Page 16 of Sawyer (Sabre Security Daddies #6)

His eyes narrowed. This time, his “And?” was more of a growl.

She widened her eyes at him. He really wanted her to own up to everything. Sheesh! “I…ran and hid. And I didn’t come out when you called me. Oh, and I stepped on a spider this morning because they are icky and gross, but I guess I should have trapped him and thrown him into the backyard.”

Sawyer couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, babygirl, I’ll cut you a break on that last one.”

“You will?” She sighed in relief.

“Never let it be said that I’m not a reasonable Daddy. You won’t be punished for stepping on the spider.”

She frowned. “But you’ll still spank me for the other things?”

“Oh yes, definitely”

“But...” she started. Before she could start arguing, he interrupted her.

“Talking time is over, little girl,” he said as he grabbed her wrist and tugged.

Uh oh. “No, wait!”

Why in the name of great granny’s ghost did you say that?

Because she was in the grips of mindless terror. She tried to resist, but it was a laughable attempt. The next thing she knew, she was over his lap, face down. She tried to squirm or shimmy off his knee, but he held her in place with an arm around her waist.

In her efforts to hook her leg around his to pull herself off, she accidentally kicked him in the shin. He howled in pain. Once he had her legs captured by his right leg, he said, “Thanks for that reminder. That makes twice you’ve kicked me.”

“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t mean to kick you!”

“I didn’t think you did, but unintentional kicks hurt just as bad as intentional ones.

And both times, you were trying to get away from Daddy.

You do not run from me, little girl. It could be dangerous if I’m trying to keep you safe.

If you don’t think you can trust me, tell me now.

I’ll go back across the street, and we will be good neighbors.

But that is all. You should never accept a Daddy you don’t trust. Do you trust me enough to be your Daddy? ”

Did she trust him? Being around him had never made her feel anything but happy and safe. And, well, Little. “I do trust you. You’ve never hurt me or lied to me. I think I just panic easily. I didn’t use to. It’s something I learned in prison. The only person in there I could trust was Mama Sam.

“Moma Sam?”

“Yeah, she was really tough. She ran a gang, but for some reason, she took a liking to me. She said I reminded her of her daughter.”

“I’m sorry you went through that. I’m going to do everything I can to make that better, so you never have to think about it again. But right now, we have a punishment to take care of. Are you ready?”

Everything inside her settled. She was still anxious, but her mindless terror was gone. She nodded and said, “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, I want you to lift your skirt to your waist.”

Her eyes shot to the windows. The three curtainless, blindless windows. What if someone could see inside? Her pulse picked up speed. Anyone could see inside if they made it their business to look.

She turned pleading eyes on her Daddy. “B-but, Daddy. I have neighbors, and if someone drives by, they might see me. ”

He arched a brow. “Now you’re worried about being seen by someone driving by? It didn’t seem to be a concern a few minutes ago. Skirt. Up. Now.”

Her cheeks must be glowing from the heat radiating from them. She scanned the outside visible through the windows once more before catching her hem and gathering her skirt up to her waist, doing her best to hold back a whimper.

She didn’t like feeling exposed. She didn’t! So, why was she getting wet? It was bad enough he could see her purple panties with the hot pink ladybugs on them. The last thing she needed was for him to see any evidence of how turned on she was.

He moved to sit on the front edge of the chair and run his finger under the elastic at the top of her panties. The shiver races up her body from her sex to her nipples, landing there, making them harden to tight points.

“From now on, you will remove your panties before a spanking. Daddies spank their girls’ naughty bottoms on the bare. Right now, I want you to spread your legs so I can see how much you are looking forward to your punishment.”

Mortified, she did as he said. The scent of her arousal was evident, along with the darker purple between her thighs. She was going to burst into flames at any second.

He pressed his nose right above her pussy and breathed in. “My little girl likes being held accountable.” Sliding back in his seat, he then said, “Now, tell Daddy again why you are being punished.”

Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it. Blinking fast to stave off her tears, she hung her head. “I didn’t mind you and put myself in danger, Daddy. Then I ran from you and hid. So, now I’m being punished.”

“Yes, you are. And how are you being punished, naughty girl?”

“You… you’re going to spank me, Daddy.”

“I am. But two broken rules require two kinds of spanking. But we’ll get to that. I take my responsibilities as your Daddy very seriously. When you went to the door, did you see the second motorcycle go by?”

This was getting worse and worse. Lip trembling, she answered. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

"And did it occur to you that the second rider might have had a gun, too? He would have had the perfect shot because you were standing right in the doorway.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. She’d been worried about the windows just now, and yet she’d put herself in an even worse position while the danger was still present. No wonder her Daddy was mad at her.

She could have gotten him hurt, too. He’d been focused on her instead of the bad guys. Tears stung her eyes. The guilt was suffocating.

She stood in silence as he watched her. He must have been satisfied with what he saw, because he gave a nod and patted his thigh. “Over my lap, babygirl.”

Her heart stuttered. She wasn’t afraid of him, but that didn’t mean this wasn’t going to hurt. Not wanting to make things any worse, she did as he said.

She placed her chest on his thighs, but he slid her further forward. So far forward she was afraid her nose would hit the floor. In this position, her bottom was centered on his thighs, and her feet stuck out straight.

“Hold on to my ankle or the chair legs, little girl. I don’t want you reaching back, especially when we get to the second part of your punishment.”

She liked holding onto his ankle. It connected her to him. The fabric of her skirt tickled her back until he caught it between his knees. “I don’t want that getting in the way either. You are going to be doing plenty of squirming by the time we’re done.”

She closed her eyes, wishing she’d stayed on the floor like he’d told her to .

He rubbed his hand over her bottom and the backs of her thighs. “It is all right for you to kick your legs, but do not bring them up to your bottom. If you do, I will take away that option by trapping them between my legs. I will not give you another warning. Do you understand?”

This was so bad. She wanted it to be done. “Yes, Daddy. Can we start now?”

She must have surprised him because he gave a bark of laughter. “Are you so eager to get your butt roasted, little girl?”

“N-no, Daddy. I just want it to be over.”

“Then by all means, let’s get this over with.”

Thank goodness. Her shoulder relaxed as she sank into the relief of ‘once begun, half done.’ Grateful, she remained relaxed until she heard a sharp slap. She had a millisecond to wonder what it was before a wildfire of pain scorched across her right cheek. “Thank you, Dad—ow!”

She clenched her bottom cheeks and ground her hips into his thighs. Before she could say anything more, another sharp crack echoed through the room. Another blaze of fire covered her left cheek.

“Oh! Daddy, I…”

He interrupted. “Relax your bottom, naughty girl. You are not going to want your bottom to be any sorer tomorrow than it’s already going to be.”

Tomorrow could wait. Right now, all her focus was on the next six hard smacks landing on her bottom. She gripped his ankle as tightly as she could, determined not to disobey him again.

Spanks rained down on her bottom no matter how much she wiggled and shifted to avoid his heavy hand. Her legs would not keep still.

She thought what she’d endure was painful, but then he moved lower and began to pepper her upper thighs. Her cries rose to shrieks! “Oh! Oh! Ow! No, Daddy, please! That hurts! Owie! ”

“Well, that is the point, naughty girl. Little girls remember lessons better if they have a burning ass and thighs to remind them.”

He didn’t slow down or ease back. If anything, his swats came faster and harder.

She began to sob when he moved back to her bottom.

“Owie! No… no! Daddy! Please, not there! Oh! No, not there, Daddy. Not there!”

But he didn’t move until the heat and pain on the backs of her bottom matched the fire he’d lit on her thighs.

When he finally stopped, she asked. “Are we done, Daddy?”

“Not yet, naughty girl. Do you understand how seriously I take your safety?”

“Y-y-yes, Daddy. I do. I-I promise!”

“Good. Now I want you to walk to that open space on the wall. I want your nose pressed there so you can think about how you are going to respond the next time I call your name and tell you to come to me.”

Her breath working its way into her lungs in spasms, she nodded. “Y-y-yes, Daddy.” She headed straight to the spot he’d indicated, dropping her skirt as she walked.

“Did I tell you to pull your skirt down, Half-Pint?”

“N-N-No, D-Daddy.”

“Then you pull it right back up to your waist. I want that red bottom on display so I can make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Now scoot!”

She scooted, bunching her skirt back around her waist. The sounds of wood against glass came from the kitchen. The only wood she had was by her stove. Dread made her legs tremble.

“Come here, little girl. I think I found something that can make a suitable impression about how Daddy feels about you running away and hiding when he calls.”

Slowly, she turned, finding exactly what she’d expected in her Daddy’s hand. It was the only thing she had from her grandmother. A large, thick wooden spatula made of walnut wood. She had used it to help her Nanny make many batches of fudge and peanut brittle.

Taking the smallest steps she thought she could get away with, she returned to stand in front of her Daddy. “How many minutes would you say you stood in behind the screen door, Half-Pint?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. Maybe five?”

He rose to his feet. “That’s about what I thought, too. So, five licks for five minutes should be about right. I want you to stand in front of the chair and place your hands on the seat.”

She had no idea how her poor rear end could take any more swats, but she did as he said. She’d known better than to run from him. Mindless terror was a horrible thing.

When she was in place, he said, “I want your feet further apart, babygirl.”

With his help, she shuffled her feet to the position he wanted. “I’m sorry I ran, Daddy. And that I didn’t come to you when you told me to.”

“Thank you, Half-Pint. I’m going to make this quick so we can get to the cuddling part. I need to hold you.”

She wanted that, too. He pressed his hand to the small of her back, steadying her. His hand was almost as hot as her bottom. “I’m not going to ask you to count. Ready?”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. Her bottom was already throbbing. She was never going to be able to sit again. “Yes, Daddy,” she said.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

He kept his promise and made it quick, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. As soon as he was finished, she stood back up and grabbed her bottom. She danced and stomped around the room, howling.

And then she was in his arms. He lifted her and carried her back to the couch. When he sat down and put her on his lap, she squealed and rolled to put her weight on her hip instead of her punished bottom.

Still sobbing, she managed to say, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

“It’s over and done, babygirl. That spanking means the slate is clean and we never have to talk about it again.”

She cuddled into his chest. Her bottom was still on fire, but she had earned every smack. And, even though she’d be feeling the effects of her spanking for days, her heart was lighter, and the oppressive guilt that had blanketed her chest was gone.