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Having Cricket bound to the foot of the bed like this gave him a damn good view with her pussy and her plugged asshole on display. She was also bent over far enough that she wouldn’t have much in the way of padding, even on the fleshiest part of her buttocks which was exactly what he wanted. He couldn’t stand not being able to touch her and hold her right now, but Owen also knew he needed to make an impression.
Given the way Cricket squawked when he laid the first strike down, he felt like he was accomplishing his mission.
“Daddy is punishing you, babygirl, because you kept important information from me,” he told her, peppering her backside with swats of the heavy, thick leather. “I can’t take care of you properly if you don’t tell me the truth. Getting your bottom blistered will help remind you that it’s always better to tell Daddy too much than not enough.”
Cricket whimpered, and Owen smacked one of her sits spots especially hard, which made her yelp and whimper again, probably because she’d lunged forward and put tension on her clamped nipples.
“There is no such thing as too much. Daddy takes care of your feeding, Daddy takes care of your bedtime, Daddy takes care of your potty, Daddy takes care of your feelings, Daddy takes care of your diaper, Daddy takes care of your discipline, Daddy takes care of your feedings. There isn’t a single thing Daddy doesn’t take care of. Do you understand me, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cricket sniffed.
She was close to tears and he didn’t think it was all from the pain although he wasn’t taking it easy and this paddle was substantial.
“Do you trust me, love bug?” he asked, laying a hand at the small of her back while continuing to rain blows down on her bright pink backside. He’d be getting her to red by the end of this.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then you show that trust by letting me see every part of you. I want to take care of every part of you, all the time. You are never too much for Daddy. I want your happiness and your sadness, I want your tantrums and your celebrations. I want your smiles and your tears, I want your wins and your losses. I want everything and you’re going to give it to me. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
There. Cricket was crying now, her voice hitching around tears and sniffles, her shoulders shaking.
“The day I learned you’re a Little was the best day of my life. I love that you’re a Little. I wouldn’t want you any other way. We fit so well together because you’re a Little. So maybe Mitch Collins didn’t want to be your Daddy and all that entails, but I sure as hell do. And you’re not going to keep a single ounce of that from me anymore, are you?”
“No, Daddy. No! I’m so sorry. So sorry, Daddy. I should’ve told you. I was afraid.”
“Are you still afraid?” he demanded, alternating between her cheeks with vicious thwacks of the paddle because he knew she didn’t mean afraid of corporal punishment.
No, being physically disciplined seemed to do very well for his babygirl. Very well indeed. She was sobbing now, and he could almost feel the reluctance and doubt draining away, like they were being flushed from his love bug’s body along with her tears.
“No, Daddy. I’m not afraid anymore. I believe you. I’m so sorry for keeping secrets.”
“That’s right. Babygirls don’t keep secrets from their Daddies. Why not?”
“So you can be the best Daddy you can be. But…but you’re already the best Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Owen let the last swat crack across her sit spots, and Cricket yowled. Yeah, he bet that hurt. Her skin was bright red, and would be hot to the touch. Her bottom would be swelling already, and she’d have fresh bruises in a couple hours and more in the morning. She wouldn’t forget this lesson anytime soon.
He let the paddle clatter to the floor and then set about releasing Cricket from her bondage. She let out a pathetic moan when he freed her nipples from the clamps, and tears continued to spill down her cheeks while he worked. At last he had undone all the buckles and clips and helped her to stand just long enough to help her to the side of the bed so she could lie down.
Owen climbed in beside her and shifted their limbs until Cricket was lying on top of him, her legs in a straddle and her head on his chest. She was still crying hard, and he helped ease her through her weeping by rubbing her back and stroking her hair, murmuring kindnesses and praise to her.
“You were such a good girl, Cricket. Such a good girl taking your punishment, and giving such a good apology. I’m so glad you believe me. I hope we never have to have this conversation again.”
“No, Daddy, no,” she wailed.
“Are you going to think of your very sore bottom when you consider keeping something from Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy. It hurts.”
“I know,” Owen told her, and reached down to the bottom in question to squeeze the tender flesh. “Pain helps babygirls remember their promises to their Daddies.”
“Promise, Daddy, I promise.”
Poor thing was pretty overwrought and he wanted to get her settled so he could get her hydrated and wrap up her punishment. Then they could have a fun afternoon together with the air between them as clear as it was out on Enclave.
“Okay, babygirl, okay. You’re a good girl. You’re my good girl.”
