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His babygirl whimpered but didn't argue. She climbed down from the rocking chair and made her way over to the changing table on hands and knees. Owen didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that generous ass sway as she crossed the room on all fours.
While she waited, he fetched a few things from a storage ottoman and brought them over. He had Cricket sit on the edge of the changing table with her feet dangling for now.
Then he fanned out the implements he'd brought over so she could see them all. He had learned a lot about her in the short time they’d known each other, but there was still so much to figure out and this would fit another piece in the puzzle.
Cricket's sweet face screwed up as she took in the selection on offer. There was a wide-headed hairbrush, a ruler, a ping pong paddle, and a squat rectangular paddle with a handle that fit his grip perfectly.
“You can pick which implement Daddy is going to spank your naughty bottom with, love bug.”
The pout she gave him said the choice wasn’t welcome, but this was a punishment after all. Owen couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to having his babygirl bottoms up for more than a maintenance spanking. He loved pretty much any interaction with her ass, but there was something intoxicating about spanking a willing woman to tears, and that was his intention.
“Do I have to, Daddy?”
“If Daddy chooses, you’ll be getting all of them,” he told her.
While he wouldn’t mind that at all—and she’d be getting all of them at some point or another—he suspected Cricket wouldn't be so keen on experiencing the quadruple threat right now.
“The-the hairbrush, please, Daddy.”
Interesting choice.
“As you like, babygirl. Let’s get you on your tummy.”
He helped Cricket shift so she was facedown on the table, and then fastened the waist strap. Not that it would actually do much to keep her still, but it was part of the head games he liked to play with her.
“We’re going to start with a warm-up, and I’ll let you know when your discipline starts,” he told her, folding up her skirt to reveal her puffy diaper cover.
The first few spanks he brought down on her backside were soft swats over her diaper, and his dick was already raring to go. But there was quite a bit between his cock and satisfaction, namely that this wasn’t about sex, it was about correcting Cricket's behavior.
He knew some Daddies and Mommies and other caregivers enjoyed brats, but he never really had. If Cricket were bratty, he’d try to find a way to make it work, but he preferred this.
Owen took his sweet time warming his babygirl up, slowly but steadily working her up and removing the layers of her diaper until he’d produced a warm, rosy bottom. His hand had heated some too, mostly as he’d been clapping his hand against her gorgeous backside.
“I think you’re nice and warm now, Little girl. Time for your punishment to begin. When we’re done, you’ll have cuddles and then Daddy will give you breakfast.”
* * *
Cricket wasn’t entirely sure what she’d expected from a punishment spanking, but the crack of her Daddy's hand against her bare bottom was more painful than she’d anticipated.
It stung and made her yelp and buck against the table. Her Daddy didn’t seem to mind the noise, but he did scold her for moving.
“Cricket, you need to be still. I don’t want you falling off and hurting yourself. I’ll add more bondage if I need to, but I’d rather you control yourself like the good, cooperative girl I know you can be.”
She wanted to be good, she really did, but Cricket didnotthink staying still was in the cards if he kept doing that. Another swift, hard smack landed against her tender skin and she cried out and kicked her feet.
Daddy tutted at her and shame and arousal mixed to make her whole body hot.
“Looks like Daddy’s babygirl needs some help staying still. I can do that. And we’ll need to practice more to get you to behave.”
Cricket buried her face in the squishy surface of the changing pad but knew she was wet between her legs just thinking about Daddy making her “practice.” He pulled her mitts on and clipped them to the table, and then wrapped cuffs around her ankles and clipped those down too. Between that and the way he pressed down firmly at the small of her back, Cricket nearly forgot about the pain of her punishment.
As soon as the hairbrush made contact with her backside, she was reminded.Ow!
With Daddy holding her down plus the clips attached to the table, she couldn’t move much, and she had to bear the stinging whacks of the wood against her bottom. They smarted and stung andhurt.
Then Daddy started talking to her which was only the slightest distraction.
“Daddy is giving you a naughty girl spanking because you were badly behaved and refused to take one of your morning bottles.”
