Page 34 of Ace

She whimpered and squirmed. He could tell she was seriously regretting her life choices. Taking a moment to build suspense, he admired the picture she made. Her milky-white bottom fully on display for his correction, her long legs bent across his, her braids tossed to the sides of her head, obscuring her face from view. He had another moment of regret, questioning what it said about him that he liked this so much, but pushed it out of the way and reminded himself firmly that this was at its heart, a consensual arrangement, and she was in actuality, an adult. Even if she sometimes acted like she wasn’t, or dressed for her inner child, her body was that of an adult.

“Daddy?” she said meekly, bringing him back to reality.

“Just gathering my thoughts, sweetie,” he assured her. “This is my first time punishing you, and I want to make sure I do a good job.”

“Ughhh,” she groaned.

He knew she had no idea how complicated doing a good job was and what it actually entailed on his end.

“Okay, sweetie. This is a punishment so you can’t use a safeword to stop it just because it hurts, but you can use your safeword to pause it if something is wrong. So remember, if you need a minute, or something is wrong besides your bottom hurting, or you need to talk to Daddy, you can say Sherbert, and everything will stop, at least for a while.”

She stayed quiet, and he lightly pinched the underside of her bottom. “Say ‘yes, Daddy’ so I know you understand.”

“Yessss, Daddddyy.”

She was getting comfortable enough to inject a bit of sass into her voice and he knew he needed to change that. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard, first on her left cheek, then her right.

“You’re getting a warm up with my hand first,” he told her, “but I will be spanking your bottom with the hairbrush before we are through.”

“Ow! Yes, Daddy!” she cried. “Ow!”

Hs spanked again, and she kicked her legs, scissoring them in the air, nearly knocking herself off his lap. She was already too squirmy, and they’d barely just begun.

“Stay still, little one,” he scolded.

“I can’ttttt,” she wailed. “It hurtssss!”

“It’s going to hurt a lot more before we are through.” He spoke to himself as much as to her as he dutifully trapped her legs between his, tucked her body in close to his waist, and pinned her wrists behind her back. “I should have picked up bondage tape,” he muttered when she tried to yank them from his grasp.

That made her stop fighting. “Now remember, little one, you need to take your punishment like a good girl. That means if you fight or pull your hands out of mine, or wiggle off my lap, the spanking will start over and it will get worse. No more of these shenanigans. You are not in control, and you are getting a spanking, and you will be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

“O-okay, Daddy!”

Her voice came out on a sniffle and he could tell the tears were already falling freely even though they’d barely started. Now he spanked hard and fast, painting her bottom pink with his hand, smacking every inch of the exposed skin from the center of her bottom to the tops of her thighs until she was pink and mewling.

“Are you starting to get the picture, little one? Are you learning your lesson?”

“Yesss! It’s all learned! You don’t need to use the brush, Daddy, you don’t!”

“You are not in charge. Apparently you haven’t learned that part of the lesson yet.” He picked up the brush and rested the cool wood against her warm, red skin, watching as a shiver ran down her spine.

“I’m going to start now,” he informed her.

Her spine went rigid as she braced herself. Smack! The wood cracked against the fleshiest part of the center of her cheek, and she screeched, rearing up as much as she was able with his tight hold on her. “OWWWWW! Stop!”

“No,” he told her firmly. “I’m not going to stop until your bottom is hot and red and I’m certain you’ve learned a lesson. Your punishment is not over until I say it’s over.”

“Agggh!” Her muffled scream of fury was unleashed into Bert’s back, but she took a deep breath and steeled herself before the brush cracked against her other cheek with a satisfying crack.

He didn’t give her time to cry out, or argue or do anything but absorb the pain, as the brush made contact with its intended target time and again.

Her skin was turning red fast, and her shoulders were shaking with her muffled sobs. He had no doubt that Bert’s fur was soaked with tears.

It was time to drive home the lesson with a lecture. “You do not yell at Daddy.” Smack! “You do not tell Daddy no when he tells you it’s time to do something.” Crack. “You do not hit Daddy.” Crack. “You are not in charge.” Smack!

She let out a tearful muffled wail of “Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!” and he continued to spank, driving his point home with ten more well-placed swats, making sure to get her sit spots on the last four.

When he was finished, her bottom was red and hot to the touch, and her body was wracked with sobs.