Page 42 of His Princess Brat
“Good owners don’t smack their horses,” she grumbled back. “They talk softly and lovingly until they calm down again.”
“I wouldn’t smack a real horse like yours either. He could kick me into next week. You, on the other hand, I’m pretty sure I can take.” Taking the crop out from under my arm, I let her feel the tip of the slapper tapping at the lower curve of her right butt cheek. “Hold still.”
“I am holding still!”
I snapped my wrist, landing another sharp snap and she quickly muffled her yelp.
“Ow!” She bounced on her heels, grabbing her blushing bottom in both hands. She looked adorable, bouncing and rubbing and shooting me dagger-filled glares.
“That was for the sass,” I said.
“I have not yet begun to sass,” she muttered, nowhere near softly enough.
Biting back my amusement, I promptly laid two crisp smacks across both buttocks, hard enough to leave two bright red lines.
“Mm!” She bounced, grabbing her bottom again and stomping wildly. “Oh, that stings!”
Trying not to laugh at her, I waited for her to calm before issuing my next command. “Present yourself to Daddy for inspection.”
Flicking a glare at me over her shoulder, she started to turn herself around, but I stopped her.
“No, ponies face the front of the stall unless told differently.”
“But you just said—”
I whipped the crop across her ass, raising another bright pink line.
Squealing, she grabbed her ass and jumped. She had no idea what she looked like, but watching all that jiggling and bouncing was making me hard as hell. “I don’t understand. I—”
Cutting her off, I repeated, “I said, present yourself to Daddy for inspection.”
She stilled, snapping halfway around to stare at me in open appall.
I looked pointedly at her hands, now frozen mid-rub on her own ass.
She gasped, snatching them away. “No.”
I drew back the crop, but she quickly sidestepped, twisting her hips out of easy striking range. “No!”
Catching her upper arm, I yanked her back in close enough that it no longer mattered how she twisted, jumped, or yelped. Two stinging snaps raised two more lines right over the top of the first three.
“Okay, okay!” she cried out. “Ow, ow, ow!”
She grabbed her bottom as soon as I let her go. Frantically rubbing to mute the sting, she shot me one last imploring look before facing the front of the stall. “For the record, I don’t make my horse do this.”
“Nor should you. You’re not a Daddy dom. That would make it weird.”
She muttered under her breath.
“What was that?” I asked in my sternest tone.
“I said, yes, sir.”
I had to hide my grin. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t anything close to what she’d actually said, but I let it go.
Casting her glare at the closed stall door, she sighed and reached back to cup her nethers, grudgingly prizing her own buttocks apart.
Her pussy glistened, a tell-tale sign that she didn’t find all of this anywhere near as objectionable as she wanted so badly for me to believe.
