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Hux had just gotten a phone call and was facing away from her.
Too late, she remembered that there was a reason she wasn’t to go up the slide. But now she was stuck. She couldn’t go up or down. She needed her Daddy!
“Daddy Hux!”
Hux turned, a look of horror filling his face. “I’m coming, little darlin’.”
He chucked his phone to one side and raced over to her. He climbed the ladder and was soon behind her, his body attempting to warm hers.
“Little darlin’, what were you thinking? It’s too high for you. You’re trembling.”
“I’s sorry, Daddy Hux. I wanna get down.”
“All right. You want to go down the slide? Daddy will go with you. I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.”
“Right, move your hands up one at a time. No, it’s all right. I’m not going to let you fall. That’s it. Good girl. I have you.”
And he did. One arm was wrapped around her waist, the other holding onto the rail as he guided her up. Then he had her sit, and he sat behind her, his legs bracketing her.
“Ready. One. Two. Three.”
She felt a little sick from how high it was, but then there was a rush of excitement as they slid down.
“Wooo!” she cried out as they rushed down the slide.
At the bottom, he turned her on his lap, holding her tight. “Are you okay? Are you still feeling scared?”
“Daddy, I wanna go again! Again!”
“What?”
“That was fun. Can we, Daddy?”
The worried look on his face changed to a stern one.
Uh-oh.
“While I’m ecstatic that you’re calling me Daddy again, it’s not going to distract me from what just happened. What was the rule about the slides, little darlin’?”
“That I wasn’t to go up without you.”
“Right. I think that someone needs a bit of time in the discipline room.”
“No, Daddy! I don’t.”
He lifted her off his lap, ignoring her protests as he stood and grabbed her hand, leading her to the back of the large building. There were two doors with ‘discipline room’ written on them. He led her in and locked the door behind him. She glanced around. There was a wooden bench with a padded top and handcuffs attached to the front legs in one corner.
Yikes.
There was also a wooden chair and a soft-looking sofa. A cupboard was against the wall and one corner of the room had a chair with Time-Out painted along the back.
Hux reached for the buckles of her jumpsuit, undoing them and pulling it off fully before taking off her panties. She was left standing in just her T-shirt and bra.
“Time-Out for five minutes and I expect you to think about what you just did.”
She sat in the corner. She hated corner time. As far as she was concerned, she already did enough thinking. What was the big deal, anyway? She was the one scared of heights . . . if she wanted to do it, then she should be able to.
Only she recalled the panicked look on his face, and guilt filled her.
“Right, come here.”
She turned so fast she knocked the chair over, leaving it as she ran toward where he sat on the sofa.
“Whoa, hey, little darlin’, what is it?” he asked as he drew her onto his lap.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I know you didn’t. But the fact is that you did. And you broke the rules I gave you.”
“I know, Daddy. So you need to punish me?”
“I do. You’re getting five with my hand and then three with this paddle.” He reached down to pick up a small heart-shaped paddle.
That seemed extra awful. To make an instrument of torture into a heart shape.
Some mean old mind thought that one up.
“Over you go.” He lifted her off, then patted his lap.
She got into place. Maybe this would make her cry. Beck hadn’t mentioned anything more about giving her a bigger spanking to relieve the guilt. And she was too nervous to ask.
When she was in position, Hux spanked her steadily with hard, even spanks on her poor bottom. By the time he’d given her five, she was kicking her feet.
“Ouch, Daddy! Hurts!”
“Good. It’s meant to. I want you to think twice before you break the rules again. You scared me half to death!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“The last three are with the paddle. And they will hurt,” he warned.
Awesome. She didn’t know whether it was better or worse to know that.
Smack!
A small screech erupted from her.
Holy. Crap.
That seriously hurt.
Smack!
“Daddy, noooo!”
Smack!
The last one landed and took her breath away. She was still trying to take a decent breath as he turned her over and held her tight against his chest, singing to her in a quietly.
She pressed her face to his chest, managing to calm down.
Holy. Crap.
That had nearly done it, nearly cracked her. And her ass was throbbing.
“Daddy, that hurt!”
