“I’m done, Daddy,” I said, pushing the open notebook towards him.
He looked over my lines. “That’s perfect. Let me see your hand, please.”
I gave it to him and he took it and began to massage it. After a few minutes, the cramps started to dissipate. After a few minutes more, they were all gone.
“Okay, pumpkin, on to your second punishment. Let’s go into the bedroom,” he said, giving my hand a little pull so I stood up.
I stood and quietly said, “You’re going to spank me. This is going to hurt.”
“Yes it will, but don’t worry, I’ve had a lot of practice spanking naughty little girls’ bottoms.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” I said as I rubbed my behind with my free hand, knowing that in a few short minutes it would be bright red and burning.
We entered my bedroom and Robert sat down at the end of my bed. “Alright, little girl, pants and underwear off and over my lap you go.”
With slow hands I removed my pants and panties and draped myself over his lap. He ran his hand over my bottom, increasing my embarrassment and making my bottom tense up.
“This will hurt less if you relax your bottom, Juliana.”
Ha! Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to get spanked.
Smack! “You. Will. Not. Lie. To. Your. Daddy,” he said, as he alternated spanks over my bottom.
The spanks stung my butt when they landed, but they didn’t hurt me much… yet. The thing that bothered me the most were the noises. Daddy’s bare hand on my bare globes always made each spank sound worse than it actually felt.
Smack! “You will not—keep secrets from your Daddy,” he continued saying, while raining down more smacks on my increasingly aching backside.
I began to cry after the second set of spanks. My bottom was really starting to hurt. At first it just stung, but now my bottom felt like it was on fire. The worst part though, was the shame that I felt from being over my Daddy’s lap and having to display my red butt to him. This really did make me feel like a six year old that had screwed up.
Smack! “No—more—lies,” he finished, with one final hard smack on the center of my bottom.
“I… I’m… sorry… Daddy!” I sobbed as he moved me so I was sitting on his lap. I threw my arms over his neck and just cried because I’d lied to my Daddy over something that could have seriously hurt me.
“It’s okay, sweetie pie. You’re forgiven,” he cooed, squeezing me tightly and kissing my head.
“Promise?” I asked, wiping my nose on the back of my hand.
“Yes, baby girl.”
“Thanks,” I said, sniffing and snuggling closer to his chest.
“Blow baby,” he said, holding up a Kleenex to my nose. I did, wondering where he got it.
He must have seen my confusion because he said, “I always make sure to carry a few Kleenexes in case I need to give a spanking to my baby girl. Now, how about we put your clothes back on and we can go watch TV together on the couch?”
“Okay,” I said, carefully getting off his lap. With his help, I got my clothes back on and we walked hand and hand into the living room.
“You stay right there, sweetie, while I go get you something,” Daddy said, letting go of my hand and heading into the kitchen. He came back minutes later, carrying a bottle filled with what looked like milk.
He sat down on the couch and said, “Come here, sweetie pie.”
I went over to him and he held me like he would a baby he was about to feed. He covered me with a blanket and asked, “Do you want to watch Sesame Street?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You won’t like it,” I said, feeling very shy all of a sudden.
“Are you kidding, sweetie? I love it! How could someone not like Sesame Street? Everyone has to love Elmo.”
“Big Bird too!” I added in. I loved Big Bird. He was bright yellow and so friendly!
“Yes, Big Bird too. Now let’s watch Sesame Street,” he said, clicking the TV on to the start of the show. As it began, he placed the bottle in my mouth and I contently sucked on it while I watched some of my favorite characters laugh and sing silly songs.
It made me feel happy and safe. I knew that Boyle was out there and would hurt me if he got the chance. But I also now knew I had a daddy who loved me and would take care of me no matter. With that last thought, I sank further into my daddy’s lap.
Chapter Sixteen
As Juliana was just finishing her bottle of milk, her eyes started to close. That was precisely what I had wanted. My poor baby girl hadn’t gotten nearly as much sleep as she needed these past few weeks.