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Eventually, he lifts me off his lap and stands me on wobbly feet.My panties are still around my knees.“Spread your legs, Natasha.Don’t let your panties fall.You may not let your thighs touch for the rest of the evening.”

I’m so shaky I think I might collapse, but that’s not an option because Daddy wants me to stand here with my knees wide.So I do, while wetness runs out of my pussy down my inner thighs.

As I suck back the last of my sniffles, Daddy leans over to grab some tissues from the box on my nightstand.He wipes my cheeks and holds some up to my nose.“Blow, Little one.”

I reach up to take the tissues, but he swats my hand out of the way.“Blow.”

There’s something so very submissive about letting someone hold the tissues while you blow your nose.I feel Littler than ever as I submit to him in this way.

“Good girl.”He sets me back a few feet as he stands before reaching down and pulling my panties up over my sore bottom.

I wince.“Owwie.”

He smiles.“You’ll be thinking about that for a few hours, Little one.”He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where I stand, staring at myself in the mirror while he wets a washcloth.

He gently cleans my face before kissing my forehead.“You did so well, Little one.How do you feel?”

“My bottom hurts,” I grumble, reaching back to rub it.

Daddy grabs my wrist.“Don’t touch your naughty bottom.You don’t get to touch it after I spank you.I want you to feel the sting and remember my palm for a while.”

I lick my dry lips, trembling before him.

“Let’s go see if Albert is in the kitchen, Little one.”

“Yes, Sir.”I take a deep breath.This next phase of our relationship is going to be intense.

Chapter19

Natasha

I let him lead me out of the room and down the back steps that lead into the kitchen, but I’m embarrassed when we emerge.I’ve been Little in front of this amazing couple for a month and doubly so this past week, but they’ve never seen me with a red bottom, and I’m certain my face is splotchy from crying.

Albert is leaning one hip against the counter, watching Edith cook when we enter.

Daddy pulls me closer to Albert, stands behind me, and puts his hands on my shoulders.“What do you need to say to Albert, Little one?”

I bite my lip and release it.“I’m sorry I went into the garage without telling you, sir.And I’m sorry I slammed the door.”

Albert smiles warmly.“Thank you, sweetheart.Don’t you worry about it.”

Daddy gives my shoulders a squeeze.“From now on, you may not go outside without one of us accompanying you.”

I squeeze my thighs together.“Yes, Sir.”

“And we don’t slam doors in this house, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”It’s the first time I’ve called him Daddy in front of his staff.

“Now, I want you to go stand in the corner while Edith finishes dinner.”He turns me toward the corner and points in that direction.

“Why, Daddy?”I’m not sure it’s wise to ask, but I thought my spanking was my punishment.

He lifts my chin.“What did I say about squeezing your thighs together?”

My face heats to a new level.“Sorry, Daddy.”

“You can stand in timeout and think about it.Legs wide, forehead to the wall.”

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