Page 171 of Monster Daddies

“Thank you for the shoes, Papa,” I say as we exit the shop. I giggle. “I’m starting to feel rather spoiled.”

He smiles down at me, and he releases my hand so he can drape an arm around my shoulders. He pulls me close as we continue down the street. “You’re my Little girl, and I’m your Papa. I find myself wanting to indulge you. But don’t worry. If you begin to display an attitude or behave in an entitled manner, I know just how to deal with you.”

I flush. Yes, I suppose he does know how to deal with me. I resist the urge to reach back and rub my sore bottom. It’s still tender from the brief but hard spanking he gave me this morning. All because I’d pushed him away and refused to get out of bed when he woke me up too early.

“Ah, I like making you blush, little girl.” He growls and reaches down to apply a quick swat to my bottom.

I gasp and try to move away, but he pulls me close and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Papa!” I say in a chiding tone. “Papa, someone might see!”

He chuckles and guides me into a darkened alley. He sets the boxes down and gathers me into his arms. I pout up at him, though I’m not too upset, just mildly embarrassed. I’m not sure if any of the villagers witnessed the swat.

“Hm. That look you’re giving me isn’t very appropriate. I daresay you are displaying the sort of attitude that requires swift correction.” He’s using the stern but affectionate Papa-voice I like so much, and I flush again as a quiver of desire rushes through me. My core clenches and my breath hitches. His nostrils flare, and he gives me a knowing look.

“Papa, I don’t have an attitude,” I say, though I can’t seem to erase the pout from my face, and I eventually give up trying, and I release a dramatic huff.

“I know a Little girl who’s just earned herself a spanking.”

I feel my eyes go wide. “But Papa! We’re in public. You can’t spank me here!” I glance at the street. We’re in a rather secluded area of the village, and we’re in a darkened alley, but still, the idea of someone bearing witness to Papa spanking me is deeply embarrassing.

It’s also deeply arousing. My pussy won’t stop spasming, and I find myself pressing my thighs tightly together as the ache in my core intensifies.

“If you don’t want to be spanked in public, little girl, then I suggest you learn to behave in public.” He guides me to face the brick wall of a building, then forces me to jut my bottom out. As I peer over my shoulder at him, he cups my ass and gives me a scolding look. “I think all that pouting has earned you five quick but hard smacks. Hold still and accept your punishment, and I’ll deliver those smacks over your clothing. If you continue arguing or try to escape, I won’t hesitate to flip up your skirt and spank your bare bottom.”

I gasp at his threat, and I resolve that I’ll accept the five smacks without any argument. I glance at the street again. I just hope no one walks by as Papa punishes me. Shame heats my face.

Papa brings his flattened palm down across my cheeks with a resounding crack, once, twice, and then he pauses.

“Oh!” I resist the urge to rise on my toes.

He administers the final three smacks in rapid succession. Somehow, I manage to hold still and accept the stinging blows. He turns me to face him, and as he holds me close, I feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection. His gaze is heated.

“I think we’d better hurry home.” He leans closer and takes a long inhale, and I know he’s detected my arousal. “Papa’s Little girl is getting wet, aren’t you?”

Anticipation courses through me, and I’m thankful the village isn’t too far from the cabin. “Yes, Papa,” I finally reply. “I’m getting very wet. For you.”

He releases a savage growl, then he leads me home.