“I know. And I’m not saying that coming to her aid was the wrong thing to do. But what you should have done was yell for me.”
He was right. She’d been foolish. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s what I want to hear. But you also know you’re owed some punishment, right?”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? But I said it wouldn’t happen again.”
He gave her a firm look that had her stomach tightening into knots. It was the same look he’d given her years ago when she’d gotten into trouble for not texting or calling him back while out with friends.
Back then, he’d threatened to spank her. Now, she didn’t think he would just stop at a threat.
“You risked your safety, little girl. Papa can’t let that go unanswered. Yes, you promised it wouldn’t happen again. But I think a spanking will help drive that home. As well as some time writing lines.”
“Nooo, Papa, please. I don’t want a spanking.”
“That’s the point.” He kissed her gently. “I’m sorry I have to do this, but I think it’s best to get this over with. Then the slate is clear. All is forgiven. All right?”
She sniffled.
“Do you think I’m being unfair? That you don’t deserve a spanking?”
Damn him. “No. I deserve a spankin’.” That was hard to admit to.
“Baby, you look so scared. You want to talk about this first?”
“No. I really just want to get it over with.”
“You know I love you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I love you too.”
“And I want you safe. Always. I want you to think before you act. Understand?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“We’re also going to have to start some self-defense lessons. I know your ankle is still a bit weak but there are things we can do that won’t affect it.”
That was probably a good idea.
“I’ll breathe easier and it will give you some confidence.”
“Okay, Papa.”
“That’s my good girl.” He tapped his left thigh. “Over you go.”
She turned and he helped her lie over his left thigh. He trapped her legs between his thick thighs.
“It’s a count of twenty-five,” he told her.
Twenty-five? She wasn’t going to sit at all today.
The first smack caught her by surprise. Oh, God. He wasn’t going easy on her. These weren’t like the other smacks he’d given her earlier. These were hard. Fast.
Now she knew why he’d positioned her as he had, trapping her legs. She wanted to wriggle free. To kick. She reached back with her hands but he held them in the small of her back. Then he paused. “That okay on your arm, baby girl?”
“It’s fine on my arm, but my bottom is in agony.”
“Oh, no it’s not. Not yet.”
Several more smacks landed. Each one seemed harder than the one before it. Although she wasn’t sure if that was her imagination or not.
Finally, she gave up fighting and just lay on his lap. Tears dripped down her face. But even as her bottom burned, she felt lighter inside. The guilt of what she’d done, taking off so foolishly like that, putting herself at risk and nearly getting herself and Aleki hurt.
Yeah, she guessed the spanking was what she needed. She wasn’t volunteering up that information, though.
Tears dripped down her cheeks as she sobbed. The bedspread beneath her had grown wet from her tears. Two more smacks landed then he stopped, rubbing his hand over her back.
“Shh, baby girl. Shh. It’s all over now. Papa is so proud of you.” He carefully laid her on the bed then lay facing her, pressing her to his chest.
She sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“All is forgiven. My beautiful girl. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Papa.”
After a few minutes, he stood her up. “All right, baby girl. Time to write lines.”
She groaned. This was going to suck.
“I hear someone got their butt spanked,” Caleb greeted her as she walked towards the swimming pool later on that afternoon. She wrinkled her nose. Jeez Louise. Bad enough she’d gotten the spanking, did he have to talk about it? She just wanted to forget it.
After her spanking, Aleki had made her write lines while he made breakfast. A breakfast that she’d had to eat standing up. Luckily, he wasn’t as strict as Caleb about sitting on a hot bottom. Then he’d told her it was time for her swimming lesson. He’d dressed her in a bikini that was just as revealing as the red one. It was a flower print and the front tied together in a knot while the bottoms just covered all the necessary bits.
She swore they were buying her the sexiest swimwear that they could possibly find.
“Yes, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tough,” he replied with a firm look. “Turn around and bend over.”
Her eyes widened. Wait. What? Was he going to spank her too? She put her hands back over her bottom in reaction.
His face softened. “I just want a look, jelly bean.”
Oh. Well, then . . . no, wait. He wanted to look?
“You want to look?” she squeaked.
“Yep. I’m not asking again. Do as you were told.”
Fine. Jeez. What was it with their obsession with her bottom? She turned around and bent over, aware her face was bright red. He drew down her bikini bottoms then cupped her ass squeezing.
“Hey! Ouch!”
“This is a very red ass.” He readjusted her bikini bottoms. “Good job.”
Wait? What? Who was he saying that to? She stood up and saw Aleki walking towards them. He was wearing a pair of short, blue swim trunks. All those muscles on display.
Yikes.
He walked closer to them so she was surrounded by the two of them. Holy shit. She might self-combust from how damn hot they were.
“Thanks,” Aleki said dryly. Then he glanced down at her. “I’m joining you for your swim lesson today.”
“Umm. Okay.”
Caleb wrapped his arm around her waist. “Relax, jelly bean. This is going to be fun. I promise. I have a couple of surprises for you.”
He moved over to the pool room and came out with a giant floating pig.
“It looks like Piggles. Yay!” She clapped her hands together. She was all for some fun. Caleb handed the floating pig to Aleki who set it down next to the pool. Then Caleb grabbed a strange-looking floaty device. It was in the shape of a lifejacket but was made of a see-through plastic. Sort of like those floaties that little kids wore on their arms.
“This is going to help give you more confidence,” he told her, helping her put it on. She felt a bit embarrassed at having to wear a floating aid at her age. But she was going to give it a go. She noticed Aleki had snatched up the kickboard that Caleb had bought for her and three different colored balls.
“Before you get to have fun on the blow-up pig, we’re going to play a game,” Caleb told her. “We’re going to see who is the quickest to get the balls from one end of the pool to the other. But the rules are that you can only use your breath to move the balls.”
Oh shit. Oh shit.
“Don’t panic,” he told her soothingly. “Remember, that you have your kickboard and you have a floaty on. And if you get scared or unsure you just call out boo. Okay?”