She did deserve her spanking. Even if she wasn’t looking forward to it.
Finally, the living room was in some semblance of order.
“Did you put your things in your new purse?” he asked her.
“I haven’t moved it all over yet.” After seeing how worn her bag was that held her lancing device, insulin and monitor, along with her glucose tabs and a few other things, he’d done some research and bought her a new one. It was made of red leather. She loved it.
“You can do that soon. Where did this car seat come from?” he asked, looking at the over-sized child’s car seat with harness. It looked top of the range and expensive.
“I thought you ordered it.”
“No,” he grunted. “I ordered the booster.” He pointed at the half-booster that had no back to it.
“Then who ordered this?”
He sighed. “I have an idea. Zander.”
“Why would Zander send a car seat here? Oh no, will he be mad that I opened it?” she asked, worriedly.
“No. Not since I’m certain that it’s for you.”
“He sent me a harnessed seat for the truck?”
“Yep.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Who knows. But the last thing he said to me was that I needed a proper seat for you and then one appears. He’s odd like that.” He turned to her. “Come here.” Linc crooked a finger at her and she walked over to him. Cupping her face, he kissed her lightly. “You’re going to spend ten minutes in time-out while I take this stuff into your playroom. Then when I call out to you, you’re to come to me and lay yourself across my lap, understand?”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“Your naughty girl stool has arrived so you can sit on it.” He drew the stool out and set it in the corner of the living room.
She moved towards it, but Linc grabbed hold of her hand gently. “You’re going to sit on a bare bottom. You might as well take your pants off entirely. You’re not going to need them. You can nap in my T-shirt and I’ll put you in one of your outfits after you wake up.”
Well. Hell.
She blushed but didn’t argue as she pulled off her yoga pants.
Linc ran a finger down her ass once she was bare. “Good to see you can follow some orders. If you’d been wearing panties then your spanking would be twice as long.”
He led her to the time-out stool and had her sit with her nose pressed to the wall. “I’ll be in and out of the room often. If you feel uncomfortable or ill or off then call out your safeword. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Time seemed to drift by slowly as she sat there. Tired, she shut her eyes. It had been exhausting, undoing all those packages. Her mind drifted to Caley’s book. She hoped she had been helpful with her comments.
“Okay, teeny, it’s time to come get your spanking.”
“Oh.” She sat up and turned towards him, her hand on her chest. “You gave me a fright.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Were you about to fall asleep?”
“Um. Maybe?”
Sitting back on the sofa, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Teeny, time-out isn’t supposed to be sleepy time.”
“Sorry?”
He shook his head, looking exasperated and slightly amused. “Most Littles hate time-out. But not my teeny, she enjoys it.”
She shrugged. Should she apologize? “I like quiet time to myself.”
“Next time, we’ll do time-out after your spanking. Sitting on that hard stool with a red bottom might help you focus. Did you even spend the time reflecting on why you were in time-out?”
“Umm.” In her defense he hadn’t told her to do that.
“Come here. That was my fault. I should have been more specific.”
She walked slowly over and took his hand. He gently but firmly drew her over his lap. Because he was sitting on the middle cushion, her legs and torso were supported on the sofa and her middle was over his hard lap.
“Now, tell Daddy why you’re being punished,” he said as he drew the hoodie up over her ass, baring her completely to his gaze.
“’Cause I was naughty and disobeyed you. And ‘cause I made a mess.”
“Yes, although I wouldn’t punish you for making a mess. I know Little girls get messy sometimes when they’re having fun. However, if you’re working with glitter, you do need to put a sheet down. That stuff goes everywhere.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied obediently.
“Right, you’re getting twenty. Your bottom is going to be nice and red after this. Don’t worry, you don’t have to count this time.”
Lucky her.
“Would you like me to hold your hands for you or are you able to keep them out in front of you?”
“I can do it, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he struck. Owie! Once, twice, three times in quick succession. By smack number five, she was wriggling around, attempting to free herself.
“Stay still, little girl,” he growled at her.
Oh no. Another five quick spanks warmed her ass. He stopped and rubbed her bottom gently.
“How you doing, teeny? Feel okay?”
“My bottom hurts.” She pouted.
“That’s the point. I wasn’t talking about your naughty bottom, though. Are you all right to continue?”
“I think that’s enough, Daddy,” she said solemnly.
“Nope, you have another ten. And these ones are going to be harder than the first ten. Learning to obey Daddy, even on what might seem something small, is very important.”
Two more smacks landed on her ass. She cried out, kicking her feet. The next two were lower down. He was covering her ass with firm spanks. And the burn in her ass was growing. Two more on the top of her thighs.
Oh shivers. Those hurt.
“Daddy, no more!”
Four more spanks, each in quick succession, landed in the middle of her ass. When he was finished, she was crying, lying spent over his lap.
“There, there, baby girl. It’s all done now. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
Gently he turned her then he lay back on the sofa with her on his chest, running his hand up and down her back as he whispered to her, settling her down.
“How are you, teeny?”
“That hurt.” Her bottom was still throbbing. She reached down and rubbed at her bottom.
“Uh-uh, no rubbing allowed. I’d make you go sit in time-out again, but it’s time for your nap.”
Well, she was thankful that at least she didn’t have to sit on that hard stool. She didn’t think she’d be able to stay still.
“And it was meant to hurt. It was punishment. To make you stop and think before disobeying Daddy again.”
She laid her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat. “I is sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, teeny. And all is forgiven now.”
“It is?”
“Yep. A punishment wipes the slate clean.”
“Oh, that’s good.” She yawned, suddenly exhausted.
“You feeling okay? Other than this hot bottom?” He squeezed one cheek, making her squeal.
“Daddy!”
“Well?”