Then another.
“Two.”
Another.
“Three.” It came out more like a whimper, but still strong.
Numbers four and five, came out kind of defensive, and six was stubborn. By seven she had given up and accepted her punishment.
Her whimpering after each connection turned into one long sob. But she didn’t hesitate to say the number out loud, and while she was still powering through, I couldn’t stop.
“T-twenty-one,” she stuttered.
“Almost done.” I paused for a minute to readjust her on my lap. Then I switched to her sit spots.
Smack.
She gasped and growled out twenty-two. The same for the rest of the numbers. By twenty-five, she was done. Her body shook from her tears, pleading without words for it to be over.
Her ass marked with red and black marks was hot to the touch; her sit spots were an angry red. She would remember this spanking for a long time. So would I.
“That’s it, little girl.” I rubbed her back and then down her thighs. I removed her panties altogether. And ran my hands back up her hamstrings. Her legs splayed open more, and I didn’t have to see her arousal; I smelled it. It wafted into the air. My mouth watered, but before I dealt with that, I had to deal with my little girl’s tears.
I gathered her into my arms and brought her upright. Her tear-soaked face broke my heart. She wouldn’t look me in the eye. I sat her on my lap. She winced from the pressure.
I shifted her, so she was straddling me. It offered her some relief. Her face buried in my neck. Her tears soaked my shirt.
“You did so well, Kylie.” I rubbed her back. She sniffled. I reached toward the sippy cup. “Here, take a small sip for me.”
“Nuh uh.” She shook her head.
“Kylie.” I held the cup to her lips. She lapped it up like a puppy, but it wasn’t enough. I set the cup down and grabbed a damp cloth. I wiped her face and sat it on the back of her neck. She moaned from the cool cloth on her warm flesh.
“Can you look at me, little one?”
She shook her head again. But then lifted her head with her eyes closed. She blinked a few times and then steadied her gaze on me.
“There you are.” I smiled and caressed her tear-soaked cheeks. She’d stopped crying, but it left her with little hiccups. It was too adorable.
“You did so well.” I kissed her lips. “So proud of you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. “I won’t be naughty anymore.”
She buried her face against my neck again. I don’t think she even realized what she said, but it made my heart jump for joy. It had been a long time since someone called me Daddy.
God, I missed it.
“I know, baby.” I held her to me. “Your punishment isn’t quite over.”
She lifted her head and glared at me. I kissed the pout away and set her on her feet.
I gestured toward the only empty corner of the room.
“Can’t we skip that part?”
“Now what kind of Daddy would I be if I went back on my word?” I held her chin.
“A perfect one.” Her eyes brightened.
