Page 7 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

Holding his hand out, she sighed and put her hand in his. Leading her to the chair in the corner of her bedroom, he pulled her to stand between his legs. His strong hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, acting as an anchor for her nerves.

“You were so in your head, you didn’t even hear me come in. What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” His thumbs gently stroked her thighs, preventing her from backing away.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She huffed and pouted. “I know I’m getting a spanking, so can you just hurry up and get it over with?”

At the raise of his eyebrow, she knew she had fucked up. She looked at the ceiling, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.

“Go and bring me your hairbrush, young lady.” Uncle Liam’s voice was firm and unyielding. She hated being forced to fetch the implement he was going to use to paddle her bottom.

“No, no, no, no, no, Uncle Liam! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so sassy. Please not the hairbrush. Please, no.” She was dancing from foot to foot, her hands behind her back, protecting her bottom, her eyes pleading.

“1….2…don’t make me get to 3, young lady. You will be very sorry.” He paused a beat as she continued to beg and plead for mercy. Shaking his head, he said, “3.”

She grabbed at him, pushing his shoulder to keep him in place. “Please, Uncle Liam!” Her voice was loud and whiny, but he was unflappable. Once he decided that a spanking was warranted, there was no changing his mind. He pinned her with a stern look and got up to fetch the hairbrush from the top of her dresser. She had enough self-preservation to stay where she was, not wanting to making it any worse for herself.

He sat down and drew her over his knee. She felt him pull her shorts and panties to her knees, squealing as the cool air hit her skin. “Uncle Liam, please. I’m so, so sorry. So sorry! I didn’t mean to be sassy! Please don’t s-spank me. I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.” She collapsed over his knee, tears streaming down her face.

“You are not a bad girl, Daphne. You just made a naughty choice and my job as your uncle is to remind you to use your manners and not be sassy. You are going to get your bottom soundly spanked and then we will go down and join Kiera for breakfast.” Not giving her a chance to respond, the brush landed on her bare bottom with a loud thwack that echoed in her room.

She howled in pain as the brush hit her bottom over and over again. She never could keep count of the swats. They came too hard and too fast. The only thing she could focus on was the pain in her bottom. Hot, searing swats rained down all over her bottom, thighs, and sit spots, that special place where her bottom met her thighs. He paddled her bottom with the hairbrush until she laid limply across his knee, sobbing her heart out.

When he was done, he rubbed her bottom, shushing her softly. Before long, she was curled up in his arms, clinging to his comforting embrace. She hated spankings, but the aftercare always made her feel loved and cherished. She wasn’t Little like Kiera, but she wanted a Daddy too. She loved Kiera and would never judge her for how she and her Daddy lived their lives, but she hoped to be older, to have more freedoms and not have to have so many rules.

When her breathing settled, she sat up and looked at her uncle. “I’m sorry, Uncle Liam, please don’t hate me.”

He gasped, his eyes growing wide. “Daphne! I could never hate you. There is nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you. Come here.” And just like that, the tears started all over again. She couldn’t stop crying.

“Ok, Daphne, take a breath. You’re going to hyperventilate if you don’t breathe. Come on, sweetheart. Match my breath. Slow and deep. That’s a good girl.” His soothing words calmed her until her breathing evened out.

“When you came up here, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have found you and Kiera. My ex-husband and supposed friend group broke me. I didn’t think I would ever find people who would care about me. I got anxious—again—that you guys were going to get bored with me or want me to leave and then I would have no one again.”

A gasp from the door got both of their attention. “We would never make you leave. Not in a million, bazillion, mazillion years!” Kiera looked so taken aback, it nearly shattered her soul. “In fact, Daphne Erin, you are stuck with us and you’re never allowed to leave. I won’t allow it.” She plopped down on her bottom in the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her scowling face made Liam chuckle.

“Babygirl, what if she meets her own Daddy or Mommy and moves in with them?”

“She’s not allowed to. She has to stay here forever. Her Daddy can move in here because she’s not allowed to leave me.” When the tears started streaking down her best friend’s face, Daphne got up and tackled her friend in the biggest hug.

“I will never leave you. Even if I meet a Mommy or Daddy, staying here in this town close to you will be a requirement and I won’t allow them to take me away from here. I promise.” She was serious about that promise.

“Pinky promise?” Her best friend spoke in a quiet Little voice, holding up her pinky to her.

“Pinky promise.” They linked pinkies, kissed their hands, and giggled at each other.

“Ok, my girls, now that it’s settled that no one is going anywhere, let’s go get some breakfast.” Taking their hands, Uncle Liam led them to the kitchen to fill their bellies up with waffles, eggs, and bacon.

“Daddy, can I have chocolate milk, please?” Kiera was wiggling in her highchair.

“Ooooo, chocolate milk sounds so yummy. Uncle Liam, can I have some too, please?” She wiggled on her chair in excitement at the prospect of the chocolatey beverage.

“Yes, my girls, you can. Thank you both for using your manners.” Filling up a sippy cup for Kiera and a regular cup for her, he filled their plates and his, and they dug in.

“You make the best waffles, Uncle Liam. Thank you for fixin’ breakfast.” She beamed at him, happily munching away on the delicious meal. When they were all done, they got cleaned up, and she did her chores of loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counters while Kiera put the trash in the trashcan and pushed in all the chairs around the table.

“Now that breakfast is over, I have a fun day planned for us.” Both girls sat on the couch, wiggling and clapping their hands. “Ok, wiggle worms. How would you like to go riding today? Uncle Eamon invited us up today to ride and I thought it would be fun if we took him up on that. What do you think?”

Kiera screamed so loud, Daphne was startled. “Yes! I love riding and I want to ride my pony, Daddy. Oh yes, please!”

“I can always stay here and you all can ride. I can go to the library or I can even just read in my room. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go.”