“Neither is breaking your promise!”
“Nurse, would you mind giving us a minute?”
“Certainly.”
The moment Julie opened the door, Jane was right behind her. Her squeal of surprise when she was lifted off her feet rang out down the hallway before she was carried back into the exam room and the door shoved closed by her daddy’s foot.
“Put me down!”
Her daddy plopped her onto the exam table, instantly caging her in with his arms planted next to her hips, his body leaning toward her so that she had to lean back, her hands splayed against the white paper that covered the table. “You need to calm down, young lady. We’ve discussed this—”
“We didn’t discuss how the hell I’m supposed to pee in some cup when I haven’t had anything to drink in forever! I’ve got to have coffee or at least a Coke!”
“It’s quite obvious that you are addicted to caffeine, which is not healthy. And as far as providing a sample, I assure you that you will be doing so.”
“Good luck with that! You can’t force me to pee!”
“I would not need or desire to force you to urinate.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “You will either be a good little girl and obey Nurse Julie, or Dr. Harper will take the sample himself.”
Jane scoffed, “Oh, so he will force me—”
“No, Jane, the doctor will simply insert a catheter into your urethra and empty your bladder—”
The very thought of that being a possibility had her bladder clenching and her eyes going wide. “This is-is bullshit! I didn’t agree to this!”
“Wrong,” he said. “You agreed last night when you accepted me as your daddy.”
“I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want a daddy and I don’t want to play Little anymore!”
“No? You could have fooled me. You’re certainly doing a great job at being a Little. You are throwing a temper tantrum worthy of a spoiled toddler. Last chance—”
“Fuck yo—”
She never got to finish her vulgar curse as he easily lifted her, ignoring the fact that she tore the white paper from the table as she attempted to retain her seat. All she could do was drop the paper and clutch his leg as she was placed over his thigh, his foot propped up on a stool, keeping her well above the floor. Before she could blink, she felt his arm pulling her tightly into his waist. To her horror, he flipped up her skirt, yanked down her panties and his hand slapped down on her bare bottom. Shocked, it took a stroke delivered sharply, and quite loudly, to each globe of her butt before she shrieked, her legs kicking and her hands hammering at his calf. Cracks as loud as gunshots joined the sound of her shrieks as he began to pepper her bottom. It didn’t take a half dozen before she whipped one arm behind her, attempting to cover his target.
A bit shocked when the swats stopped, she thought she’d won until the next swat landed on her right thigh, instantly reminding her that he’d said there were a lot of places where a naughty girl could be spanked. The stroke against her left thigh had her squealing. “I’m sorry! Please, Daddy, not there!”
“Naughty girls who cover their asses get their thighs spanked,” he said calmly.
After another pair of swats, she lifted her hand from her bottom and waved it in the air. When he took it, she didn’t attempt to pull it free, even when he pinned it to the small of her back.
“I promised to provide for you, take care of all your needs, and be the daddy you’ve dreamed of forever. I promised not to let you down, not to have you worry about what you can expect. I take my commitments seriously, and, young lady, when you throw tantrums, you get spanked… every single time.”
Suddenly, it was like she had an epiphany. This wasn’t a dream. Last night’s spanking had not been a fluke. The heat she felt all across her nether cheeks easily telegraphed that to be true. The echo of each stroke reverberated around the room and through her very soul. This wasn’t some man reluctantly agreeing to give her a few swats after she’d finally gotten up the nerve to beg him and then have him making her feel like some sort of deviant for even suggesting they at least try a little spanking. She was not in control. She’d thrown a fit and he—her daddy—was taking her to task for doing so.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, clinging to his leg with her free hand instead of swatting at it. “Please… stop…”
“Are you going to be my good girl?”
“Yes!” she screeched as each of her poor, burning buttocks was treated to a harder stroke.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Are you going to apologize to Nurse Julie?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Are you going to do exactly as the nurse and doctor instruct you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Are you going to remember that your daddy is committed to you? That he wants nothing more than to assure that his precious girl knows that he will take care of all that she needs?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy!”
“All right. Then we will finish your punishment later.”
She felt a little lightheaded as she was flipped upright and set down on her feet. Her daddy pulled her panties back into place and lowered her skirt before lifting her and setting her on his hip until he returned to his original chair, sat, and moved her onto his lap.
Her emotions were churning, and she just couldn’t look at him. Instead, she buried her face in his shirt, clutching the fabric.
“Shhh,” he said, rocking her in his arms. “You’re fine. I’ve got you.”
“You… you really span-spanked me.”
“I’m not sure why that comes as a surprise. I spanked you last night.”
That was very true, but this was different. Pulling back a bit, her hand waved to indicate the room. “I mean… we aren’t in my house. This… this isn’t private.”
“I told you last night that I would never hesitate to spank you whenever and wherever you earned a punishment, remember?”
Well, she couldn’t argue with that, but it was as if another level of her new life had just been made crystal clear. She squirmed a bit, the movement doing nothing to ease the sting he’d put into her cheeks. “I blame it on the lack of caffeine,” she said, sitting back and looking up at him.
He grinned. “I blame it on the fact that you’ve been wondering if your daddy really means what he says and if I’d actually call you on your behavior outside the setting of your home or mine.”
She could feel her face heat and wondered if it was as red as her ass had to be.
He bent to kiss her forehead. “Now you know that I most definitely will, so no more wondering required.”
“I-I guess so,” she admitted and then remembered what he had said a few minutes earlier. “What did you mean by we’ll finish later?”
He tugged her a little closer before answering. “Part of that you should be able to answer yourself as we discussed it last night.” When she didn’t immediately answer, he took her hand and laid it against the buckle of his belt.
“But I didn’t lie!”
“Didn’t you?”
How an arched eyebrow could make her feel like she was either being purposefully obtuse or attempting to deny her guilt, she didn’t know, but it did. Her mind raced back to her tantrum and she sighed. “I didn’t mean it to be a lie. I just was… was angry.”
“A lie is a lie, Janie. Our relationship isn’t a game. We’re not playing. Granted, it isn’t always an easy dynamic, but we have both agreed to it, and you hurt me and yourself when you use that commitment as a weapon.”
It was hard to nod, but she had felt awful the moment she’d spewed the denial of her dream to have a daddy. “I’m sorry.”
“And there is still the matter of washing your mouth out for the nasty words you uttered.”
“I thought after a spanking, it was over. That I was forgiven when you held me.”
“You’re partially right. You seem to have forgotten that Daddy is the one who decides when the punishment is over and the penance you’ll make each time. But, as I said, we will finish it later. And, Janie, know this as well. When Daddy says you will always be forgiven and I will always hold you just like this to make sure you know how very special my baby girl is to me, know that I mean every single word.”
She thought about for a moment, remembering the words she’d read on the screen that first night. “Thank you, Daddy.”
A few minutes later, a soft knock came on the door and she gasped. “Oh, my God! Everyone is going to know you span-spanked me!”
“No, all the exam rooms are soundproofed, so while Nurse Julie might suspect, and Dr. Harper will know, no one else will.”
“Why will he know?”
“Because he’ll see your red bottom when he examines you.” He gave her a hug, another quick kiss and called out, “Come in.”
Chapter Ten
Sawyer took the plastic cup from Julie and looked down at Janie. He found the fact that she squirmed and then gave a little gasp very satisfying. He’d been telling her the truth, knowing without a doubt that her little tantrum had been more of a test than an actual fit of pique. Though he had told her, without equivocation, exactly what she could expect whenever she misbehaved, he knew that she’d be over his lap, her adorable bottom bared and reddened many more times before she truly believed he’d follow through every time. And follow through he would as that was what daddies did.