Page 35 of Trained By Her Daddy

My stomach somersaulted and I could feel the blood drain from my face. Good thing we weren’t FaceTiming.

“Well, your story would’ve seemed plausible to him except he noticed a cellphone on the backseat of my car, and he wondered what it would be doing there. I also thought it was a strange place for your phone—since my explicit direction was for it to be kept in your purse. Do you have anything to say about that?”

God, I wish I’d told the truth from the beginning. After all the years of lying to my parents, was it possible to transform into the good girl he wanted me to become? “I’m so sorry my eyes weren’t on the road, and I feel terrible about the accident. But I’m so tired, John. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow when you get home?”

“We certainly will, young lady. And I think the appropriate place for our discussion will be while you’re over my knee with your pajama bottoms wrapped around your ankles. That should be a good position for you to be in when I’m given all the details. The details of how the accident really happened.”

There was no doubt he loved the theatrics of a spanking over his lap. And he also loved creating the visual for me. “Yes, sir.”

“You need to know how much your Daddy cares about your safety. And tomorrow afternoon when I get home, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

There was no need to speak, and no need to challenge how he ran his home. By his tone, I could tell he meant business. But even though I didn’t relish being punished, his undivided attention warmed my heart. This was unfamiliar ground for me to be treated with such unconditional loving care. No one ever spoke to me that way. And I loved hearing his words.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re not to leave the house for any reason tomorrow. I want you in your jammies waiting for me on our bed at five o’clock, and there should be no panties under your pajama bottoms. Do you understand those instructions?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”

“With your hairbrush placed next to you.”

My head was down, tears had welled in my eyes and I felt like a guilty teenager who’d just broken the rules and was about to be punished. “Yes, sir.”

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