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She stuck her nose in the corner and pushed her bottom out.
“I want you to think about what choices you could have made differently, mi Pequeña.”
Her lower lip drooped. Yeah, she could have made the choice to poison Rafael as soon as he came to live here. Doomy Gloomy would have helped her, right?
Or maybe Nighthawk. He was filled with all sorts of information. She liked playing games online with him. He was a smart guy. He’d definitely know how to poison someone without leaving a trace.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How to poison someone without it coming back on me. I’m thinking cookies. I’ll bake them cookies.”
“Catarina,” he said firmly. “You’re supposed to be thinking about what you should have done differently, not about how best to poison someone. Although cookies are definitely a good idea.”
“I know. I’m smart like that. I’d be awesome at poisoning people. And I know just who to test them on.”
“Turn around and come here.”
She turned, walking toward him with a wary look. He drew her between his open legs, where he sat on the large armchair. Reaching up, he grasped her chin to hold her face steady. “You are not poisoning Rafael. Also, you’re not allowed to use the oven to bake cookies.”
“I’m sure there’s some no-bake bar or cake that I could find the recipe for.”
“That was not actually the main takeaway from what I just said.”
“Then you should be clearer, Papi,” she told him solemnly.
“I will talk to Rafael about easing up and letting you go places, all right? But I expect you to try and get along with him too.”
“So, no no-bake bars?”
“No no-bake bars,” he said firmly. “Now, let’s get these off you, then I want you to kneel on this armchair with your hands holding the back and your knees spread, ass out.”
“Papi. Can’t you just spank me over your knee?”
“Not this time. I’m going to be giving you ten with my hand and ten with your naughty girl paddle.”
She gasped. “Papi, no!”
“Si. Then we’re going to the office so I can finish up some work and you’ll write lines with a fat plug in your bottom.”
He stripped off her romper and stared down at her panties in surprise. “I thought your behind was looking a little bigger, but I know better than to comment on a woman’s bottom. However, I wasn’t expecting this. No Bubble Wrap this time?” he asked, referring to the time she’d stuck Bubble Wrap down her panties and over her bottom to protect it when she’d gotten into trouble.
“No, that didn’t really work. This time, I’ve got padded panties. I think they’re actually training panties. Pretty sure I could pee in these things and they would hold everything in. I bought them online.”
“Really? Interesting.”
“Don’t get any ideas, Papi.”
“I was thinking that on your baby days, they might come in handy.”
It was slightly tempting to let him take care of her in all ways.
But she wasn’t there yet.
“No.”
“Oh, I think we’ll try it.”
“Nuh-uh, Papi. Nope.”
“We’ll see.”
He was impossible sometimes. He turned her around and there was a pause as he ran his finger over the words printed on the back of her panties.
“Cat is a good girl. That’s very cute. But also, false advertising.”
“Hey!” She tried to turn, but he held her still. Somehow, this seemed to be backfiring on her.
Most of your plans do, Cat.
Yeah, she couldn’t argue that.
“Papi,” she groaned. “Can we just get on with the spanking?”
“You’re very eager for someone who’s going to get her butt paddled, then sit to write some lines.”
Shoot.
She groaned. She hated lines.
And she really hated doing lines while sitting on a hot bottom.
So. Mean.
Turning her back to him, he drew down her padded panties. She didn’t know why, but being dressed or undressed by him was something she adored. It made her feel so cared for. Cherished.
Even when she was being stripped so he could give her a spanking.
“Part your legs,” he ordered.
She spread her feet wide and he cupped her pussy, running a finger along her lips to flick her clit.
“Papi,” she moaned.
“Just checking.” He drew his wet fingertips up to his mouth. “Someone is turned on. Too bad she’s been such a naughty girl and doesn’t get to come.”
“Surely, the spanking is enough punishment.”
“Surely, it isn’t,” he countered.
So. Mean.
Standing, he grasped her chin and then bent down to kiss her. The kiss was soft and sweet. Long. Delicious. By the end of it, she was swaying on her feet, her body on fire.
“Move into position,” he ordered.
Crap.
She kneeled on the chair, holding onto the back of it. And then she pushed her knees wide, pressing out her bottom. He moved behind her, running his hand down her back and over her ass. She shivered in anticipation.
“Look at my good girl, kneeling in place for her spanking. What did you do to deserve this punishment?”
