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I moved the phone away from my ear, glared at the screen, and said, “Oh, go fuck yourself, Robot Lady.” I ended the call and returned my phone to the counter.
When I spun around, I gasped at the sight of Daddy standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He’d put the flannel shirt on over the sun t-shirt, but he’d left it unbuttoned so you could still see the front. His face was set in stern lines that sent a quiver across my butt cheeks.
“Young lady,” he said in a scolding voice, “I thought I told you not to run on the stairs.” He lifted one dark eyebrow at me, causing nerves to flutter in my tummy.
Uh oh. Daddy didn’t look happy at all.
“Um, well, I slowed down a little bit, Daddy,” I said, wondering if I would be able to talk my way out of trouble. Would he spank me for disobeying him? I supposed I was about to find out. Heat quaked in my nether region at the thought of getting a spanking from Daddy.
“You barely slowed down, baby girl. That staircase is steep and doesn’t have any carpeting or slip-resistant strips on it. And you’re just wearing socks right now. You could’ve easily slipped and hurt yourself.” A vein in his temple pulsed and I suddenly realized this wasn’t for play. Daddy was upset with me for real. In all fairness, hehadwarned me a couple of times today not to run in the house and especially not on the stairs.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
“I’ve half a mind to punish you for the bad language I just heard you use as well, but I have never given you explicit orders not to cuss, so I suppose that wouldn’t be fair. But hear me out now, young lady. If I hear that kind of vulgarity escaping your lips again, I will wash your mouth out with soapandredden your bottom.” He cleared his throat, dropped his arms to his sides, and approached me. I was already leaning against the kitchen counter, so when he reached me, I was trapped. “But Ihaveexplicitly told you not to run in the house multiple times now, haven’t I?”
Yikes. I knew where he was going with this, and now I was getting worried I really wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of a punishment. “Um, I guess you have warned me a few times not to run in the house. I’m sorry, Daddy, and it absolutely positively one hundred percent won’t happen again. Never ever ever.” I flashed him a polite smile and hoped he believed me.
The idea of getting in trouble with Daddy was both exciting but also scary. Exciting because it was real, and scary because I had a feeling this spanking might hurt considerably more than the first two spankings he’d given me. The spankings that had been more role play than anything.
“I have warned you exactly four times, Gemma, not to run in the house,” he said, taking my chin between his fingers as he forced me to meet his stern gaze, “yet you keep disobeying.” He was quiet for a long, tense moment. “I think you know what happens to disobedient little girls who risk their safety.”
“I, um…” My voice trailed off and I grasped for something intelligible to say. Perhaps I ought to accept the fact that I had a real punishment spanking coming. Perhaps if I was truly repentant and cooperative, Daddy might not go so hard on me. Another tingle raced across my ass.
He stepped closer, allowing me to feel the heat of his huge body. Leaning down to place his lips at my ear, he said, “I know a little girl who’s about to get a spanking from her Daddy.”
CHAPTER18
DEREK
I plannedto install some slip resistant strips on the stairs very soon. But even so, I didn’t want Gemma constantly running up and down the steep staircase. She was a big girl and ought to know better. Never mind the fact that I’d warned her numerous times not to run in the house and especially not on the stairs.
I didn’t like the idea of her getting hurt, and it displeased me that she wasn’t taking her well-being very seriously. What if she fell down the steps when I wasn’t here and really hurt herself? That thought alone was enough to convince me that I needed to be firm with her. A verbal warning or a time-out wouldn’t suffice.
She needed a spanking. A hard one. On her bare little bottom.
I released her chin and turned to grab a kitchen chair. I pulled the chair into the center of the room, just as I had yesterday. But that spanking hadn’t been a true punishment, and she was about to discover just how easy I’d gone on her during that flirting/role play session.
I rolled up my sleeves and then sank down on the chair. With my gaze steady on her, I patted my thigh and gave her an expectant look. “Come here, naughty girl. Come to Daddy.”
She approached me with slow steps but finally reached my side. She bowed her head and started fidgeting in place. Her obvious nervousness made my cock harden and my balls draw up tight.
As she chewed on her bottom lip, she reached around to cup her backside. “Please, Daddy,” she said in a pleading tone that sent more blood rushing to my manhood. “Please don’t spank me too hard. I really am sorry.” Her voice was quiet and small, and she sounded truly sorry, but that wouldn’t change things. I had to make sure she didn’t risk her safety again.
I drew her to stand between my spread legs. Even with me sitting and her standing, she wasn’t much taller than me. The urge to wrap my arms around her and protect her swept through me, an intense need that stole my breath.
With deft movements, I unfastened the front of her jeans, though I didn’t pull them down yet. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she kept chewing on her bottom lip. There was also an increasingly worried gleam in her pretty dark eyes.
“You’re extra adorable when you’re repentant and nervous, baby girl, however, that won’t save you from the firm spanking you have coming. Daddy needs to teach you a lesson, doesn’t he?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy, I suppose so.”
“Tell me why you’re about to get a spanking on your bare bottom, young lady. I want to hear you say it.” I leaned back and watched her, ready to make a grab for her if she tried to bolt. More than once since she’d come to stand in front of me, she’d looked over her shoulder at the doorway.
“I’m gettin’ a spankin’ ‘cause I was naughty and ran in the house and ran on the stairs even though Daddy said not to.” She spoke quickly but quietly, in a voice so low I almost couldn’t make out her words. “And I guess that’s dangerous, and I’m not supposed to do it.”
“That’s right, baby girl. You did something dangerous even after Daddy warned you not to and you put yourself at risk of getting hurt. Daddy doesn’t want to see you hurt. I want to keep you safe, Gemma. Always. And that’s why I’m going to punish you right now. It’s my hope that after I finish reddening your naughty little bottom, you’ll think twice about putting yourself in danger again.”
She gave a slight nod, then glanced over her shoulder at the doorway once more. I hoped she wasn’t foolish enough to try bolting. I’d catch her immediately and she would be lucky if she sat comfortably for the next week if she pulled a stunt like that. Fortunately, she turned to face me again, swallowing hard as her gaze danced to mine briefly before she peered at a random spot on the wall behind me. Her face was dark pink, evidence of her deep shame.
