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I brought the Lexan paddle down with force, more than I’d used on the last two rounds.
Smack!The sound echoed in the room, a silent pause and then “EEEYOUCH!” from Ronnie as she tried to buck her hips.
“IcantIcantIcanttttdoit!!!!” came out in one long string.
“Yes, you can, baby, you only have seven to go. Do you need to call red?”
I felt her hesitation as she deliberated with herself and the cost of doing what she did.
“No, Daddy.”
The great thing about this paddle was the material. They’re made from polycarbonate, otherwise known as Lexan, and packed a punch with maximum impact and minimum long-term effects. It would sting like a son of a gun now, but it would dissipate in a few hours.
“After each stroke, you will say, ‘I’m sorry I put lives in danger’.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The paddle whistled and landed with athwapon her lower cheeks.
“I’m sorry I put lives in danger!”
She’d barely gotten the words out when the next stroke landed.
“Yeow! I’m sorry I put lives in danger!”
“You got this, babygirl. On the last stroke you will say, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy, that I put my life in danger’.”
“Waah!”
There was no doubt in my mind that she felt the depths of the emotions she should be and now I just needed to tip her overthe edge into forgiveness. I brought the paddle down hard in the center of her bottom.
“I’m so sorry I put lives in danger!”
By the sixth stroke she lay over my lap all the fight gone out of her.
Smack
“I’m soorryyyy I put lives in danger. Please forgive me.”
“I already have, Veronica. This spanking is for you to forgive yourself.”
I landed two more in quick succession, and then it was time for the last stroke. “This is it, baby. Do you remember what to say?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I raised the paddle, aiming for her sensitive sit spot, and landed my hardest stroke.
Despite it being the harshest spank of the session, she didn’t cry out like she had through most of the others. I ran a hand lightly over her bottom, in soothing circles.
“I… I’m sorry, Daddy, that I-I put my life in da-danger.”
Her apology came out in stutters, but I had no doubts that it was sincere, and I was extremely proud of her. After a time, I sat her up and held her still on my lap. She winced but didn’t complain.
I hugged her tightly while her silent tears tracked down my skin and caught in the waistband of my shorts.
“Shhh. You’re okay, Ronnie, I’ve got you.” Picking her up, I moved to the rocker by the fire and sat down, wrapping her up in a blanket and holding her on my lap, rocking her until she fell asleep.
I was in no rush to move her and held her until the afternoon sun dipped toward the horizon. Sunset was at 4:15 pm which meant we’d been rocking for two hours. The rehearsal dinner and run-through would start at 6:30 pm. I considered wakingher up but laid her on the couch and placed a full glass of water and pieces of chocolate on a plate on the table closest to her head in case she woke while I showered.
