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"N-Never go to the pond w-without Daddy, ever, no exceptions. But please, Daddy, please just use your hand. I've never been spanked with a brush or a belt before."

"Whether you earn a belt or hairbrush spanking is up to you, Gypsy. Putting yourself in danger will find you in this position, getting your bottom blistered with the brush. Lie and you’ll earn stripes with my belt every time."

"But I don't want a spanking."

"Well, if you did, it wouldn't be much of a deterrent, now would it?"

“But if I don't want it, can I say tambourine?"

Her question gave him pause. He would never want to do something that truly harmed her in any way. He knew spankings, while definitely painful, would not harm her. At the same time, hewanted her to know she could use her safe word whenever she truly needed it.

"Nobody wants a spanking, Gypsy. That's why they're a good consequence. But even if you don't want it, do you think you deserve it?"

She stayed silent so long he thought she wasn't going to answer him. But then, sobbing as she spoke, she stuttered out a whined, “Y-Y-Yes."

"Do you think it's good to use your safeword to get out of a punishment you deserve?"

Her shoulders shook. "No, Daddy."

"I don't think so, either. Safewords are not there to help you avoid the consequences of your bad behavior. I'm proud of you for realizing that." He gave her bottom a few more rubs. "All right, let's get this over with."

When he lifted his hand, she tensed her bottom again. He couldn't blame her for that. He brought his hand down with a hard smack right in the center of both cheeks.

It was good he held her legs in place, because she started kicking immediately. She cried out with every swat, her fingers clawing at the comforter as she tried to pull herself off his lap.

As her backside darkened from pale to pink, she cried out, promising to be good and begging him to stop. When she finally realized that wasn't going to work, she buried her face in the comforter and cried.

She cried for a long time because he did not want to have to teach this lesson again. When he thought of the ice cracking and her disappearing beneath the waters, he redoubled his efforts and smacked her even harder.

Once her cheeks had darkened into a blushing rose, he shifted his attention to the tops of her defenseless thighs.

“Please, Daddy. Please. I'm sorry!" She continued to wail. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Please, Daddy, please stop! That’s enough!"

Unfortunately for her, he'd been a Daddy long enough to know the difference between not wanting any more swats and truly being sorry for what she'd done. She still didn’t understand the difference between regret and remorse.

"Those swats were for breaking your rule about minding Daddy," he said, reaching for the hairbrush. "You're getting ten smacks with the hairbrush for doing something so dangerous and putting your health and safety at risk. That will earn you the hairbrush every time."

Without pausing, he delivered ten sharp smacks with the hairbrush, five to each cheek, all in the same spot. By the time he was finished, she was howling.

Tossing the hairbrush back on the bed, he released her hands. Sliding her off his lap, he shifted her so she was bent over the side of the bed. His mattress was so high, she had to stand on her tiptoes to remain in place.

He wished he could stop right then. Her cries wrenched his heart. Every tear was precious to him, but he had one final lesson to drive home.

Reaching for the belt, he folded it in half and wrapped the buckle end around his fist. "Not only did you intentionally break a rule and put your safety in danger, but you also lied to Daddy about it when you got caught. Is lying to Daddy ever okay?"

Sobbing, she shook her head. "No, Daddy.”

“That’s right. We never ever lie. I will never lie to you. And I expect you never to lie to me. Lying creates distrust. It ruins relationships. I love you too much to let that happen. You will always receive stripes with the belt when you lie. That's how seriously I take this."

He drew the belt across the under curve of her bottom where her backside met her thighs. "This is a count of three. I don't ever want to have to do this again."

"You won't, Daddy," she said, and he knew she meant it.

Deciding not to draw this out, he brought the belt down in three sharp, quick swats, covering the top, middle, and bottom of her sit spots. As soon as he finished, he tossed the belt to the floor. Lifting his Little girl, he carried her to the couch, holding her in his arms until her tears slowed.

He stroked her hair, pressing kisses to her forehead, and assuring her of his love. He would've held her for the rest of the day, but his phone alerted him to a text. Knowing it probably concerned ranch business, he checked and saw that it was from Javier Barajas, his ranch foreman.

The text was simple, straight to the point.Bison out on the Castelo Place. Not sure how many. Calling everyone in to get them back in the pasture and repair the fence.