My hand fell back to my side immediately as the tears continued to fall down my face. I felt so embarrassed as I pictured how I must look. Young woman, wearing footie pajamas, standing in the corner with a well spanked bottom. I must look like a fool.
I knew I’d messed up tonight, and I didn’t want to do it again. I kept crying as I wondered if Robert would no longer want me. Who would want someone they had to punish the first night they tried role playing together?
I continued crying until Robert finally called me back over to him. I slowly walked over, my head still hung in shame.
“Sweetie, you can sit down and continue to eat your dinner. I was going to suggest earlier to try and take a forkful of asparagus and add some spaghetti or a meatball to the fork, so you eat it at the same time. That way, you won’t taste the asparagus as much.”
I nodded, still not looking at him. I was having a hard time controlling my tears.
“Turn around and I’ll fasten the drop seat of your jammies back on, and then we can sit down and eat again.”
I slowly turned around as he fastened the drop seat, then took my seat across from him. I winced when my tender bottom came in contact with the chair. My footie pajamas helped with some of the pain I was sure, but it still hurt.
I still couldn’t stop the tears that kept falling down my face. Besides my butt hurting, I knew that Robert was waiting to tell me that he no longer wanted to role play with me.
After a couple of minutes of silence, he said, “Baby girl, what’s the matter? I know that you don’t like spankings, but I forgave you. There’s no need for any more tears.”
I looked up at him and asked, “So… you still want… to play with… me?”
Shock registered on his face for a moment before he asked, “What? Sweetie, did you think because I just gave you a spanking I was going to stop seeing you?”
I sadly nodded my head. I didn’t want him to go. He was perfect.
He shook his head. “Baby girl, you’re little. You made a mistake, and I punished you, I forgave you, and now we move on. I’m not going to leave you. Unless you want me to?”
“No!”
“Okay then. I’m not going to leave you unless you ask me to.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay,” I said sighing, letting my shoulders release the tension I didn’t realize I was holding. He’s not going to leave. He’s going to stay with you, I kept telling myself.
“Good. Now please eat your food, sweetie pie.”
“Okay,” I said and did what he had suggested earlier. Turns out, I didn’t taste the asparagus as much as before when I ate it with a forkful of meatball or spaghetti. Pretty soon, the asparagus was all gone, along with the rest of the food that was on my plate.
I felt so full. In reality, I knew that there hadn’t been that much food on my plate, but since I hadn’t been eating as much as I should, a kid’s portion felt like a Thanksgiving Day feast to me.
“Someone was a little bit of a messy eater today,” he chuckled.
I looked down at myself and noticed a few red spots on my bib, but nothing too messy. I looked up at him confused, and then noticed that he was blotting his shirt with a napkin.
I started to laugh as I realized he was referring to himself. “Maybe you should wear a bib too!”
He looked at me and said, “Maybe I should, but how then would people be able to tell which one of us was the daddy and which one of us was the baby girl?”
“Ummm… They would know because… you’re taller!” I said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind as I continued to giggle.
We both laughed and it made me feel happy and that I could let go a little more. If Robert could openly laugh at himself, that went a long way in showing me what kind of person he was.
Chapter Ten
It was music to my ears to hear Juliana laughing. When she did, it made her look years younger and less on guard. I hoped that one day I could put that look on her face permanently, instead of only seeing it on occasion.
I still couldn’t believe that she thought I was going to leave her just because I’d given her a spanking for not eating her vegetables. I made a mental note to reassure her so she knew I would always be there for her.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked her as I finished putting the containers of food away in the refrigerator. I glanced at the clock. It was just about seven forty-five. I planned on putting her down to sleep at around nine fifteen. So, we had plenty of time to play together.
“We could watch TV again… if you want to,” she suggested, looking up at me hesitantly.