Page 17 of Tilly's Tutus
Carter hesitated, looking like he really wasn’t supposed to discuss the topic. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was a Little or because she was not a member of the police force. Was something going on the police were keeping secret from the public?
Taking a breath, Carter pointed a finger at her. “Don’t do that. We’re talking about you putting yourself in a possibly dangerous situation, not what’s going on at Papa’s work. Instead of sitting outside on a bench, what should you have done?”
Tilly thought for a moment and sighed as she realized her mistake. Carter had warned her that the convention center and hotel was in a bad part of town and asked her to try not to be outside by herself if she could help it. In this case, she could have helped it. All at once guilt flooded through her as she realized that though they lived in a small town, there was danger everywhere.
“I should have waited in the lobby where there were other people for Papa to come and get me,” she said softly.
“Yes, that would have been the much safer option. Are you finished eating dinner?”
“Yes, Papa,” Tilly said, suddenly not wanting to eat anything more.
“All right, While I take care of the dishes, you are going to that corner and have a timeout.” Carter pointed to the corner by the bookshelf. “I know we haven’t gone over rules and consequences yet, but I did tell you not to be outside the convention center or hotel by yourself and seeing you outside on the bench scared me so I believe you need a little consequence. No talking or looking around or wiggling. I want you to think about what you could have done differently. Afterward, you’ll be receiving your first spanking.”
“Can I take BB with me?” Tilly blinked as her Little pushed forward fully and tears filled her eyes.
“Who’s BB?”
“Bunny Boop, my rabbit, Papa. She’s my bestest friend, even more bestest than Carri and Lottie. And she doesn’t talk back or argue like they do.”
Carter looked confused for a minute. “I’d like to meet this Bunny Boop before I allow her to go to the corner with you. I’ve got to make sure she won’t try to steal my girl away from me.”
Tilly giggled as she rose and hurried to her purse that was hanging on the front door. “Daddy, she can’t steal me away, she’s a girl rabbit, not a Papa.”
Thankfully BB was still in the pocket of her bag where she’d tucked her that morning before they’d left the house. BB went with her everywhere, but she rarely left her purse. No need to advertise her Littleness to the world. And if she brought BB out at the daycare center where she worked, all the children, as well as most of the staff, would want to take her home.
“Here she is, Papa,” she said as she returned to the living room. She held the little crocheted rabbit so Carter could see him, but not so close that he could take the little critter from her. “Papa, meet Bunny Boop. BB, meet Papa.”
Carter studied the little animal and could not help but grin. “She’s cute. Yes, you can take Bunny Boop to the corner with you. But don’t talk to her or you’ll be there longer than five minutes.”
That earned him a look like he was crazy. “Papa, rabbits don’t talk. Though BB does whisper sometimes.”
“Well, no whispering while in timeout. Now go or I’m going to start adding minutes.”
That threat earned him a squeak as Tilly hurried to the corner. He rose and after crossing to stand behind her to make sure she understood the assignment, he carried their dishes to the kitchen and quickly rinsed them off and loaded them into the dishwasher. After sliding the pizza into the refrigerator to snack on later, he returned to the living room. Tilly had not moved.
“All right, little one, you can come to Papa for the rest of your punishment.”
He was not prepared to see tears streaming down her cheeks as she rushed across the living room and threw herself into his arms. “I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t even think I might be in danger. I’ll never do that again. Ever, ever, ever.”
Carter snuggled her into his chest, wondering if that was enough of a punishment for her first offense. But then he realized that he had to go through with the spanking. A Daddy should never make a declaration and then back off of it, no matter how contrite the Little seemed. That would be just bad Daddying and make Tilly think she could run circles around him without consequences.
He waited until she had settled before pulling back to look down at her. “Eyes on me, little dancer.”
She looked up, resting her chin on his chest.
“Are you ready for your spanking now?”
Her mouth twisted up as she thought over his words. “I don’t think I need a spankin’, Papa. I learned my lesson.”
Carter had to fight back a smile at her serious face. “That may be, but if Papa doesn’t spank you now, you might think you can get away with things like this again. And the next time might be real danger and not just the possibility of something bad happening. Now, I want you to take off your tutu and come lay across my lap.”
Before she could come up with another argument, he moved to the couch and sat down. With a deep sigh, she pushed her tutu over her hips and down her legs until it floated to the floor. Then she stepped out of it and moved to stand beside his legs. He helped her to lay across his lap so her head and shoulders rested on the couch on one side of his lap and her legs were on the other side.
When he pulled her leggings and panties down to bare her ass, she squeaked and tried to hold them in place. He smacked her hands and finished moving the clothing out of his way so her beautiful round bottom was bare from waist to mid-thigh.
“Spankings are always given on the bare,” he said as he began to rub his right hand over her butt.
Her only response was another big sigh during which her entire body seemed to relax into acceptance.
