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“Are you going to be Daddy’s good little girl tonight, Lexie?” His warm hands cupped her bottom cheeks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
As he gazed down at her, she became lost in his dark depths. The unmistakable bulge of his manhood poked at her through his pants, and her tummy fluttered. Daddy. He was going to take care of her tonight. All weekend, in fact. And he seemed just as excited about it as her.
“I’m not going to haul you over my knee for a proper spanking just yet, not for a few more weeks, Lexie.” He touched the soft flesh beneath her left breast, where a faint yellowish bruise still marred her skin. She’d ceased wearing the wrap and thought she was mostly healed, but if she moved around too much or too quickly, a jolt of pain would shoot through her chest, reminding her that she wasn’t fully recovered yet.
She grinned up at him, twirling a lock of hair between two fingers. “Does that mean I can get away with being naughty, Daddy?”
“Absolutely not, little girl. Naughtiness will be punished swiftly. If I think you need more than a few smacks to your bottom, I won’t hesitate to reacquaint your bottomhole with the cane.”
A shudder rippled through her. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
“I hope so.” He rolled up his sleeves, smiled encouragingly, and guided her toward the toilet. “Do you have to go potty, Lexie?”
Digging her feet in the cool tile floor, she shook her head and gazed at him wide-eyed. The idea of being completely taken care of had driven her wild with longing these past few weeks, but now that she was faced with one of the more embarrassing parts of her fantasies, she was overcome with shame and didn’t think she could even sit down on the toilet in front of him, let alone relieve herself. It was far, far too humiliating. “No, Daddy, I’m fine!”
Ignoring her answer, he lifted the lid and pulled her forward despite her protests. “Be a good girl and go potty, Lexie. I know you haven’t gone in a while.”
She stomped her foot once and tried to twist out of his grasp. “I said I’m fine, Daddy!” Her face had never felt so hot, and she yelped as her daddy swatted the backs of her thighs. She danced around, trying to dodge the blows. It had been ages since she’d had a spanking, so her flesh was tender and unused to even the lightest smack. “Owie! No spankin’, Daddy!”
“Little. Girls. Don’t. Argue.” He slapped her sit spots a dozen more times, bringing tears to her eyes. Rising to his full height, he glowered down at her and held her out by the shoulders. “Are you going to listen to Daddy now?”
Blinking rapidly, she fought to hold her tears back, feeling foolish for resisting him so early on. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Her lip trembled and she nodded. “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry. Can you leave the bathroom at least?” She already knew his answer, but she couldn’t help but try for a bit of privacy.
“No, little girl. Now sit down and go potty. Daddy really doesn’t want to have to punish you again.”
She obeyed, her face growing hotter as she relieved herself under Daddy’s watchful gaze. She thought she’d never known shame so deep, but he added to her embarrassment moments later as he cleaned her up.
“Very good girl.” Affection glimmered in his gorgeous eyes as he smiled at her.
She melted under his praise, though her shame didn’t leave. She felt even more naked and exposed as she stood in the center of the bathroom while he prepared her bath. Excitement churned within her as she watched him add bubbles, and she smiled as he swirled his hand around in the water to make them grow.
“Okay, little girl,” he said, standing up. “Let’s get you in the bath tub.” He picked her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her in the water.
Warmth surrounded her as she sank further into the tub, and she delighted in the bubbles surrounding her. She scooped up the bubbles and blew them out of her hands, giggling when a few hit Daddy in the face.
“Oops. Sorry, Daddy.” Another giggle burst from her chest as he wiped the bubbles from his face with a towel. As she continued laughing and swishing her arms and legs around in the tub, water splattered over the edge and onto the floor.
“Little girl, you’d better calm down right now. No water on the floor.”
She immediately stopped splashing and lowered her head. “I’m just havin’ fun, Daddy,” she mumbled, trying to restrain another smile. Even though he’d embarrassed her moments ago, and quite thoroughly, she suddenly felt playful. Of course it probably wasn’t smart to test her daddy, not while she was naked and a bath brush hung on a rack nearby. Gulping, she looked at the bath brush and decided to settle down.
Daddy chuckled, following her gaze. He picked the heavy brush up and smacked it against his palm. “I almost forgot about this,” he said, hitting his palm again. The heavy smacking sound made her jump. Once, almost a year ago, he’d paddled her with the terrible thing. A dozen spanks to her bottom cheeks and another dozen to her thighs.
Lexie gulped hard and remained absolutely still in the water. “Oh, Daddy, I’ll be very good. Please don’t spank me with the bath brush.” The memory of the sting it packed made her bottom tingle and sent a jolt of fear through her center. Under no circumstances did she want a spanking with the bath brush, especially not with a wet bottom. She doubted Daddy would bother drying her off first should he have cause to punish her. She hoped to be a good girl and relief washed over her when he finally placed the brush aside.
He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it in the water, working up the bubbles in it before touching it to her breasts. Gasping, she closed her eyes for a second as a naughty thrill spiraled throughout her. Her nipples tightened as he soaped up her breasts, and her heart pounded when she opened her eyes to meet his affectionate gaze. He instructed her to lift her arms, and he continued bathing her while she sat pliantly and followed his instructions, for the most part.
“Daddy, that tickles!” she cried as he washed her feet. Unable to hold still, she kicked and tried to squirm away from the washcloth.
“Alexa Marie,” he warned, grasping her ankles. “Be. Good.”
She held her breath and closed her eyes until he finished with her feet, sighing in relief when he released her ankles. Finally. “You’re a meanie, Daddy,” she said, pouting, though a smile threatened to break through.
“If you think I’m a meanie now, just wait until I clean the rest of you.” One dark, thick eyebrow rose up as he held her gaze while soaping up the washcloth again.
Shame filled her as the meaning of his words sank in.
