Page 60 of Keeping His Brat

“Charlie, you know what rules you broke so I’m not going to go over it again. What concerns me right now, is that you know better than to hide things from me. I guess every brat is going to try it sometimes, but I plan on discouraging you from doing it any time soon.” He paused and after a few seconds he gave her a slightly harder tap, so she realized he was waiting for her to say something.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry. I really am!” she assured him with vehemence.

“You will be. I’m giving you ten hard swats with the paddle. You will not stand up or move until I’m done, or we start over.” His voice was stern, chilling. It was his way of making it clear he was serious about the punishment.

It never failed to amaze her how Sam could go from gentle and loving to a harsh disciplinarian over the course of a day. But the punishment seemed surprisingly light. Only ten swats?

A lot for a beginner maybe, but she’d been paddled plenty of times. Ten would hurt like hell with the heavy wood he was using, but it was far from the worst punishment. She was worried he had something else up his sleeve. Some additional penalty that she’d hate.

“Y-yes Daddy.”

“Count them off for me, Charlie.” And then without waiting he delivered the first one right down low at the base of her seat.

It was a heavy swat from a full-arm swing, and it knocked the air out of her lungs with a gasp. She hated counting, but hurried to spit out the number anyway. “One, Daddy!”

Her panties were whisked down, as she’d expected and then the second landed … right on the same spot. And the third. By number three her voice was trembling as she counted. The surface sting was bad enough but the deep ache that said her butt was going to be sore for a while was building.

She was grateful that number four was a little higher up, though it did still overlap. The paddle was too wide not to cover a good part of her ass each time. Again, he landed several on that spot. The burn was almost unbearably intense.

Each swat sent her up on her toes and she was holding onto the far side of the desk with all her strength. Her upper thighs got the next couple of smacks. Then for the last two he had her push her rump back so he could catch her sit spot properly with scooping upward spanks that burned fiercely.

She counted each one, afraid that if she didn’t, he would add more.

When he was done, she was breathing rapidly and waggling her ass to try to shake out some of the sting, but it hadn’t lasted long enough for tears. She waited there, expecting more, expecting something worse. It had been more painful than she’d remembered, but still not the level of punishment she would have expected.

“You’re done, Charlie. You can get up, but leave your pants down and shuffle your bratty butt over to the corner. You can stand there until the hands arrive.”

Okay, corner time wasn’t an unusual addition. She hated it but maybe it was supposed to be the embarrassment of standing there when people showed up? She was behind the door, so it wasn’t like they’d see her with her pants down. If Sam thought that would worry her … well, she’d be a little dramatic about it, so he kept thinking that. She sniffled and looked miserable as she shuffled over and waited.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there. Not that long because her feet hadn’t started to hurt when they heard the shuffling sounds of boots in the barn. Sam told her she could pull her jeans up then.

He got up from the desk where he’d been sitting and motioned to her. “Have a seat if you want. I’ll be back.”

Since sitting was the last thing she wanted to do, she just stood awkwardly by the desk and tried to rub some of the sting out of her ass while she waited for whatever was next. Since she was there, she assumed she’d be working today, although she hadn’t planned on it.

Finally Sam returned. “We’re riding the fence line this morning. Saddle up.”

She stared at him blinking slowly. “Daddy, I—I’m not sure I can sit a horse right now.”

“Well, you’re going to.” He offered her a slight smile. “Move.”

That was when Charlie realized what the rest of the punishment was. The paddling had only been moderately bad, but trying to sit in a hard saddle while she rode all morning was going to be awful.

She opened her mouth to protest, and Sam cut her off. “Unless you want a few more with the paddle, with people walking past the door while I do it, I wouldn’t,” he said.

No, she definitely didn’t want that. She walked slowly to Carousel to get her saddled up. Sam was waiting for her outside when she led her horse into the cold with obvious reluctance. He didn’t say much as they mounted up, but he watched as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get comfortable.

He made it a good long ride too. They were out there for a couple of hours, checking each fence line for damage. It didn’t need to be done; she’d had a couple of guys do it just the week before. But that wasn’t really the point, and she knew it.

If it hadn’t been for the discomfort, she would have enjoyed the time with him. Sam seemed to have released whatever lingering annoyance he had. He smiled and chatted with her despite her grumbling and dirty looks.

By the time they made it back to the barn she was desperate to get out of the saddle. Her backside was throbbing and every time she flexed or shifted it seemed to refresh the surface sting too. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day face down in bed with an ice pack on her butt.

Ten swats were all he’d given her but when combined with the riding it felt more like fifty. It no longer seemed like an oddly light punishment.

They came to a stop in front of the barn, and she started to swing out of the saddle, but he stopped her. “Wait a second.” Her stomach sank. He couldn’t possibly have some other punishment planned, could he?

He did have something in mind, but it wasn’t punishment. He cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed, “Everyone to the front of the barn, now!” The hands started to appear a few seconds later, showing up in small groups and looking curious.

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