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“How are you feeling, Lennon?”
“My butt is brokennn,” she wailed.
“I know, baby, but how does your heart feel?”
She sniffled once before she answered, “Better, Daddy.”
“Good, that’s what we want.” I said, helping her to her feet. “You need to go in Daddy’s purse and grab the red wooden spoon.”
“O-okay, Daddy.”
I kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away with my thumb before sending her to fetch the spoon. I was a firm believer in making a Little one fetch their own implement. It helped put them in a different mindset. She quickly brought the spoon back to me and I helped her back over my lap.
“Twenty, Little girl,” I reminded before bringing the spoon down on her pert little ass.
“Ouchie! Ouchie! No, Daddy!” she cried. I set the spoon down on the bed and rubbed her back gently.
“Take a breath, baby.”
I waited for her to take a few calming breaths, before speaking. “I know that was shocking, baby. The naughty spoon has a nasty sting to it.”
Her hair bounced around as she nodded.
“If you need to stop, you can always use your safeword. Do you want to use it? It’s not a get out of trouble card, but we can stop,talk about it, and Daddy can pick another punishment if this is too much for you. I won’t be upset at all.”
Lennon laid quietly over my lap. I continued to rub her back while she processed.
“No, Daddy. It’s not so bad that I can’t finish my punishment. Is just really stingy.”
“Thank you for telling Daddy the truth, Lennon. You’re a very good girl.”
“Are you ready to finish your punishment now?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I picked up the spoon and we started again.
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Lennon
I never wanted to earn a spanking at Kay’s hands again. I’d played with people at The Thirsty Turtle before, but none of them had spanked as hard as she did, of course we’d only been playing then and this was definitely a punishment spanking.
“Are you ready to finish your punishment now?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The spoon landed on my ass a second time and the sting was sharp enough to take my breath away.
“Two!” I cried.
“No, baby. That’s one. You didn’t count the first one.”
Sobbing, I counted, “One.”
“Two.”
“T-three.” I was dying. I’d never be able to sit again.
