Page 42 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“Please, Daddy! I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’ll be a good girl. I’m sorry!” she screamed, feeling the tears burning in her eyes. She was in agony.

“I know you’re sorry. I also know you were testing me to see what Daddy would do if you were disobedient.”

“How did you know?” Her cheeks turned the same shade as her bottom as she hid in the comforter.

“Little girls often test their Daddies. It’s ok. I expect you will test me and your Aunties and Uncles for the next while. You need to know that you are safe here, safe with us. We will prove that to you, even if it means giving you a hot bottom every day for a month.” She screamed as an exceptionally hard swat landed on one sit spot, and then the other one. Finally, the spanking stopped, and she relaxed over his knee, her breath coming in short pants.

“I’m sorry I was naughty and tested you, Daddy.” She sniffled pitifully.

“I know, but we’re not done yet.” He patted her bottom, making her hiss. “Stand up. No rubbing.” She did as she was told, wanting to escape those painful penalty swats.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really don’t need the belt. I’m really, really sorry. I promise I’ll behave.” She danced from foot to foot, her hands by her side. She didn’t want to be accused of rubbing her bottom, even if she was just trying to protect.

“You don’t make that choice; I do. Now bend over the bed. On your elbows, feet shoulder-width apart, bottom out.” He held the belt in his hand and she whimpered at the sight.

“H-how many am I g-getting?”

“As many as I deem necessary. If I have to tell you to get into position again, it will be three with my cane when we’re done.” At his raised eyebrow, she scurried into position. Her bottom high in the air, waiting for the discipline her Daddy would mete out.

He tapped the belt against her bottom, sending a shiver down her spine. The belt left her bottom, and a second later, the hot, searing pain of leather meeting flesh shocked her entire system. She came up on her toes, wiggling her bottom as the heat intensified across her bottom.

A second and then a third stroke fell. Her bottom was in absolute agony. She yelled and apologized repeatedly, which did absolutely nothing. He was an immovable force. Nothing she said was going to sway him from her punishment as stroke after stroke of his belt struck her naked, trembling cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the belt landed on the bed beside her, and a hand softly rubbed her raw skin.

“That is a very well-punished bottom. You took your spanking so well; I am so proud of you,” he cooed as he scooped her up and laid her on the bed, cuddling her from behind. His hand continued to run as her tears settled and her crying stopped.

“I’m sorry I was naughty.”

“You are all forgiven and have a clean slate.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He kissed her head and squeezed her tight. She had never felt more safe and secure in her entire life. She would have stayed like this forever, but her grumbling tummy pulled a chuckle from her Daddy. “Let’s go get the monster in your belly fed, huh?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. I am hungry.” She stretched and took his hand. After picking out an adorable Christmas dress that had the words “naughty or nice” stitched across the chest, she declared herself festive enough to join the rest. Sore bottom or not, she hadn’t been this happy in a really long time.

Making their way to the kitchen, she smiled at the sight that greeted her. Uncle Rory placed a cushion on her chair, winking at her embarrassment. “Thank you,” she mumbled as she glared at him. He just chuckled and ruffled her hair. “So I take it everyone heard me get my bottom spanked?” Her cheeks were as hot as her bottom at everyone’s nod.

“I’m sorry your bottom hurts.” Kiera sighed sympathetically.

“Me too, but I needed it and I think I wanted it, so it’s ok. My bottom hurts lots though, so I think I might behave for the rest of today. Maybe. We’ll see.” She grinned at the pained look on her Daddy’s face.

“Just remember the rule. If any adult has any reason to spank you, you will also get a spanking before bed.”

“Yes, Daddy. I ‘member.” She hummed happily as Auntie Freya put a bowl of chili in front of her. “Yum, I love chili.”

“Well this was the last of my frozen batch.”

“Oh no! What are we gonna do? I love chili. If this is the last of it, maybe we should save it.” She looked longingly at the bowl of chili but didn’t want to eat it if it was the last of it. What if they never got more of it? That would be so sad!

“Daphne, sweetheart, there are these things called grocery stores and I am going tomorrow to get stuff to make more chili and whatever else we need. It’s ok. You are allowed to eat this and then I will make more. I promise.” Auntie Freya set some cheese and sour cream in front of her so she could fix it how she wanted.

“Auntie Freya! You are being so sassy. Maybe YOU need to stand in the corner. We have to stand in the corner when we’re sassy.” She dropped a big dollop of sour cream in her bowl and measured the cheese with her heart. You could never have too much cheese in her opinion. A sprinkle of hot sauce and her bowl was perfect.

“I am the grown up, you are not. Drop the sass or you will feel my spoon, Little girl. Now then, since I am going to the store, you need to help me make a list of foods you want. I won’t take no for an answer this time. I know you have opinions and I want to hear them. This is your home and you get to have a say in what I cook and what snacks we have in the house.” She pinned her with a look that said, ‘I dare you to argue with me.’

“Yes, ma’am.” She took a bite and closed her eyes in appreciation. “There is one thing. If we could. Well, if I could, maybe. Maybe with some help.”

“Little Panda, just tell us what you want. I promise no one will be mad.” Her Daddy wiped her face and smiled at her.