“Daddy’s going to punish you, but I want to be very clear that I am not punishing you for wanting to wear your pretty dresses. I am punishing you because you didn’t listen to Daddy andbecause you called Daddy a rude name. Do you understand the difference?”
Her brow wrinkles adorably as she thinks it over. “I think so…”
“You can always tell Daddy when you want something. Sometimes the answer might be no, and if you argue too much you will probably get your bottom spanked, especially if you get a bad attitude about it. But Daddy will never, ever punish you just for asking.”
There’s a glint of something in her eyes that says she doesn’t quite believe me, but she nods anyway. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s going to wash your mouth out with soap to get rid of any yucky words that might still be hiding in there and then you’re going over Daddy’s knee for a spanking to remind you to be kind even when you disagree with people. If you want to go out and play with your cousins after your punishment, you can, but you have to wear your play clothes.”
“Do you think they’ll still wanna play with me?”
Goddamn, my heart feels like it’s about to shatter into a million pieces right in the palm of her hand. “Of course they will, baby. No amount of naughtiness will change how much your family loves you.”
Again I’m left with the impression that she doesn’t believe me even though she nods in agreement.
“All right. Daddy’s going to get the soap now. Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment or do I need to get one of your uncles up here to help me?”
“No, Daddy, I’ll be good.” She opens her mouth, as if to say something else, but then snaps it closed again.
“What is it, baby?”
“Nothing.”
“Tabitha. Do you remember what happened at Utopia when you wouldn’t tell Daddy which store you wanted to go in?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then you know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t tell him things. Tell me what you want.”
Pink colors her cheeks and she shifts uncomfortably on the vanity. “It’s not important, it’s just… Can I have a pacifier after my spanking?”
A sense of pride wells in my chest. “Of course you can, baby. And Daddy is so very proud of you for asking.”
Her eyes light up at my praise. “You are?”
“Very proud. But you’re still getting that naughty mouth washed out with soap.”
Tabitha
My tummy is a churning mess of emotions. On the one hand, I’m terrified of the punishment coming my way. But on the other hand, I’m proud of myself for not just giving in and being a good girl right away.
And on the other, other hand is more fear. Fear that Daddy and the others are lying when they say that no amount of naughtiness will make them stop loving me. Everyone, in my experience, has a breaking point.
What will it take for them to reach theirs?
I don’t have long to go down that mental rabbit hole, however, before Daddy is unwrapping a bar of soap and running it beneath the water in the sink. When it’s nice and sudsy, heholds it in front of my face and I inhale the sharp, acrid scent that already has me wanting to gag.
“Open up, little one.”
No!I want to scream it at him, to refuse with everything I have in me. The problem is, I don’t really have anything left to fight with. I’m pretty sure I used up whatever bravery I have in me when I argued with him about wearing one of my dresses.
So even though I don’t want to, I force my lips to part. But just like when I was going to give him a blowjob, Daddy chuckles at my attempt.
“Wider, Tabitha Grace. You need to take at least half this bar in your mouth.”
Groaning, I open my mouth even wider. Daddy pushes the bar between my teeth and the disgusting taste of soap coats my tongue.
“You are going to hold that there for one minute. And every time you use a grown-up word, Daddy will add another minute to your punishment. Understood?”
