CHAPTER 5
COLT
Tabby once again retreats into her quiet shell during breakfast. But I get peeks of the girl from the night before, once when she refuses to eat the fruit that came with her waffle and again when she tries to order a third glass of chocolate milk instead of the water I told her she needed to drink.
Both times, a stern look and the threat of a spanking is all it takes to get her back in line. I can’t help but feel she’s like a volcano, ready to burst with naughtiness at any moment, and I grin to myself at the prospect of reddening her cute little bottom in front of everyone.
“All right, little one. Where do you want to go next?” I ask as I lead her out of the restaurant and back out into the expansive lobby. “We could spend some time in the arcade or go to the toy store or?—”
A loud gasp draws my attention down to my babygirl. Her gaze is riveted on something across the lobby, and when I follow her line of sight to a store filled with fluffy Little girl dresses much like the one she’s wearing, I smile.
“See something you like, baby?”
Instead of telling me she wants to go toSolene’s, however, she just shakes her head. “No, nothing.”
Hmm.
Leaning down so we’re eye to eye, I grip her chin and force her to turn her head, though she still manages to avert her gaze.
“Tabitha. What do you see that you like?”
Red floods her face and she shifts nervously from foot to foot but she still doesn’t look at me. I give her a few moments before tightening my grip on her chin.
“Tabitha Grace. Answer me right now or I am going to put you over my knee and spank you right here in the middle of this lobby.”
Another gasp, this one more shocked, as her eyes snap to mine. “No!”
“Yes. You have until the count of three. One.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and I’m tempted to let her off the hook. But I won’t tolerate my Little girl lying to me, even over something as seemingly frivolous as clothes. Because it’s not about the clothes. It’s about her recognizing that she ismineand I will not allow there to be any secrets between us.
“Two. You are testing my patience, little girl.”
I wait, counting to five in my head while she continues to fidget before I sigh. “Three. All right, naughty girl.”
Releasing my hold on her chin, I straighten and scoop her up into my arms, carrying her over to a sleek wooden bench where I sit and flip her face down over my lap.
“Daddy, no! Not here! There’s so many people!”
Her feet flutter wildly as I strip her diaper from her, baring her sweet, round bottom. Setting the diaper aside, I cup her cheek and squeeze. “If you don’t want your bottom spanked in public, then you shouldn’t be naughty in public. When Daddy asks you a question, you answer, little girl.”
Her howls of pain mingle with the sound of my palm striking her bare flesh, creating the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. With every swat, her bottom jiggles beneath my palm, and my cock aches with the need to be buried between those pink globes.
Later, I tell myself. Perhaps when she’s been particularly naughty I’ll finally claim that tight little hole.
But right now I have a Little girl in need of a lesson, so I set my own desires aside and focus on giving her exactly what she needs.
Over my knee, sweet little Tabitha kicks and cries and fights with everything she has. Until, at last, she goes limp with a sob, her tears soaking the wood of the bench beneath me.
Pausing her punishment, I run my hand over her heated flesh. “Are you ready to be a good girl and tell Daddy the truth now, little one?”
Her head jerks up and down, so I pick her up and settle her on my lap, cradling her against my chest until her tears slow. The small crowd that gathered during her spanking begins to break up, with several Little boys and girls flashing sympathetic smiles at Tabby. Not that she notices, with how hard she’s crying, but it’s sweet of them to offer their support either way.
Once she’s caught her breath, I place a finger beneath her chin and nudged her head back. Golden eyes, made even more stunning by the shimmer of tears over them, meet mine and I swear my heart stops at the sight.
“There’s my pretty girl. Now, tell Daddy which store you want to visit first.”
Sniffling loudly, she points at the boutique. “I wanted to look at the pretty clothes.”
