Page 16 of Daddy's Little Bunny (Ivory Mountain Daddies #2)

Daddy leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss against her forehead before she turned and drug her feet towards the corner he pointed to. Looking over her shoulder at Daddy, she watched him raise his eyebrow.

Taking another deep breath, Olivia chanted in her mind that she could do this. She was strong.

Slipping her fingers into her leggings, she pulled them down before moving to grab her panties doing the same.

“Okay, Little One. Daddy is starting the timer. Same rules apply, if you move or fidget the timer will restart.”

Olivia stood as still as a statue waiting and thinking about what was to come next. She knew that the spanking that she was going to receive would be nothing like what she faced at the hands of David.

She was worried her brain wouldn’t be able to separate the two and it would cause her to panic. Olivia knew she was going to have to talk to Daddy before anything happened.

Of course, she couldn’t say the real reason she was having these feelings, but she had to tell him something.

Daddy has told her several times over the past few weeks that communication was very important.

This was something that she absolutely needed to communicate even if she couldn’t tell the full story. The chiming of Daddy’s phone cut off any more thoughts she had.

“Alright, Olivia. Come here please. ”

She went to pull her pants back up when Daddy spoke, stopping her movement.

“Leave those where they are.”

Embarrassment bloomed in her chest. Waddling carefully over to Daddy, she stopped between his parted legs refusing to look him in the eye.

She should have known better than to think he was going to allow that to happen. Unable to fight the lifting of her head by his fingers, Olivia was forced to look in his eyes.

“Can you give me a color, Little girl?”

Knowing exactly what he was asking for because of the books that she reads, Olivia took a second to assess her feelings and headspace. While she was embarrassed and didn’t want to be standing here exposed, she didn’t feel a single twinge of panic inside.

“Green, Daddy.”

Daddy smiled at her. “Good, Little Bunny. Now do you know why you are getting a spanking right now?”

“Because I was jumping on the bed.”

“And why is that something Little girls don’t do?”

“Ummm, because it’s not safe.”

“Exactly, babygirl. Daddy’s heart would have stopped if you had fallen off the bed. Daddy’s old and who knows if he would have survived.”

Olivia giggled at his words. Daddy was barely thirty-five. Hardly old, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She wouldn’t want him to get a big head.

“Over my knee, Little one. I won’t make you count this time, but next time you will.”

Olivia hesitated. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t seem to get them out.

Daddy is observant though and didn’t miss her hesitation.

“What’s wrong, Little Bunny? Talk to Daddy. ”

“It’s just I haven’t had a spanking since I was a little kid. I’m not sure how I’m going to react to this.”

“Daddy knows that and will do everything within his power to make sure you’re okay. You won’t like this spanking because it’s a punishment spanking and those aren’t supposed to be fun, but Daddy promises to be easy with you and check in with you during it all.”

“Okay, Daddy. I trust you.”

“And I would never do anything to break that trust, Olivia. It means everything that you have that trust in me and I wouldn’t abuse it.”

Nodding her head, she allowed him to help her lay over his knee. Her fingertips barely scraped the floor in this position.

“I’m going to start now, Little Bunny. It will be to the count of ten.”

Nothing could have prepared her for the sting that blazed across her bottom as his hand made connection. Gasping at the feeling she tried to quickly assess where her mindset was.

“That’s one. Can you tell Daddy what color you are now?”

The panic that she assumed that she would feel was nowhere to be found. Yeah it hurt, but Olivia knew that it would.

“Still green, Daddy. It hurts, but I’m okay.”

“Good girl. Daddy’s going to continue now.”

She nodded her head and tried not to tense when his hand lifted from her bottom and smacked down again. Over and over Daddy covered her bottom and sit spots in spankings.

Just when she thought that she couldn’t take anymore it all stopped. Sagging against his leg, she laid there grateful that it was finally over.

Her bottom felt like it had been dragged over hot coals, but besides that she felt okay. It surprised her that she didn’t have any form of panic creeping into her mind .

That would be something she could dissect later. Her world was turned right as Daddy helped her shift to sitting on his knee.

Letting out a hiss, she tried to wiggle around to find a position that didn’t hurt her bottom. Nothing she did though help.

“Can you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, Daddy. Of course it hurt, but nothing like I imagined.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, that way you will think twice about making the red choice again, but Daddy never wants to do something that causes permanent harm to you.”

“I know, Daddy. It’s strange, I feel lighter somehow. Like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.”

“That’s good baby. A good punishment will do that. You should feel the stress of everything melt away.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now, how about those cuddles?”

Nodding her head quickly, she slid off his leg. It was at that moment that she remembered that she didn’t have any pants on.

“Uh, Daddy?”

“Yes, Little girl?”

“Can I put my pants back on now?”

“How about something better?” he asked before she watched him pull the shirt off his back in that sexy move that all men do but don’t know how much it does to a woman.

She felt him take off her shirt before sliding his on. Pulling it to her nose she took a deep breath and sighed.

It smelled like coming home. Crawling under the pulled back covers, she waited for Daddy to get into the bed before wrapping herself around him like a little monkey .

Several moments had passed before Olivia had to ask the question that had been bouncing around in her mind since before her spanking started.

“Daddy, what did you mean that this spanking wasn’t supposed to be fun. What kind of spanking is fun?”

The hoot of laughter that he let out above her made her giggle. Daddy pressed her sippy cup into her hands before replying “Well, Little girl, let me tell you about the joys of a funishment.”