She'd gone back to their bedroom after breakfast to get dressed, and it was the first thing she saw. Her immediate reaction was to turn and walk back out, but the second she turned, she walked right into Daddy's broad chest.He chuckled a little at her flustered expression. "Where are you going, Lily girl?" he asked.
"Um..I uhh...nowhere."
"Oh, alright, then." he said, sounding very amused. "Did you see what I left you on the dresser?"
She nodded silently.
"Go over and get it." he ordered. When she went to retrieve it, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Lily turned back toward Daddy and her lower lip trembled when she looked at him.
"Come on, hurry back." he urged.
She dragged her feet, pouting all the way back.
When she was standing in front of him, he lifted her chin until her gaze met his. "What's that pout for, little miss?"
"I dont want a spanking, Daddy!" she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He stroked her hair, and held her close to his chest. "It's not really about what you want, is it?" he whispered.
She whimpered in response, pressing herself closer to him.
"That's enough, Lily girl. This shouldn't come as a surprise to you, you get a maintenance spanking once a week. You know that," he said sternly, drawing her away from his body and making her look at him. "Be a good girl."
She bit her lip, her big blue eyes blinking up at him for a moment before she nodded. "Yes, sir." Her fingers automatically went to the waistband of her pajama pants, and she slipped them down over her waist and let them fall to the floor before laying herself over his lap.
He patted her bottom softly. "That's my good girl." he murmured, and he felt her body relax some. He gently rubbed her lower back, her thighs, and her backside, speaking quietly. "I'm going to give you a nice, long warmup first. This is not a punishment, babygirl." he reminded her. He started spanking at a slow, even pace. The swats were not hard, but they left a small sting behind. He gradually built up the tempo and intensity, covering her whole bottom with firm, crisp smacks.
She wiggled her hips, trying to avoid his burning palm. "OH, SIR! Ouchhhh."
"Does it hurt, litte one?" he asked, pausing his assault and rubbing her red hot bottom.
"Yes, Daddy!" she whimpered. "Can we puh-leeeeese be done?"
"Not yet, baby." he murmured. He stopped rubbing her, and picked up the hairbrush. He started spanking hard and fast, swat after swat raining down on her already reddened cheeks.
She squealed loudly and started wriggling and kicking. "Owww, ow! Ohhh," she started to cry, big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
Daddy wasn't swayed by Lily's tears, though. He spanked until all the fight had gone out of her, and she lay crying softly in his lap, resigned to his will. Then he put the hairbrush down and started rubbing. He gently massged her legs, her back, and her swollen bottom. He waited for her to calm a bit before helping her to her feet, and pulling her to sit on his lap. He kissed the top of her head, and used his big ole thumb to wipe away the remnants of tears on her face.
Her body stil trembled in the aftermath of her sobs, but she felt safe and loved in Daddy's strong arms. She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes smiling.
This warmed him to his core, and he just had to kiss her. He did, then smiled and told her, "I love you to the moon and back, babygirl. Always remember that."
"I love you more!" she cried happily, kissing him all over his face before growing quiet and sort of shy. "Thank you for spanking me, Daddy." she whispered.
He pressed his lips against her forehead, then told her to put on a sundress and meet him in the garden.
