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“Yes, and Daddy doesn’t want to have to do that, so you need to remember to count, baby.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She gave a tiny sniffle and although it pulled at my heart, I wouldn’t let it stop me from delivering what she needed.
“Good girl,” I said, lowering her shorts and panties down.
“Not my panties!”
“Daddy will always spank you on the bare, Lennon.”
Pitiful dramatic sobs tore from her mouth.
“Are you ready?”
“Nooooo!”
“Lennon, are you ready?” I asked, firmer this time.
Two sniffs before she answered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I lifted my hand and brought it down across both cheeks.
“Ouchie! One!”
I gave her another and she gave me another pitiful sob. “Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
Fivvveeee,” she sobbed, drawing it out.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
“S-six.”
“Seven.”
“E-eight.”
“Nine.”
“Ouchie! Ouchie!” she cried when I hit the tender spots where her thighs met her butt cheeks.
“Ouchie isn’t a number, Lennon,” I reminded.
“Ten!”
“No baby, that last one doesn’t count. Remember what Daddy said?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried, dropping her head down to rest on the mattress.
“Ten,” she counted when I landed another spank on her thighs.
By the time we reached twenty, she’d probably received twenty-six spanks. She was sobbing into the bed, but I was sure it was from the emotions brought on by a punishment and not the actual spanking. Her bottom was only slightly red.
