Page 24 of Trained By Her Daddy

Chapter 7

Three days later

Standing with my nose and bare nipples pressed against the wall of John’s bedroom, I heard the doorbell ring and reached to pick up my panties, when his deep voice stopped me.

“You will leave them right where they are, young lady and think about why speaking to me in a sarcastic tone is a bad idea.”

I pivoted to face him, hoping to bring him to his senses. “But can’t we do this later? Jake is at the door!”

“If you’re smart, you’ll stick your bare behind back out and stop arguing with me. After I let him in, I’ll return to teach my naughty girl’s bottom a good firm lesson.”

“But he’ll know…”

As his determined eyes bored a hole through mine, it was clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass who would hear him discipline me. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to try my patience.”

“You always think my repartee is a sign of irreverence, but I was only trying to lighten things up around here. Is it really necessary to take life so seriously?”

“Did you come here to be trained in the lifestyle of a Daddy and his Little girl?”

“Yes, but…”

“There is not a gray area in what a Daddy views as disrespect in his house. Talk to the hand, ‘cos the face ain’t listening, is just plain rude. On your first day here, you put that palm up behind my back and I told you exactly how I felt about that ridiculous routine. And yet, you decided to test me again.”

“No, no, no! It wasn’t disrespect, John! I was only doing a bad impersonation of Martin Lawrence. It was just a joke,” I said through a cheesy smile in a last-ditch effort to postpone my spanking session. For God’s sake, Jake wasn’t deaf, which meant he’d be able to hear every smack applied to my butt. How would I ever face my publisher again?

But undeterred, John’s lips formed a grim line while he twirled one finger in a circle. “I suggest you put your nose in that corner, or you’ll be earning yourself extra smacks for not following directions. It would be discourteous on our part if Jake had to stand at the door much longer.”

Turning around, I slumped my forehead against the wall. It was my own fault for thinking he could develop a sense of humor in a week’s time.

“My son has decided to enjoy a beer in the family room while we have a short discussion,” John whispered in my ear as he tapped something hard onto my bottom, plainly marking his target.

“Did you turn the television on, because I’m not hearing any noise… aghh!” I yelped and sprang upright as something delightfully wicked snapped the base of my cheeks.

“No. He’s going to catch up on some reading,” he said calmly. “And you will resume your position right now.”

“But this is so embarrassing! He probably can hear everything!” I squealed, dancing on the balls of my feet as he rubbed my ass with something cool and smooth before giving it another healthy smack. “Jesus. What in the hell is that?”

“It’s called a Grandma Slipper Paddle, and if I were you, I’d be more worried about sitting on your behind at dinner than what Jake is able to hear,” he scolded, peppering every inch of my buttocks with the damn implement.

Why can’t the man just spank me with his hand? Doesn’t he know that thing could possibly bruise my tender skin? “Oooh, that hurts! Please! I’ll never be disrespectful again!”

“This lovely burnished piece of leather just arrived in the mail from a London tannery, and it’s made especially for a naughty girl with an attitude who has earned an old-fashioned spanking,” he said, landing a hearty swat across the seam of my rump. “Besides it being a high-end leather product and a real beauty, the company claims it’s quite effective. So, let’s see if their tag-line is correct.”

“Oh my God. Please, let that be the last one.”

But of course, he ignored my pleas and kept on talking and spanking my poor ass with his newest toy. “This tanned harness leather was handmade from top to bottom with personal care and attention. So, how does it feel to receive a traditional tannin’—hmm?”

“It hurts! It hurts! Please stop! I promise to behave!” Was it my imagination, or was this meticulously handcrafted item causing an amplified noise as the paddle landed against my bare backside?

John paused as he cleared his throat, but then the tops of my thighs received a sharp smack. “That’s an intelligent response, but how do I know you mean it? After all, those words are easy to say when you’re being disciplined.”

“I mean it, I do!” I sobbed, stomping my foot on the hardwood floor immediately following each crack, trying to relieve the burn. If Jake wasn’t able to hear my backside being paddled, he surely heard the stomps of my feet along with the high-pitched yelps.

“You will stand still this instant,” he warned, his heavy hand molding onto my sore ass.

As I dropped my head, large tears fell to the tip of my nose. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.”

His fingers traced my tender clenched cheeks. “Unclench for me. You know I like this bottom nice and soft when I squeeze it.”

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