Page 47 of Provoking Camden
“We’ll start while I make dinner. You’ll write I will not be sassy with my Daddy one hundred times.”
I cringe. That doesn’t sound fun.
“That’s for sassing me. For cussing, you’ll write Little girls do not use dirty words one hundred times.”
This time, I wince. I know he’s not kidding.
“Every line must be legible, or you will write it again.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter.
“Would you like to break any more rules or perhaps sass me yet again?”
“No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so. I know it will take you a few days to trust that I will be firm with you, but you’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll grow tired of being punished and decide it might be more fun to follow Daddy’s rules.”
I scoot closer to him. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “That’s not fun. How will I be able to discipline you if you’re always good?” He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses them. “Now, let’s address a few things.”
“Okay.”
“How did you feel after I spanked you?”
“Uh, high.”
“Like you took drugs?”
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
“And how many times have you done drugs to know that?”
“Never. I’m just guessing that’s how it would feel.”
He smiles. “Good to know. You can’t even begin to imagine the level of punishment you would endure if I found you doing something illegal.”
“I would never, Daddy.” He knows I wouldn’t. I may be sassy, but I’m not kidding. I wouldn’t do something that would land me in serious trouble.
“But I suspect you’re right. Little girls who get spanked often feel floaty afterward.”
“Have you ever been spanked, Daddy?”
“Yep.”
I giggle. “Why?” I was kind of joking when I asked.
“Because no one should practice any form of BDSM they themselves have not experienced.”
“Oh, so you weren’t submitting to someone.”
He laughs. “No, Little one. I’ve never submitted to anyone. Other than in arranged situations where I asked someone to use a piece of equipment on me so I would know how it feels. I have been spanked pretty hard. I have also had many other implements used on me. Anything I strike you with, you can assume I’ve experienced myself.”
“Okay.” That’s kind of nice to know.
“Back to your bottom. How does it feel now?”
“Tingly and kind of sore.”
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