Page 252 of Double Daddies
Punishing Littles wasn’t his favorite activity.
It felt too much like stripping a layer of innocence off them.
Unfortunately for Avery, she’d earned this. She’d been in a bad mood before she walked into the kitchen; her mistake was taking it out on him, even if he was a cookie thief.
The swearing he could’ve forgiven; the shove and kick, not so much.
She did look adorable with her short legs kicking feebly six inches off the ground, he mused. Add in some black Mary Janes, a pair of white knee-high socks, and a skirt rucked up around her waist, she’d be a shoo-in for a pornography centerfold.
Soft, wet, pretty pink pussy on display.
Reddened ass with the vaguest outline of his fingers in a slightly darker shade.
Beautiful dark curls.
Pale, creamy skin and curves that drew a man’s eye.
None of that mattered, at least not today. This was a balancing of the scales, a reminder that her manners came into play at all times even if her mood was blacker than an Angusbull. Serenity had rules for a reason and everyone—Masters, employees, guests—abided by them or faced the consequences.
What Avery didn’t realize yet was that if she didn’t start giving her Little some freedom and attention, outbursts like this were going to cost her more than a spanking.
“Round two.”
He deliberately hadn’t given her a safeword. Not because he was planning on beating her ass until she couldn’t sit down and didn’t want her to have a way out. The fact of the matter was, she was a brat and, in his experience, brats squirmed out of punishment by any means possible. He didn’t want to be put in a position of adding more to her total because she couldn’t resist using her safeword under false pretenses.
All she needed to do was say no or stop; he’d listen and act accordingly.
Any signs of true pain or fear would bring the punishment to an immediate halt.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Clay laid a series of blows down her right cheek in quick succession, starting at the uppermost curve of her ass and finishing where it met her thigh. His hand made an efficient spanking tool—it covered a lot of area per spank, and he wasn’t being particularly gentle this time.
Avery struggled to keep her cries under wraps. She’d done well at trying to hide them at first, but now her ass was tender and sensitive, hiding them and attempting to control her Littleandher emotions at the same time… something was going to have to give.
The quiet sob as his stinging palm connected five times down her left cheek was just beautiful.
He waited patiently for the expected apology, then gave her plump, needy pussy a light warning pat when nothing was forthcoming.
Her hips jumped, then she choked out, “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy Clay.”
That sounded more genuine, he thought. “Good girl. Last ten.”
She moaned pitifully. “I hate you.”
“That’s a shame, but it’s not going to change your punishment. Last ten,” he reiterated. “Next time, think before you kick someone.”
“It hurt me more than it hurt you!”
Clay grinned but kept his voice firm, his tone strict. “So will this.”
He dragged the last set out, adding an extrawhompto each blow. He was nowhere near maximum strength, not using even half of what he could in terms of power through the swing, but he’d bet that Avery thought he was whaling on her ass with everything he had at his disposal.
Her fingers squeaked on the counter as she tried to find something to anchor herself with, but the smooth top offered no help. She shuddered with each loudsmack, her body tensing and releasing as pain flared and ebbed. “D-Daddy Clay,please.”
Not quite there yet, he mused. The words were right, the begging sweet, even the Little quality of her voice was almost what he wanted, but she needed to break before she could heal, and both parts of her were in dire need of healing.
Smack. “Please what, Avery?”
