Gray scowls. “I wouldn’t have any animosity if she’d keep her nose out of our business.”
Because I know a losing battle when I’m neck-deep in one, I hold up my hands in surrender. “Whatever you say. Now, is that everything, or can I go deal with the very naughty Little girl in my office?”
“That’s it.”
With a nod, I turn away from my sister and push open the door of my office. Little Tabby is exactly where I left her, facing the corner with her cute little diaper on display. My cock jumps at the thought of the punishment to come, and I school my expression into stern lines.
“Come here, Tabitha.”
Head once more bowed, she slowly turns and shuffles over to stand in front of me. Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her head up so she’s looking me in the eye.
“It was very naughty of you to run off on Auntie Gray like that. Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“All right. Go bend over the edge of Daddy’s desk.” Releasing her chin, I reach for the buckle of my belt. Unfortunately for my Little girl, I didn’t have any video conferences today so I’m wearing jeans and my thick leather belt rather than the thin dress belt I usually wear with my suits.
Eyes wide, Tabby hurries over to my desk and bends over the edge, her diapered bottom lifted high. Taking my time, I pull my belt from the loops, delighted when she visibly shivers at the sound.
I place the belt on the desk in front of her so she can see it while I peel the diaper from her, exposing her bottom. Allevidence of her punishment from Auntie Gray has disappeared, though I wouldn’t be surprised if there is some lingering soreness.
Picking up the belt again, I tap the leather against her bare bottom. “Do you know why it’s so important for Little girls not to wander off, Tabitha Grace?”
“Um. So we don’t get into trouble?”
I raise the belt high and swing it down across her bottom. Thecrackof leather meeting flesh echoes around my office, joined by my babygirl’s startled cry of pain.
“That is part of it,” I say as I watch a bright-red line appear across the middle of her bottom. “What else?”
Silence greets my question, so I whip the belt across her bottom again, a bit lower this time. “Answer me, Tabitha.”
“I don’t know!” She cries out as I stripe her bottom a third time. “I’m not a child! It’s not like I don’t know how to cross the street on my own!”
“You may not be a literal child, but youarea Little girl.” A fourth welt appears, and Tabby dances in place, her reddened bottom jiggling with the movement. “More importantly, you aremyLittle girl. And it’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”
Twice more I whip her trembling globes before pausing to run my hand over the heated, welted flesh. “It is also your auntie and uncles’ responsibility. So when you are with them, I expect you to listen to their rules and do as you are told. Do you understand me, Tabitha Grace?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she wails, her voice breaking.
Good. We’re almost there.
Over and over I bring the belt down, covering her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs with thick, red welts. By the time I finish, she’s collapsed against the desk, her entire body shaking with sobs, her tears soaking the wood.
Freeing my aching cock from my jeans, I grip her hips, slowly pushing into her soaked sheath. Beneath me, my Little girl trembles and whimpers as I bury myself inside her.
“You belong to me, Tabitha Grace.” Rocking my hips, I fuck her with agonizing slowness, making sure she feels every single inch of my cock stretching her tight little cunt. “Which means I expect you to listen to the grownups charged with taking care of what’s mine. The next time you sneak off or disobey or otherwise put yourself in danger, not only will I spank your bottom until you can’t sit comfortably, I will also fuck your tight little asshole every day for a week. This is not a game to me, Tabitha Grace.”
Her sobs reach a crescendo as I bury myself in her one final time, filling her with my cum. Leaning down, I cover her with my body, the heat of her well-punished ass pressing against my groin. “You are mine, little girl. And you will not take risks with what belongs to me. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she chokes out, nodding her head against the tear-soaked wood.
“That’s my good girl.” Pulling free of her tight sheath, I tuck my cock back into my jeans and thread my belt through the loops. I scoop my babygirl up in my arms, carrying her to my desk chair, where I sit with her cradled on my lap.
Opening the top drawer, I pull out her favorite pacifier, the one with a triceratops face painted on it and pop it into her mouth. She sucks ferociously on the paci, her head falling onto my shoulder as her tears continue to fall.
Poor little thing. I was harsher with her than I’ve ever been, but if that’s what it takes to get through to her, then I have no regrets.
As I said. She is mine. And I won’t let anything, especially not her, keep me from protecting my Little girl.
