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“Even if it’s my bottom?”

“Nope. You need to say your safe word for that.”

“Red.”

“That your safe word?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Say red if you need to, and I’ll stop immediately. That doesn’t mean you’ll get out of the punishment. Just means we’ll talk about it and figure out what we need to change.”

It was like he knew her train of thought.

“Ready?” He rubbed her bottom.

“Am I ever going to be ready for a spanking?” she grumbled. “No.”

“But think of it afterward. All the guilt will be gone, and you’ll have a clean slate.”

She took a deep breath and tensed her body, waiting for him to start. But he just continued to rub her bottom for several more seconds. Her body slowly started to relax as his hand stopped touching her.

“Whe—” she started but yelled out as his hand landed on her bottom. “Owie!”

Daddy didn’t let up, though. His hand came down several more times, peppering her bottom with swats. She cried out and wiggled, trying to get away from him.

“Please,” she begged. “Stop!”

“Not yet, Little One.”

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Tears were dripping down her face as he continued. His other hand pressed on her back, keeping her in place as she tried to get away from him.

“Hold still,” he said, spanking her some more.

Sammi lost count of how many swats Daddy had given her.

“Stop!” she cried out. “Please!”

“Almost there.”

She didn’t know how much longer she could take. Was it ever going to end? Sammi sobbed as Daddy started to spank her sit spot. Her whole body went limp over his lap as another one landed.

Tears and snot were streaming down her face as Daddy maneuvered her body so she was sitting on his lap. Hissing, she tried to lift her bottom, but Daddy kept her in place.

“You’re okay, Little One,” he whispered. “All is forgiven now.”

Sammi continued to cry into his chest, her hand gripping his shirt as he ran his hand up and down her back.

“I’ve got you,” he gently said. “Such a good girl for taking your punishment so well.”

She didn’t know how long they sat there, but she didn’t care. Daddy was whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she quieted.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s got you. All is forgiven now.”

Sammi pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment so well,” he gently said.

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