by Chloe Carpenter
"Take off your clothes."
Emily blinked. "What? Um ... you don't mean all of them?"
"I do. All of them. Every stitch."
Emily visibly squirmed. She pulled her best cute little girl face and batted her eyelashes, a tactic that so often worked ... but not this time. Leo merely stared impassively as he waited for her to obey, the only sign of emotion a warning predatory gleam in his blue eyes. Slightly narrowed now, they fixed intently on her. She knew that look so well. When he was in 'strict daddy' mode he wouldn't be dissuaded from his purpose no matter how hard she tried to deflect him, and she knew full well his purpose right now was to spank her naughty bottom. In an attempt to delay the inevitable, she tried another tactic.
"Sorry," she said contritely. Sir. He expects to be called Sir at times like this. "I'm very sorry, Sir."
Leo shook his head. "It's no good being sorry after the event. You shouldn't have misbehaved to start with, and telling lies about it has only served to prolong your punishment," he said sternly, reaching for the little red leather paddle on the table.
"But Daddy," she pleaded, "it was all a misunderstanding."
"That's what you said last time ... and the time before."
"Oh." She pouted. Crap.
"So stop prevaricating and do as you're told. Strip."
Emily sighed. Doing as she was told wasn't something she was particularly good at. And she hated it when she had to strip for a spanking - it was so much more fun when Leo undressed her. But fun wasn't within reach right now. She had been a bad girl and now it was time to face the consequences. Catching sight of the paddle, she gulped. It was only small, but it was very hard and stingy. She knew then that she would be eating her dinner standing up. Pulling a wry face, she began fiddling with the buttons on her blouse. Off it came, followed by her bra and skirt. There was a slight hesitation, then she slid her panties down over her chubby bottom and creamy thighs, and stood before him naked. Though he had regularly seen her naked, she felt heat rising to her cheeks, her embarrassment manifesting in a sudden blush. She shuffled her feet awkwardly, stared down at her toes then began fidgeting with her fingers. Feeling the power of his gaze burning into her, she looked up.
Their eyes met in a perfect harmony of submissive green and dominant blue, then Leo glanced meaningfully at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor by Emily's feet. Meeting her gaze again, he raised an eyebrow. Knowing what was expected of her, Emily bent to pick up her clothes, folded them neatly, and set them on a chair. She watched nervously as Leo pulled out a straight-backed chair and sat down on it.
"Come here, Emily," he said, crooking his index finger.
The strangely intimate gesture sent shivers down her spine. She shuffled forward slowly. Even when seated, Leo seemed to tower over her. He had such presence, her man; it was derived not just from his good looks and powerful physique, but by a seemingly effortless self assurance and an innate ability to command attention and respect.
"Look at me, Emily."
"Yes Sir." She raised her head, conscious that her nipples were hardening into rigid little pebbles, partly because she was unclothed, and partly because in some weird way, the prospect of Leo's punishments never failed to excite her even though they hurt in an entirely non pleasurable way.
"Why am I going to spank you, Emily?"
"I was naughty," she murmured. The silence that followed was tense and expectant. She knew more was expected of her, so she began to elaborate. "I... um, I accidentally smashed your guitar."
"And how did that come about?"
"Ah, well I ... er ... I borrowed some of-"
"Borrowed?"
"Er, okay, I sneaked some of your whisky.... okay, I stole it out of the cupboard. And then I drank it." There, she had confessed. "And then I drank some more and tripped over and trod on your guitar and it broke and I'm very, very sorry and I'll never do it again," she said, and then took a deep breath.
"Emily, I give you everything you want. The only thing I forbid you is whisky because it makes you sick. Yet knowing that, you still went ahead and drank the stuff."
She hung her head. "It was bad of me. I'm truly sorry."
He appraised her critically, her head bowed, the red curls he loved so much dangling over her face. "What's the other reason I'm going to spank you?"
"I-I didn't admit to what I'd done. I told you Jasper had trampled on your guitar. That was a big fat lie, and I didn't mean to get Jasper in trouble."
Leo sighed. "You blamed the dog, and I believed you at first." Until I realised you were drunk as a skunk, you little minx.
"Poor Jasper. You shouted at him and made him stay outside in his kennel and he howled because he likes being with us in the house. I felt very sorry for him and that's when I confessed." Her green eyes welled up with unshed tears. "I really am sorry," she said in a small voice.
"I know," he said, in a tone that was soft yet authoritative. He patted his lap. "You know what happens next. Over you go."
A moment later she was over his steel thighs, staring at the rug, with her bottom elevated and her legs and feet dangling a few inches from the floor. She felt the warmth of his large hand rest for a brief moment on her bared bottom as it smoothed her lower cheeks. He always did that to start with, and the touch reassured her. Even so, as the seconds ticked slowly by, she shivered in anticipation; the waiting was the worst part. She never quite knew when he would begin.
A few more seconds passed. Her eyes began to close. She was almost lulled into a state of relaxation. The breath she had been holding was released as the tension left her, and then ... a loud Crack! sounded as the first slap rang out. She squeaked, flailing over his lap as a second slap echoed around the room.
Stifling a yelp, she wiggled and pulled a face. How she hated the red paddle! Maybe I could accidentally throw it out with the garbage. Or maybe I could accidentally drop it in Jasper's basket for him to chew. Or maybe I could accidentally-
"Yeouch!" she squealed, as the paddle descended again, much harder this time, across the centre of both cheeks. All thoughts of destroying the paddle were pushed away by a bloom of heat and pain from her rear end.
Leo smiled wolfishly as he eyed Emily's bare bottom. He never tired of looking at her curves. Her chubby cheeks quivered and jiggled with every spank, and even though they were flattened by the paddle, they always bounced back immediately for more. A pale pink hue was visible on the creamy flesh; he determined that by the time he was finished, her bottom would be a very pleasing shade of red. He upped the tempo, settling into a steady rhythm, his hand rising and falling as the paddle made itself felt on his naughty little girl's bottom.
Emily began to squirm. Her earlier stoicism gave way to loud yips and yelps interspersed with a tirade of promises to be good. As the red paddle did it's work, she wriggled like a fish, appearing almost comical with the dual waving of arms and legs like a floundering swimmer. Leo soon put a stop to all that by deftly hooking his leg over both of hers. Catching hold of her flailing right hand with his left, he pinned it to the small of her back, rendering her immobile.
Whimpering, Emily resigned herself to her fate. She both loved and hated the feeling of helplessness. She loved and hated spankings too; good girl spankings were wonderful; bad girl spankings were not ... although afterwards, her heated rear manifested an uncontrollable arousal in more intimate parts of her body. Still, this was not the time for analysis. Her twin hemispheres were rapidly becoming the same colour as the evil little red paddle, and her throbbing rear end hurt horribly. She began to protest loudly.
"Noooo! It hurts! It HURTS!"
"It's supposed to. This is what bad girls get." Leo aimed the paddle on the underside of her jiggling cheeks, delivering a rapid volley of upward spanks, each one ringing out like a pistol shot.
"I won't be - ow - bad, ever again! OW! I promise!"
Leo concentrated on her sit spots, whacking the paddle down on the exact same spot over and over. "Little girls who steal and tell lies and blame others for their naughtiness get spanked good and hard. Just like this." The paddle beat out a rhythmic tattoo on her bouncing buttocks.
"Yeow! Oh ... fuck, that stings!"
Crack! The paddle chastised her for her potty mouth, eliciting a long wail of protest.
"Tsk. You've just earned six extra for swearing, you bad girl." Down came the paddle again, swatting first one side, then the other.
"Aaaargh!" yelled Emily. Her poor bottom felt as though it was on fire. She wailed loudly as her bottom deepened to a darker shade of red. "Enough!"
"I'll let you know when you've had enough," said Leo firmly. More spanks covered the surface of her peachy curves, but they were less forceful now.
"Ow! Ow! But it burns!"
"Uh huh. Let's hope you've learned your lesson, little girl." He finished up with three more, then discarding the paddle, used his hand to briefly caress her burning mounds.
"I have, I have," she bleated, desperately trying not to cry. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"I know, honey," he said in a tone so tender it made the tears spill from her eyes and trickle down her cheeks. "There now," he said, helping her up. "All done. I'm sorry I had to do that, but you know why it was necessary." He hugged her close and smoothed the hair away from her eyes.
"Y-yes," she sniffled, rubbing her red fiery bottom. "Do you forgive me?" She returned the hug, secure in the knowledge she belonged in his arms.
"Of course I forgive you. You messed up. You've been punished, and that's that."
"Oh - no corner time then?" Encouraged, her tears stopped. She hated standing in the corner with her bare red bottom on display.
"Not so fast, sweet thing, I didn't say that. Ten minutes. Off you go. Nose to the wall and hands on your head."
"Oh pooh," she muttered, and still rubbing her bottom frantically, she made her way to the hated corner.
"And no rubbing!"
Emily pouted and got into position. He knew how deliciously yet horribly humiliated she felt having to stand naked and punished in the corner. A little smile flitted over her face. Damn it - that's why he makes me do it. There was no resentment. This was what they did. This was part of their relationship. Life with Leo was amazing and he made her happy.
"Good girl. I'll just sit here a while and admire the view." He sat back in his chair and watched her, a smile forming on his lips.
After reflecting for a minute or two, Emily turned her head slightly. "I love you."
"And I love you too, little Miss Red Bottom, even when you're naughty."
The clock on the mantel shelf ticked softly. The sound was comforting. It lulled him. His thoughts turned to a time when life had been so different, for both of them. Things had changed so much over the course of the past year, but one thing remained constant - his love for his little Emily.
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