Page 54 of Trained By Her Daddy

John cleared his throat. “He was Jeannie’s doctor when she was pregnant with Jake. And he told me that a well-deserved swat across a bare bottom wouldn’t hurt the mother or the baby. Of course, it might sting the mother’s pride a bit.”

“Jesus. How many people in this town practice domestic discipline?”

His smile was crooked. “You’d be surprised.”

As we walked into the house, John’s direction was crisp and clear. “I want you facing the corner in the guest room, young lady.”

“Why? After I apologized to Dr. Goldstein and his nurse, they both agreed that my outbursts were probably hormone driven.”

He crossed his arms and gave my retort some consideration. “There’s no doubt your bloodstream is coursing with a whole load of hormones right now, but your insolence still needs to be addressed by your Daddy. Is that clear, Lori Hope?”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, heading down the hall—but midway I stopped and turned to plead my case. “Okay, I went a bit overboard with my sarcasm in the doctor’s office, but don’t you think corner time is somewhat excessive for my transgression?”

“At this moment, I need to see more walking and hear less talking.”

Turning into the guestroom, I kicked off my suede clogs and approached the dreaded corner. It was not a surprise that he was right behind me, and I was sure he’d be taking a seat in the armless leather chair to watch my every move. Naturally, my Daddy didn’t disappoint.

“I’m waiting for your jeans and panties to be lowered,” he said in a strict but patient voice. “And I want them to rest just below your naughty bare bottom.”

Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my jeans, shucked them to the top of my thighs and stuck my butt out.

“Did I say panties, too?”

My sigh was long and audible. “Okay, okay.”

“We’ve been together for three months, Lori Hope, and you’re still testing me. Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” I quavered, tears blurring my vision. “You’re the therapist, what do you think?”

“I think if those panties don’t come down, you’re in big trouble.”

With quick agility, I placed my thumbs under the elastic and pulled them down to meet my jeans.

“As you stand in the corner like an errant child, I expect you to think about how you behaved in the doctor’s office. Hormones or not, you were in the presence of a nurse and a doctor who were only looking out for your best interests. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

It didn’t take long for his warm hand to cup my bottom. “I’m sure it must’ve been embarrassing for you to have your private areas examined this morning, but I think your sassy behavior was more for my benefit than the medical staff. Am I correct?”

Tears raced from the corners of my eyes as I shrugged. “You said you’d still be my Daddy even though I’m pregnant, but I needed to be certain you were telling me the truth. I love being your little girl…”

“Nothing has changed, princess,” he assured, landing a playful swat to my lower left buttock before whispering in my ear. “Would my sentiment be more convincing if I expressed it after lowering you over my lap?”

“Oww. No, no, sir. I’m convinced. I am!”

“I guess it’s been some time since I’ve properly tanned your hide—but that’s only because I didn’t feel you needed to be disciplined. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being your Daddy. I’ll never stop being your Daddy.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he said, landing a second swat to my bare cheek. “Now then. Does my little one feel better, or would she like her Daddy’s hand to continue reminding her of his love and affection?”

My splayed fingers reached to rub the sting out of my bottom. “I feel much better, thank you. But you know I hate standing in the corner. How much longer do I need to stand here?”

“Stop that. You know the rules.” He grasped my wrist and held it while applying another smack to my backside. “You’ll stand here for fifteen minutes while I watch from across the room.”

“And then will you make us some lunch?”

“Of course.”

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