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“Daddy, it’s not nice to lie.”

Smack!

Ouch!

“I wasn’t lying. And you, Little Thief, aren’t going to sit well for a long while if you keep saying bad things about yourself.”

Whoops. Her bad.

Sometimes these things just came out without her even knowing. Actually, most of the time that happened.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she told him. “I didn’t mean to.”

“We need to work on that.” He rubbed the cheek that he’d just smacked. “What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” she whispered.

“Use it if you need to. It’s a count of twenty.”

Twenty! Was he trying to kill her? Well, it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to pain, so she was certain she could stand anything he dished out.

She didn’t even feel the first few smacks. Honestly, it was kind of a disappointment. The embarrassment of lying over his lap with her bottom on display was worse.

But then the fire in her ass grew. By the time he got to smack number eight, she was kicking her feet and trying to wriggle free.

“That’s ten. Where are you at, baby girl?” he asked, pausing to rub her hot bottom.

“I’ve learned my lesson, Daddy!”

“Really, you think so?”

“Uh-huh, I really, really think so.”

“I don’t. Here come the other ten, unless you need to say your safeword?”

Did she? Not really. Because she wanted the slate to be wiped clean. She wanted for the tight knot in her tummy to be gone.

“No, Daddy. I don’t want to say my safeword,” she told him sadly.

“That’s my brave girl,” he replied. Then he started in again. The first few had her kicking her feet again. Then a sob broke free. And by the time he got to the last two, tears were dripping down her face and she lay slumped over his knees with no fight left in her.

“There you are, baby girl. All over now. Shh. Shh. You’re all right. Daddy has you. It’s all done.”

“I’m s-sorry I was n-naughty, Daddy!” she cried.

“Shh. It’s all right.” He moved her so she was sitting on his lap, then he stood with her in his arms and moved to the bed. He lay on his back and arranged her so she lay over him, her face pressed to his chest. One hand rubbed her back, the other one was on her upper thigh, holding her still as she cried.

“Let it all out. That’s a good girl.”

“I’m not a g-good girl. I’m naughty!”

“Hey, just because you said some naughty things about yourself doesn’t mean you’re not a good girl.”

“Then how come I haven’t gotten a good girl reward yet?” she wailed.

“A good girl reward?”

She leaned up so she could glare down at him. “Daddy! Did you forget? You said that good girls got Daddy’s mouths between their legs and his tongue in their pussy!”

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