Page 41 of A Foxy Little Fourth of July

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Suddenly, Spike moved. Where was he going? Why was he moving around this way? She rolled onto her back and stared straight up into his stern face.

Uh-oh. She was in big, big trouble.

“Oh, hi, Daddy,” she said with a large smile. “Funny story. I dropped something.”

“Millie,” he growled.

“Oh, all right, we both know that’s not true. I was hiding because I didn’t want the spanking. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be when I add extras for hiding.”

Oh, that was going to suck.

Spike reached down and picked her up.

“You really are very handsome, Daddy. And strong. Super strong. Did I mention that you’re handsome?”

“Yes,” he grumbled. “Not gonna help.”

He sat on the sofa and arranged her over his lap.

Oh no.

Up went her skirt and down went her very cute plesiosaurus panties.

Double oh no.

He didn’t say anything as his hand smacked down on her bottom, which wasn’t a good sign. No warm-up. No lecture. Just his hand warming her butt cheeks.

“Daddy, nooo,” she cried as she attempted to kick her good foot.

“Keep your legs still,” he ordered. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“You’re hurting me!”

“That’s different. This is a spanking. You earned it.”

“But it hurts!” she told him.

“It’s meant to. You disobeyed me. Lied to me. And hid from me.”

Gosh, when he put it like that, it did sound bad.

“But I love you!”

“Love you too,” he told her in between spanks. “Which is why you need this. Have to keep you safe.”

Finally, she gave in. She knew she deserved the spanking. And, honestly, she’d been feeling bad about it all. Hiding had been the nail in her coffin.

As well as the ten extra spanks to her poor bottom which was now throbbing and hot.

Tears dripped down her cheeks as she sobbed. But he still gave her several more hard spanks before he stopped to draw up her panties.

Pulling her up, he arranged her on his lap so her bottom wasn’t pressed against his thighs. Then he held her tight and rocked her slowly. She wasn’t sure how long he rocked her for, but eventually he drew her back so he could wipe her eyes with a tissue. Then he grabbed another one and held it to her nose.

“Blow.”

Oh, that was much better once she could breathe again.