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This should be good. It wasn't going to save her backside, but it would probably be entertaining. "I'd love to hear you try, Gypsy.How can you explain finding you in the one place I told you never to be by yourself?"

"I was doing it for you, Daddy. I wanted to surprise you by being able to skate with you. I wanted to make you proud of me."

"I'm already proud of you, babygirl. Especially when you mind me. What would you have done if you had fallen and really hurt yourself?"

As if his words were magic, her feet shot out from under her, and she landed on her back with a resounding thump. "Gypsy, baby girl, are you OK?" he asked as he jogged across the ice toward her.

“I think so, Daddy," she said as she pushed up to a sitting position, wincing when her weight put pressure on her backside. "Only now my bottom hurts."

“Gypsy, your bottom hasn't even begun to hurt. When I get you back to our room, you'll know what a hurting bottom really feels like."

"But, Daddy!"

Helping her up, he growled, "Don't you Daddy me, little girl. You knew you weren't supposed to be here without me, and you came out here anyway. If you're gonna dance to that tune, you have to pay the fiddler."

As he pulled her off the ice, she wailed, "But I don't want to pay the fiddler!"

"Tough. You should've thought of that before you got on the pond without me."

When they got to their room, he helped her with her jacket and skates. He didn't bother sending her to the corner to think about what she’d done. She already knew what she’d done. No, he moved them straight toward the bed after one small stop in the bathroom for her wooden hairbrush.

Being Little and knowing what was about to happen, sherefused to walk. Unfortunately for her, socks on a wooden floor made pulling her behind him easy.

She attempted, unsuccessfully, to pull her hand from his grasp. "You can't do this, Daddy! I didn't get hurt! I was trying to get better for you! It's not fair?—"

"Not much about life is fair, Gypsy. But this is. This you earned. I hope you enjoy what you work so hard for."

Reaching the bed, he sat down and pulled her over his thigh. With one hand on her back, he leaned back, undid his belt, and pulled it out of the loops before laying it on the bed beside her hairbrush. She promptly burst back into tears.

"It was an accident, Daddy!" She lied through her tears. "I didn't mean to!"

"Lying is not going to help your cause, naughty girl. You did not accidentally put on skates. You did not accidentally go outside and get onto the pond. Those weren't accidents. They were choices. And not very good ones."

His Little girl was a fighter, he'd give her that. She squirmed and struggled as he wrestled her across his thighs. When she didn't calm down, he shifted her long enough to clamp one of his legs over hers. At least now she couldn't hurt herself by falling off his lap.

When he caught her flailing arms and pinned both in one hand at the small of her back, she gave up the fight and went limp across his lap.

"This spanking is not because Daddy is mad at you. This spanking is the consequence of bad choices on your part to help you remember not to make those choices again.”

Joy jerked as his hand grabbed the waist of her pants and panties and tugged them down past her knees. In one last attempt to avoid her punishment, she finally said the one thing she should have said from the start. "I'm sorry, Daddy! Really, really, really sorry!"

Too little, too late. “There's a difference between regret and remorse. Let’s see if you can figure out what that difference is."

He stared down at the luscious, if somewhat vulnerable, curves of her backside. Feeling generous, he rubbed the skin of her ass as a warm-up. If they had to repeat this spanking for the same reason, she'd find out just how generous he'd been. Hopefully, she'd never know.

She began to cry before he landed the first swat, tensing in anticipation. "You're gonna want to relax, little gypsy. If you tense your bottom, you'll wind up much sorer." Resting his hand on her buttocks, he asked, "What is the rule about skating on the pond?"

She sniffled. "N-Never get on or in the p-pond without Daddy."

“Right. And why did Daddy make that rule?"

“Because," she said, her breath hitching with her tears. "Because it's not safe."

"That's right. Never go to the pond without Daddy. Ever. No exceptions. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy."

“Just so I know you understand, repeat what I just said."