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"The house is spotless," I announced, taking a step closer.
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.
"And yet…" I cupped her chin in my hands and lifted her head so that she was forced to meet my gaze, "you, little girl, look guilty as sin. Have you been naughty?"
Heaving a deep sigh, she took a step back and I let her go. "Yes, Daddy, but only a little."
"Only a little, huh? Tell me about it." I took her hand and led her over to the worn couch, since that was likely where we'd end up, anyway.
She sat down next to me, and I waited for an explanation, but none came. When it became clear that she had nothing to say, I raised a brow and regarded her sternly. We had limited time and I was not in the mood for games.
"I asked you a question, Jasmine. Want to take a guess at what happens if you continue to refuse to answer?"
Eyes widening, she shook her head emphatically. "’Tell me about it’ is not a question," she countered with a smug smile.
"Touché. Well, let's see; you only had three rules to follow, and I know you followed two of them, so I can guess what's left. How many work hours did you get?"
"Eleven and a half," she admitted, looking small.
"Eleven and a half?" I gave a low whistle. "Somebody didn't use their time wisely."
"I did. I got two hours Friday night and eight yesterday, with plans to get two more this morning, but when I woke up all I could think about was how chaotic my life would get by the end of the day, and how good I'd been, and how boring it would be if you came by and we had nothing to talk about, so I indulged in some self-care."
"I see." I hid a grin at the revelation that she was actively and knowingly testing me. I'd circle back to that later. "But you still got an hour and a half in."
"At noon I started to feel guilty, so I opened my computer, but then the phone rang, and then I had to search for something to work on and…."
"... and waiting until the last possible second is how you end up in trouble, little one."
She gulped. "Am I?"
"Are you? Are you in trouble? Well, you didn't do what Daddy asked, for the sole sake of testing to see what would happen, and your tactic of choice was procrastination, which is a habit we desperately need you to break, so what do you think?"
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"You're going to be. You're going to find out what happens to little girls who test their Daddies."
"Are you gonna spank me?"
"I am. Eventually. First, I want you to go to the corner."
She groaned, but I said nothing, waiting for her to obey. Finally, she stood and shuffled to a corner on the opposite side of the room.
"Hands behind your back," I instructed, coming up behind her, until there was less than an inch of space between her body and mine.
"Do you remember what I said would happen the next time you were in the corner?" I whispered, leaning close.
She shook her head.
"Let me refresh your memory." Placing my hands on her hips, I stuck my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and gave them a tug, pulling the fabric down to expose her bottom and resting just below her cheeks. "Do you remember now?"
"Yes, Daddy!" Her voice was a high-pitched squeal of regret.
"Stand there like that until I say you can come out, and think about whether or not testing Daddy is a good idea."
I backed up and started a trek through the house, opening drawers and scanning countertops. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but I would know it when I saw it. Thinking that she'd been good, I'd left my implement bag at home, not wanting to scare her off, and now I was left scrounging for the perfect pervertible to use on a naughty bottom. I found a hairbrush in the bathroom, but it was a little heavy for my needs; same with the wooden bath brush hanging near the shower. Both were a little heavy for a novice like Jasmine who'd only been spanked with my hand so far. I thought for sure I'd find a wooden spoon in the kitchen, but they were all plastic, a problem I intended to rectify soon. Out in the garage I found the perfect thing: a dollar store children's kite that looked like it had been whipped around by the wind a few too many times. Lifting it from its resting place, I dismantled it quickly, taking one of the thin dowels and smacking it against my thigh. It was light enough with a fair amount of sting, but seemed like it could break easily, so I picked up the kite again and removed the other dowel as well, just in case I needed a backup. The kite was useless now,, but I'd replace it with another, much nicer, one.
Remembering Jasmine was still in the corner, I rushed back inside and came up behind her.
