up, she limped around behind the couch and lay down.
See? Her foot wasn’t that bad. All this fuss over nothing. It wasn’t the best hiding spot. If Spike looked behind the sofa he’d easily see her.
But it was the best she could do on short notice.
If this was what it took to get out of that spanking . . . well, she was prepared to lie here all night.
Or until she had to pee.
Whatever came first.
Also, she kind of needed Chompers. And her dinosaur pajamas. Actually, she was really starting to regret her choices right now.
But it was too late to move as Spike walked inside carrying Mr. Fluffy.
There was silence as he stood there. She could see his boots on the other side of the sofa. Then, with a sigh, he put Mr. Fluffy down.
“Where the hell is she?”
Mr. Fluffy lay on his belly and stared straight at her. Well, she could have sworn that he winked at her, then he rolled without giving her away.
She’d always known that Mr. Fluffy was on her side.
Such a loyal puppy.
Woof, woof.
What was that? What was he barking at? Mr. Fluffy didn’t really bark. Barking took energy. It was something that Mr. Fluffy lacked, especially now that he was eating cardboard food.
Woof, woof.
“Yeah, what I thought.”
Suddenly, Spike moved. Where was he going? Why was he moving around this way? She rolled onto her back and stared straight up into his stern face.
Uh-oh. She was in big, big trouble.
“Oh, hi, Daddy,” she said with a large smile. “Funny story. I dropped something.”
“Millie,” he growled.
“Oh, all right, we both know that’s not true. I was hiding because I didn’t want the spanking. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be when I add extras for hiding.”
Oh, that was going to suck.
Spike reached down and picked her up.
“You really are very handsome, Daddy. And strong. Super strong. Did I mention that you’re handsome?”
“Yes,” he grumbled. “Not gonna help.”
He sat on the sofa and arranged her over his lap.
Oh no.
Up went her skirt and down went her very cute plesiosaurus panties.
Double oh no.
He didn’t say anything as his hand smacked down on her bottom, which wasn’t a good sign. No warm-up. No lecture. Just his hand warming her butt cheeks.
“Daddy, nooo,” she cried as she attempted to kick her good foot.
“Keep your legs still,” he ordered. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“You’re hurting me!”
“That’s different. This is a spanking. You earned it.”
“But it hurts!” she told him.
“It’s meant to. You disobeyed me. Lied to me. And hid from me.”
Gosh, when he put it like that, it did sound bad.
“But I love you!”
“Love you too,” he told her in between spanks. “Which is why you need this. Have to keep you safe.”
Finally, she gave in. She knew she deserved the spanking. And, honestly, she’d been feeling bad about it all. Hiding had been the nail in her coffin.
As well as the ten extra spanks to her poor bottom which was now throbbing and hot.
Tears dripped down her cheeks as she sobbed. But he still gave her several more hard spanks before he stopped to draw up her panties.
Pulling her up, he arranged her on his lap so her bottom wasn’t pressed against his thighs.
Then he held her tight and rocked her slowly.
She wasn’t sure how long he rocked her for, but eventually he drew her back so he could wipe her eyes with a tissue.
Then he grabbed another one and held it to her nose.
“Blow.”
Oh, that was much better once she could breathe again.
“Love you, Millie. Always.”
She sniffled. “I love you too. Forever.”
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head.
“What would you say if I said I wanted to produce a play? In Nowhere? About dinosaurs?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”