Page 18 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)

“Why are you getting this spanking?” Isaiah asked her.

While he waited for her response, he took a moment to admire the perfect voluptuous body that was on display before him.

Cami was naked from the waist down, draped over the bed, her bottom propped up by pillows beneath her. What he really wanted to do was pull his pants down and ram his cock deep and hard inside her, plunging her depths and giving her all she could handle.

This wasn’t the time for that, though. In fact, even after the spanking, he’d have to curtail his urges.

Mixing pleasure with discipline would send the wrong message. His Little girl needed to know that this was very serious. Infractions wouldn’t be tolerated. It wasn’t fun and games.

She’d messed up. She’d be punished. It was the way things needed to be. For her own good.

“Well?” he prodded.

“Because I said… eh, some stuff… about myself.”

He shook his head, though standing behind her meant she couldn’t see the gesture.

“Nope. Try again. Be more specific.”

Cami cleared her throat. “Because I said mean things about my body, Sir.”

Sir . He smiled, wondering if the sudden surge of respect she was showing was her attempt to get out of trouble.

It wouldn’t work. He told her why.

“I’ve repeatedly listened to you saying awful things about yourself since the moment we met. That is gong to stop, little missy. I warned you multiple times, too. But you just persisted. Now, you’re going to learn the hard way. I assume this is your first spanking. Correct?”

He wouldn’t be mad if the answer was no. Whoever she’d been with in the past wasn’t any of his business.

He was her future.

But she responded, “Yes, Sir. I’ve never… had one.”

That answer suited him better. Again, he had to fight the urge to lay his belt down and pull his cock out to plow into her. This just wasn’t the right time. Damn… it was sure hard, though.

“Well, being as this is your first spanking, we’ll start slow.

But don’t get used to it. I expect obedience.

When rules are broken, you’ll face the consequences.

Next time I won’t go so easy.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Let’s start with seven swats.

Hopefully that’s enough to curtail any further naughty behavior.

“Now, how this works is I’m going to give you a swat and you will count it by saying One, Sir , and so on down the line. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This first one is just a practice one. Brace yourself, girlie. It’s going to hurt.”

The belt slapped loudly across her bare bum, leaving a hot crimson streak in its wake.

“Yeoh!” she cried.

“That’s not what I told you to say. Guess we need another practice swat.”

He brought the belt down again, this time a little harder.

His cutie would learn. One way or another.

“One, Sir!” she cried this time.

“Good girl. Now we’ll start the real spanking. Remember to reset your count.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a trembling voice.

Isaiah lined up the first swat and gave Cami a moment to ready herself.

Not that she could be truly prepared for what was to follow.

She’d get used to receiving spankings under his care.

She was probably due quite a few, after all.

Littles were just like that. They needed a Daddy’s guidance and love to keep them on the right course.

But while she may grow accustomed to the process, she’d most likely never get used to the sting. That’s what kept them effective.

That sting is what would help her learn.

With that in mind, Isaiah gave her a crisp swat.

“One, Sir!”

“Good girl.”

Whack!

“Ouch! Two, Sir.”

He nodded to himself in approval.

Whack!

“Whoa!” Her hands shot back in an attempt to cover her bottom.

“No, little one. You don’t ever try to block Daddy’s belt. That earned you an extra one. Don’t forget to count. This will be three.”

Cami sobbed but managed to say, “Yes, Sir,” through gritted teeth and tears.

Whack!

“Three, Sir!”

“Good girl. Now, you might as well settle in and accept this. It’s happening, little one. And you have four more to go.”

Cami heeded his warning, a fact Isaiah was thankful for. It didn’t bring him any pleasure to inflict that sting on his Little girl. It did, however, make him feel good to correct such naughty behavior.

His little sweetie would learn that she was beautiful, valuable, and that Daddy didn’t tolerate unkind words toward herself.

It would most likely take even more spankings, he thought to himself.

She’d learn the hard way.