He reached in and grabbed something, but didn’t pull it out. “What does Daddy get?”
“A super, ginormous kiss!” I said, spreading my arms out as far as they’d go to illustrate the sheer size of the kiss he was going to get.
“Deal.” He pulled out his hand and handed me a plastic container with a million little compartments, each filled with a different shape and color of bead. A transparent pouch filled with elastic string in a variety of colors, a pair of pink safety scissors, and a smaller bag of metal charms and findings landed on top.
Placing the jewelry making kit to the side, I launched myself at Daddy and peppered kisses across every inch of him I could reach.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Mwah. “I love it.” Mwah. “I’m gonna make a pretty, pretty necklace.” Mwah. “I’m gonna make you something.” Mwah. “You’re the best Daddy ever.” Mwah.
“Alright, alright,” he said, pulling his face back with a silly grin. “I get it. You like it.”
“It’s the best,” I said seriously as I grabbed the kit and hugged it to my chest.
Flopping down onto the floor, I rolled until I had a large, clean space and spread everything out. Lying on my belly, I lifted my feet into the air and kicked them as I cut a sizeable length of cord and began beading my pretty, pretty necklace.
Finished, I held the two ends with my hands and crawled across the floor on my knees to Daddy’s side. “Can you tie this for me, please?”
He took the necklace from my hands and tied the two ends together in a secure knot. I bowed down when he held it up so he could place it over my head. Reaching up when it settled around my neck, I looked at it and smiled.
“Look,” I said, leaning against him as I showed off my necklace. “It says my name. E-M-M-I-E,” I spelled, pointing at each letter as I went.
“That’s right,” he said, tweaking my nose. “My little Emmie.”
“Now, I’m gonna make something for you.” I crawled out of his lap and back to my station.
With a naughty giggle, I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t looking. “No peeking,” I said so that he would know I was serious.
“I won’t,” he said, lifting his hand to block his view as he looked away.
Picking out all the letters and some black and blue beads, I quickly strung together a bracelet for Daddy. Holding it behind my back, I shuffled over to him.
“Hold out your right hand.”
He obliged.
I started taking the bracelet from behind my back when I stopped. “You’re not supposed to look yet.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his head away, but I could see his smile. Wrapping the cord around his wrist, I quickly tied it into a tight knot.
“There! Done.”
I sat back and held my hands to my mouth as I waited for his reaction.
He lifted his arm to read it, twisting it around to get the entire thing. I scrunched my shoulders and giggled as a heated look entered his eyes.
“Oh really?” he slowly turned toward me, giving me the full, devastating effect of his gaze.
It didn’t help that I’d been thinking about getting a spanking all day, ever since he’d swatted my butt that morning. I didn’t want to brat my way to one—I’d never liked the yucky feelings bratting made in my tummy—and asking for it wasn’t fun, but being naughty was another thing altogether.
My butt tingled at the intent I saw in his gaze. I darted to the side to get away, but he captured me before I could get a couple of feet from him. “Wait!”
I squirmed in his arms, but there was no give. He held the bracelet up to my face. “Read it.”
I lifted my hands to his wrist and twisted it around so I could read his bracelet. “It says, ‘Daddy’s Spanking Hand,’” I said, proud of my spelling skills.
“Is that what this is?” he asked, wiggling his fingers in front of my face.
“Yes,” I replied, nodding my head once emphatically.
“Well,” he drawled as he flipped me over his lap. “I can’t have you making a liar out of me, now can I?”
“Wait!” I giggled and tried to cover my butt with my hands.
“Oh no,” he said, capturing my wrists and holding them to the small of my back. “That’s not how this works at all.”
He tossed the hem of my skirt up over our hands, exposing my flailing legs