But it was just a silly step stool. How was she meant to know that she’d wobble and fall off? It was the container’s fault. It had been pushed too far back on the shelf and she’d had to get up onto tiptoes in order to grab it.
Which is when she’d fallen.
Of course, she hadn’t actually told the Fox and Brody that part of the story. And that omission was making her feel a bit guilty.
“I stood on my tiptoes to get the container because I couldn’t reach it just standing on the step stool,” she blurted out.
“What?” the Fox said, pausing.
Ow, her butt already hurt, maybe they were at the end of the spanking?
“I just realized that I left that part out,” she said, releasing a deep breath. “I feel so much better now.”
“You really shouldn’t,” Brody told her. “You could have badly hurt yourself.”
“I’m sorry. Doesn’t it count that I came clean?” she asked. “Do I get, like, good girl points?”
“Good girl points?” the Fox asked. “Explain.”
“Well, Brody and I could earn good girl points. Only his would be good boy points. For obvious reasons.”
“There is no such thing as ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ points,” the Fox told her.
“Well, there should be. Because then I could build up lots of good girl points, and then use them against a spanking. So, if I earned a hundred points, I could use them to wipe five spankings out.”
“A hundred points equals five spankings?” the Fox asked. “So, twenty points a spanking?”
“Exactly, great math skills, Daddy,” Brody told him.
“Hmm, and how many points would you earn for being a good girl?”
“Well, I reckon that confessing what I did instead of keeping it to myself is about five thousand points. What do you think, Brody-bear?”
“I think you could be on to something here, Tutu,” Brody replied, “I really think you should listen to her, Papa.”
“And I think that both of you are dreaming. There won’t be any ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ points, and definitely no putting them toward getting out of a spanking. And certainly, confessing about something naughty you did is not worth five thousand points.”
“Well, that just sucks,” Autumn said. “You come up with a good idea, but there’s always someone to rain on your parade.”
“I’m sorry,” the Fox said. “But if you hadn’t done something naughty, then you wouldn’t need someone to rain on your parade, would you?”
“Daddy, you can spank me for being naughty, but you don’t have to make everything all logical, okay?” she grumbled.
That was just rude.
“Enough talking, or we’re going to be late for the barbecue.”
“The barbecue,” Autumn gasped. “Hurry up, Daddy! You need to spank me real quick.”
“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do,” he told her, and then, without any warning, he drew back his hand and started spanking her again. He did one cheek, then the other. Back and forth until she was wiggling on his lap, and her bottom was hot and throbbing.
“Enough! Enough!” she cried.
He didn’t stop, though. He kept spanking her until she was lying spent on his lap with tears running down her cheeks.
That was when he picked her up and turned her around so she was on his lap, facing him
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she told him as she grasped him tightly around the neck. “I know I was naughty and that I shouldn’t have brought up good girl points when I don’t really earn any good girl points because I’m not a good girl.”
