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“But I don’t want to let go of you,” I whisper.

“I’ll be right next to the kennel the whole time, so you don’t have to worry,” Daddy soothes me as he opens the kennel.

I keep my arms around his neck, pulling myself against his. I don’t want to go in there. I don’t want to be let go. But Daddy is very quick to get my arms off him and put me in the kennel, locking the door behind me.

I take several deep breaths as I try to calm myself down. Daddy is in front of me. He’s not going anywhere.

“You’re okay,” Daddy gently coos, squatting down so he’s level with me. “Daddy is going to stay in your line of sight, so you don’t have to worry about me leaving. I promise I won’t.”

But it doesn’t ease the anxiety inside of me. If anything, it builds as Daddy stands and starts working on whatever piece of furniture is in front of him. Leaning against the cage wall, I close my eyes and try to think of anything but being inside here.

My mind drifts to when Daddy had me on the table, his tongue inside me, and my whole body melts into the cage. Without thinking, my hand slips to the side of my diaper, trying to reach my clit to give me some sort of pleasure. This is a good distraction.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daddy asks.

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I pull my hand away from my diaper and turn to look at him. “Nothing,” I quickly reply.

Daddy raises an eyebrow as he looks down at me. “Are you sure about that? Do you want to reconsider your answer?”

I shake my head. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Oh, I’m in trouble if he finds out I was about to pleasure myself. I know it’s one of the rules Daddy gave me, but how does he expect me to actually follow that? He can’t give me pleasure for the first time in my life and then expect me not to touch myself.

That’s ludicrous.

“So you weren’t about to touch yourself?” Daddy asks.

“Nope.” My voice goes higher.

Daddy kneels down, opening the top of the kennel before picking me up.

“Do you want to think again?” Daddy asks. “You will be punished if you lie to me.”

“I wasn’t going to touch myself.” I stick to my lie.

Daddy can’t possibly know that I was going to touch myself. He can’t possibly know that I’m lying.

Daddy shakes his head. “I watched you the whole time when you shut your eyes. You were going to touch yourself, and now you are lying to Daddy. Time for your punishment.”

“Wait!” I squeal, trying to get out of his arms. “I don’t deserve to be punished!”

I’ve done nothing wrong yet. I didn’t touch myself.

“You do. I’ve told you several times that lying to Daddy will have you over my lap. I also told you not to touch yourself. You even acknowledged that you understood those two specific rules,” Daddy says as he sits in the chair. “Daddy gave you several times to confess that you lied and were about to touch yourself, but you continued to fib.”

Tears pool in my eyes as I look at him. “But Daddy,” I whine.

“No buts. Daddy gave you several chances to correct yourself, but you chose not to.” He sounds disappointed. “I’m going to give you a spanking now and plug your bottom to remind you that your pleasure is mine. To remind you not to lie to me again.”

Wiggling in his lap, I try to get away from him, but his grip is strong. He maneuvers my body so I’m lying over his lap. Before I know it, my diaper is pulled off me, leaving me completely bare.

“Wait!” I cry out.

Daddy rubs his hand across my bottom. “Yes?”

“You can’t spank me,” I quickly say.