Page 7 of Kay (Daddies Ink #5)

Kay

“I don’t want you to spank me, Daddy,” Lennon cried the next morning.

“I know. I’ve never met a Little girl that wanted a spanking,” I soothed. I was sitting on the bed and she was standing between my open thighs. Her wrist and shoulder hadn’t even been bruised when we’d woken up and I knew I needed to go ahead and get her punishment out of the way.

“You can’t spank me!”

“I can’t?” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at her distress.

“No.”

“Why not, baby?”

“Because I’m a baby and you can’t spank a baby!”

Chucking, I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her to me. “What happens if I spank a baby?”

“A puppy dies,” she answered so dramatically that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know, this is the age old caregiver/Little dance. I’m not new to it.”

“I don’t think we’re dancing. I think you’re about to beat me.”

Sassy Little girl.

“No, we’re definitely dancing. You’re pretending you don’t need a spanking and I’m pretending to hear you out even though we both know if I didn’t follow through, you’d be upset and feel yucky and I’d be upset and feel yucky cause I didn’t give you what you needed.”

She reached her fingers out and ran a strand of my hair through them. “I don’t want you to feel yucky. So, I guess you should spank me if it will help you with that.”

Laughing, I pulled her into my lap for a kiss. “You are a brat.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

Helping her stand, I guided her over my knees. “Your safety is very important to me, Little one. You’re going to get twenty with my hand and twenty with the naughty spoon.”

“The naughty spoon!” she wailed. I imagined the other Little ones had told her about my naughty spoon, although Rogue was the only one who’d ever experienced it.

“Yes, the naughty spoon,” I confirmed, then added, “You need to count them, Lennon. If you don’t remember to count it, it doesn’t count.”

“Again!”

I was starting to think she was a parrot.

“Yes, and Daddy doesn’t want to have to do that, so you need to remember to count, baby.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She gave a tiny sniffle and although it pulled at my heart, I wouldn’t let it stop me from delivering what she needed.

“Good girl,” I said, lowering her shorts and panties down.

“Not my panties!”

“Daddy will always spank you on the bare, Lennon.”

Pitiful dramatic sobs tore from her mouth.

“Are you ready?”

“Nooooo!”

“Lennon, are you ready?” I asked, firmer this time.

Two sniffs before she answered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I lifted my hand and brought it down across both cheeks.

“Ouchie! One!”

I gave her another and she gave me another pitiful sob. “Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

Fivvveeee,” she sobbed, drawing it out.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“S-six.”

“Seven.”

“E-eight.”

“Nine.”

“Ouchie! Ouchie!” she cried when I hit the tender spots where her thighs met her butt cheeks.

“Ouchie isn’t a number, Lennon,” I reminded.

“Ten!”

“No baby, that last one doesn’t count. Remember what Daddy said?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she cried, dropping her head down to rest on the mattress.

“Ten,” she counted when I landed another spank on her thighs.

By the time we reached twenty, she’d probably received twenty-six spanks. She was sobbing into the bed, but I was sure it was from the emotions brought on by a punishment and not the actual spanking. Her bottom was only slightly red.

“How are you feeling, Lennon?”

“My butt is brokennn,” she wailed.

“I know, baby, but how does your heart feel?”

She sniffled once before she answered, “Better, Daddy.”

“Good, that’s what we want.” I said, helping her to her feet. “You need to go in Daddy’s purse and grab the red wooden spoon.”

“O-okay, Daddy.”

I kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away with my thumb before sending her to fetch the spoon. I was a firm believer in making a Little one fetch their own implement. It helped put them in a different mindset. She quickly brought the spoon back to me and I helped her back over my lap.

“Twenty, Little girl,” I reminded before bringing the spoon down on her pert little ass.

“Ouchie! Ouchie! No, Daddy!” she cried. I set the spoon down on the bed and rubbed her back gently.

“Take a breath, baby.”

I waited for her to take a few calming breaths, before speaking. “I know that was shocking, baby. The naughty spoon has a nasty sting to it.”

Her hair bounced around as she nodded.

“If you need to stop, you can always use your safeword. Do you want to use it? It’s not a get out of trouble card, but we can stop, talk about it, and Daddy can pick another punishment if this is too much for you. I won’t be upset at all.”

Lennon laid quietly over my lap. I continued to rub her back while she processed.

“No, Daddy. It’s not so bad that I can’t finish my punishment. Is just really stingy.”

“Thank you for telling Daddy the truth, Lennon. You’re a very good girl.”

“Are you ready to finish your punishment now?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I picked up the spoon and we started again.

***

Lennon

I never wanted to earn a spanking at Kay’s hands again. I’d played with people at The Thirsty Turtle before, but none of them had spanked as hard as she did, of course we’d only been playing then and this was definitely a punishment spanking.

“Are you ready to finish your punishment now?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The spoon landed on my ass a second time and the sting was sharp enough to take my breath away.

“Two!” I cried.

“No, baby. That’s one. You didn’t count the first one.”

Sobbing, I counted, “One.”

“Two.”

“T-three.” I was dying. I’d never be able to sit again.

“You’re doing so good, Lennon. You’re taking your punishment so well.”

I seriously doubted that. I was crying and coughing like I’d just lost my best friend, but it was nice to know she thought so.

“F-four.”

“Five.”

“S-six. Ouchie! Ouchie!”

“I know, Little one, but we’re almost done,” Kay praised.

“Seven.”

“Last three, baby”

The last three fell on my sit-spots. “Eight, nine, ten,” I counted, kicking my feet.

“Halfway there, baby.”

I didn’t know if I could take ten more.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“I know, Little one. I don’t think you would learn if it didn’t.”

The last half of the spanking felt like it went much slower than the first half. I sobbed, kicked, and even wound up having my hands pinned to my back. I was so thankful when I was finally able to say twenty.

Kay gently sat me on my feet on the floor between her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “It’s all over, Little one. You were such a good girl,” she said, stroking her thumbs over my skin.

“Can you hold me?” I asked, too emotional to feel embarrassed.”

“Of course, baby.” She helped me climb into her lap, my bottom resting in the open space between her knees. Rocking me back and forth, she whispered soft praises into my ear.

***

“Do you want some more juice?” Kay asked.

“No, thank you,” I answered.

“What pretty manners.” She fed me another bite of oatmeal.

“Is really good. Not like regular oatmeal,” I complimented.

She chuckled. “Thank you, baby. The other Little girls will only eat Auntie Kay’s oatmeal because all other oatmeal is yucky. I think it’s the brown sugar and honey I use.”

I opened my mouth for another bite and she fed me. I’d decided I liked being babied. I was sitting on a high-back chair in front of Kay. The tall chair made me feel very small even though it hurt my ouchie butt. I swung my legs back and forth and Kay talked about what we were going to do that day.

“And I thought maybe you’d like to go to the park?”

My eyes shot up to meet hers. “The park?”

“Yes, would you like that?”

I nodded my head so hard my neck hurt.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of cars you like, but I saw there was a car show.”

“A car show!” I squealed.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and showed me the ad.

“Is allla the cars!”

Laughing, she stroked my face. “I see that. Would you like to go?”

“Yas-huh! Please!”

“Okay. We’ll go after you finish breakfast.”

“I all done,” I said, trying to climb off the chair.

“Lennon Grace,” she scolded, making my freshly spanked butt tighten.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“We have plenty of time. Finish your breakfast.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I gulped.

***

“I dun has nothing to wear,” I said after Kay and I had taken a shower together. I’d been wearing Kay’s shirt. I was surprised by how much I liked wearing her clothes.

“I think I have some things you might like.”

“Your clothes?” I asked, perking up at the idea.

“Not my clothes, but I think you’re still going to think they’re extra special.

” She took my hand and led me from her room, down the hall, and to another room.

“I’ve been working on this nursery for my future Little girl for a while, and I’m so glad you’re here now, Little one.

” She pushed open the door and led me into the beautiful room.

“I know you’ll like the color,” she teased as I studied the bright-pink walls.

There was a crib, bookshelf, changing table, toybox, and rocking chair that were all pristine white.

The crib had a beautiful quilt that was colored with various shades of pink.

There was a large hot-pink rug in the middle of the floor that matched the walls.

Curtains that matched the quilt covered the large window.

“It’s beautiful Daddy!” I exclaimed, hugging her tightly.

“I can really use this when I’m here?” It seemed unreal. I’d gone from being lonely and single to having Daddy and a nursery in a short amount of time.

“You can, baby. It’s all for you,” Daddy said, giving me a kiss on my mouth. “I’m so glad you’re here.”