Page 43 of Daddy's Pursuit
“You sure did,” he said. “And you were leaning over the wall trying to reach it. I’m glad I came along when I did. One wrong move and you might have toppled over the side. It’s a long way down, honey. Too long to survive.”
Iris’s shoulders shook as she started sobbing. She jolted slightly when she felt something on her bottom. Instead of being the belt, though, it was just Jack massaging her. That calmed her down a tad. But she knew that spanking was still coming. It was only a matter of time…
Jack’s voice was as soothing as his touch. “I know, honey. Spankings aren’t fun. But this is for your own good. I wouldn’t be a very good Daddy if I let you get away with this.”
The massage stopped and behind her, she heard his belt snap, presumably as he folded it in half.
A chill traced her spine.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Oh crap. This is it. It’s happening.
She could tell the talking was over. There was nothing left to do but be a good girl now—like she should have been earlier—and take her swats.
“Hold still. Don’t break position,” Daddy commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, though it was barely audible.
“Fifteen licks. Count them out.”
She nodded and then braced herself, gripping the sides of the beat-up old metal desk. It was cold beneath her bare skin. But that was the least of her worries.
The belt slapped her bare cheeks. She yelped as the sting shocked her senses.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Jack posed.
“One, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
The belt lashed at her again. She gritted her teeth as a tear rolled down her cheek and splashed on top of the desk.
“Two, Sir.”
The process was repeated over and over again, and by the time they reached ten, she was bouncing on her feet and crying loudly. Somewhere, she knew, was Uncle Ace. He had to be able to hear this!
For all she knew, he was behind her, leaning against the wall or something, watching. How embarrassing was that?
That didn’t matter right now. She had five more swats to get through, and they weren’t going to be easy.
Her bottom was already a raging inferno. How could she possibly take any more?
There wasn’t much of a choice, though. The rules had been broken, and she had to atone for her misdeeds.
You can do this, she told herself silently, repeating the mantra, trying to prepare herself.
But it didn’t do much good.
Those last five swats were excruciating. She could only imagine how red her bottom was by the time Daddy put his belt back on and took her into his arms.
Hugging her tightly and swaying her gently, Jack kissed the top of her head and gave her the time she needed to cry into hischest. His shirt quickly grew damp with her tears. But he didn’t seem to mind.
His voice was soft and soothing. “There, there, little one. It’s okay. It’s all over. Do you know how much Daddy cares about you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She closed her eyes and cooed softly, finding love and comfort in his embrace.
