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Ella’s heart pounded as King gently guided her over his knee, her small hands bracing against the couch as her stomach pressed into his strong thighs. She felt completely vulnerable in a way that made her squirm.

“You know why this is happening, don’t you, baby?”

She nodded against the cushions, her breath coming in pants. “Yes, Daddy.”

The realization of what she’d called him hit her, but it had come so easily. So natural. It felt right.

“Good girl,” he said softly. “Do you remember what your safeword is to make things come to a halt if you need them to?”

“Yes. Red.”

“Good. You can say it any time if things become too much or painful. Since this is your first spanking, I’m going to take it easy on you, but you can still safeword at any time.”

Her chest ached, and his gentle reassurances made her feel even worse for being so naughty. He was being so sweet and taking such good care of her, and all she’d been was a brat.

His hand rubbed slow, comforting circles over her bottom before he lifted it. A sharp smack landed on her right cheek, making her gasp.

Before she could process it, another came on the left, the sting sinking in deep.

“Ow—Daddy!” she whined, kicking her legs.

King simply tightened his grip around her waist, keeping her pinned over his lap.

“You were naughty, Little girl. Hiding from me. Making me worry.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Ella let out a soft cry, trying to wiggle away from the firm, steady rhythm of his hand, but he didn’t let up. Each strike sent a warm burn through her, making her bottom feel hotter by the second.

“I-I’m sorry,” she cried, gripping the couch cushion.

“I know, baby,” King said, but he didn’t stop. “But I need to make sure you remember.”

Tears welled in her eyes as the spanking continued, her legs kicking helplessly.

“I do! I remember! I won’t do it again!” she sobbed.

“I hope you won’t,” he replied as he tucked his hand into the back of her leggings and panties.

As he pulled the fabric down, baring her bottom, she whimpered. She was sure he could see everything, including her pussy and the damp spot on her panties. If he did, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he carried on with her spanking, this time on her already hot bottom.

“If I call for you and tell you I’m going to count, that means serious business, dollface. I expect you to stop playing and come to me.”

Sniffling, she cried out over and over while kicking her feet wildly. She’d read about spankings and even fantasized about them, but she’d never experienced one. It was terrible. Her butt was on fire, and her chest ached with a sadness that she hadn’texpected. She’d disappointed him, and she hated that. It was the last thing she wanted.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she wailed loudly, collapsing over his lap. “I won’t do it ever again.”

Tears trailed down her cheeks, and even though she was sure she would never sit again, her heart felt full in a way she hadn’t expected.

King landed a final, firm swat before he was lifting her, pulling her into his chest. The moment she was curled against him, she buried her face against his neck, crying softly. He held her tightly, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles down her spine.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips pressing into her hair. “Took your punishment like a good girl.”

Ella hiccupped, snuggling closer as he rocked her. The warmth of his body surrounded her, making her feel safe despite her sore bottom.

After a few minutes, he pulled back just enough to tilt her chin up, his dark eyes filled with nothing but warmth. “It’s over now, Little one. All is forgiven.”

Then he leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips brushing hers in a way that made her stomach flutter. When he broke away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pacifier, offering it to her. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, slipping it between her lips. The familiar, calming motion of sucking settled something deep inside her, and she melted against him.

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