One by one, each of my uncles paddles me mercilessly. The only one who seems to take any pity on me is Uncle Ford, but by the time he taps the paddle against my bottom, even the lightest touch is agony.
But in addition to the paddling, each and every one of my uncles tells me how much they love me. How very sad they’d be if anything happened to me. And with every swat of the paddle, I can feel something inside me growing lighter and lighter.
Then it’s Auntie Gray’s turn.
“I don’t think there’s anything I can say that your uncles haven’t already covered. So I’ll just reiterate how very, very wanted you are, little one. You are part of our family now and we are never letting you go.”
Fresh pain blooms as she cracks the paddle against my backside, possibly harder than anyone else. Or maybe it’s just that my bottom feels like one giant, exposed raw nerve.
Whatever the reason, I slump against the couch, sobbing loudly as my auntie continues paddling me. By the time she finishes, my bottom feels hot and swollen and I’m wondering how I’ll ever sit comfortably again.
Someone crouches beside the couch, and then Daddy’s hand is stroking my hair from my tear-soaked face. “Shhh, little one. That was the end of your paddling. You did such a good job, baby.”
“I’m s-s-sorry,” I choke out as my tears continue to soak the material beneath my cheek.
“I know, baby. Are you going to hide from us again?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“Good.” He continues petting my hair as my sobs begin to quiet. “You really are such a good girl, Tabby. But we don’t love you because you're a good girl. We love you because you’re sweet and funny and you make all of our lives so much better just by being in them.”
“R-really?”
“Yes, babygirl, really. And I know your poor bottom is so very sore right now, but you still have another lesson to learn, don’t you? About putting yourself in danger?”
“Oh, Daddy, no! Please, no, I can’t take anymore! I’ll die!”
To my surprise, the room erupts into laughter. “I promise you won’t die, little one. You will, however, remember this punishment every time you sit down for a very long time.”
Daddy pushes to his feet and a moment later I feel him behind me, gripping my hips to reposition me. Sometime during my paddling I slid forward, further onto the couch, and he pulls me backward so my feet are spread wide and my bottom is nice and high.
What is he doing?
Something slick but firm presses against my bottom hole, and it takes me a moment to recognize it as Daddy’s finger. Humiliation floods my entire body, heating me from the inside out until I fear I might spontaneously combust.
“Daddy,” I whine, pressing my face into the cushion beneath me. “Not there, please, Daddy!”
“Yes, little one. Right here.” He pushes deeper inside, breaching that tight ring of muscle that does little to actually keep him out. “Do you want to know what comes next, little Tabby?”
“No! I don’t want anything to come next!”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, baby.” As he speaks, he moves his finger in and out of my bottom, mimicking the act I fear is to come. “First, Daddy’s going to help you loosen up this tight little hole with his fingers. Once you’re a bit more relaxed, Daddy is going to fuck your pretty, bruised bottom with his cock. Do you remember why you’re getting the inside of your bottom punished, babygirl?”
“Be-because I did something danger—Daddy, no!”
Two fingers have now entered my bottom, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. “Yes, little one. You’re going to have to take Daddy’s cock here soon, so you’ll need to be stretched properly first.”
“I don’t want to! Please, Daddy, it hurts!”
If I’m being honest, the pain is more of a discomfort. An odd fullness, with a bit of a burn here, a pinch there. It certainly isn’t any worse than the throbbing ache left behind from my paddling.
“Good,” Daddy says, his voice an odd mixture of stern and cajoling. “Maybe if it hurts enough, I won’t ever have to worry about you doing something that dangerous ever again.”
“I won’t, I won’t, I promise! I promise!”
All my promises of good behavior forever and ever do nothing to sway him. Just when my body relaxes a bit, giving way to the invasion of his fingers, he pulls them free and the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes forward, the length of him so thick that panic claws at my chest. “It won’t fit, Daddy, it won’t fit!”
