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“You are not and will not ever be a charity case.”
“But Daddy…”
“You belong to Daddy now and Daddy takes care of what’s his. That’s not up to you nor will it ever be. If Daddy wants to buy Emma some new clothes or toys, he will. If Daddy wants to wrap his beautiful little girl in pretty clothes and take her out for a romantic date, he will because it makes him happy to do so,” he continued.
“Daddy, you can’t,” I whined. His fingers gripped my chin a bit more roughly and his eyes hardened with warning.
“None of that is up to you, little girl.”
“Daddy, please,” I tried one more time.
He pulled back and lowered his grip to the bottom of my shirt. There was no asking, simply taking as he pulled my shirt up over my head. I squeaked in surprise at my sudden nakedness as he tossed it aside on one of the comfy padded armchairs in the room.
Methodically, he stripped me, unclipping my bra and shucking my pants and panties down my legs without saying anything at all. Gently, he gripped my upper arm and led me over to the couch. He sat down and he maneuvered me to stand between his thighs.
“It’s Daddy’s job to take care of you, little girl. It is a privilege to be able to do so and I take great joy in it,” he explained, and I shifted from one foot to another.
“Do you really mean that, Daddy?” I said softly.
“I do, Leah. It is also Daddy’s job to give you what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“What do you need right now, little girl?”
My backside tightened. I knew the answer, but I didn’t really want to say it. I’d been feeling overwhelmed with everything for days and the two of us had been so busy that there hadn’t been much time for us. It wasn’t the gifts that had made me so uneasy; it was that I needed him to reclaim me in the most visceral way possible.
My nipples pebbled and I knew that he expected me to say it even though I was so reluctant.
“I need a spanking, Daddy,” I whispered so quietly I could hardly hear it.
“Tell me what kind of spanking you need from your daddy,” he pressed.
“A punishment spanking, Daddy,” I answered, feeling smaller than I ever had in my life. I wanted to be reminded how much he cared for me, not necessarily with gifts, but with the raw physical connection that burned between us when he put me over his knee before he put me in his bed.
“Do you want to know something, little girl?”
“Daddy?”
“Daddy knew you needed that even before you said anything at all today, my feisty girl, and do you know why that is?”
I shook my head.
“Because I love you,” he said boldly.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I blushed.
“Now, lay over my knee, little girl,” he instructed firmly.
My roller coaster of emotions had swept from anger to love now to anxiety over what was coming. My first punishment spanking had been hard enough to make me cry and I wasn’t certain how difficult this one was going be to get through. Thankfully, he grasped my upper arm and gently pulled me over one knee. My heart pounded as he pinned me into place by throwing his leg over the backs of mine.
This was going to hurt if he was doing that at the start.
He laid his hand on my bottom and I tensed, but he slowly swirled his palm over my cheek. My clit pulsed and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the arousal between my thighs and failing completely.
“Is it up to you to decide when Daddy takes care of you, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I pouted.
