It’s humiliating. And he’ll be able to see my pink bottom the entire time.
He angles me to the corner and presses his hand to the back of my neck. “Put your forehead against the wall.”
I lean forward, supporting myself with my head.
“Spread your feet wider, sweetie. Shoulder width apart. Toes to the wall. Hands clasped behind your back.”
When I do this, I suck in a breath because my breasts are forced to touch the two walls also.
His hand lands between my shoulder blades and he presses me closer. “Nipples too, sweet girl. Push your titties into the corner.”
I whimper but do as I’m told, unable to ignore the wetness pooling between my legs.
“That’s a girl. Now, you’ll stand here until I tell you otherwise.”
I lick my lips but don’t move an inch. I earned this punishment. I shouldn’t be surprised. I don’t want Daddy to think I’m a naughty little girl. I can be good. I’ll do better. I promise myself I will. What if he’s mad at me for being disobedient two times today?
I don’t cry even though I’m sad and scared. I want him to adore me. I don’t want him to send me away.
I hold very still, forcing myself not to move a muscle. It’s hard because every breath causes my nipples to shift against the rough texture of the wall. Wetness gathers between my legs. I’m afraid it’s going to trickle down my thigh.
Taking in deep breaths, I try to focus. So much has happened to me in the last week. So much that I’m now standing naked in a timeout as the little girl to a strong Daddy Dom. I have mixed emotions about this. It’s so taboo, and I love it.
I hope Daddy invites his friend and Lucy over soon because even though I know it will be hard, I’m eager to meet someone else who is little.
My mind strays back to the fact that I’ve been disciplined twice today. Is he mad at me? Am I too naughty for him? I’m scared and nervous.
“Sweet girl…” Daddy’s hand lands on my lower back, making me flinch. I hadn’t realized he was close to me. How long have I been standing here?
I suck in a breath and turn my head slowly. I’m shivering and I let out a sob.
Daddy suddenly sweeps me up in his arms and carries me across the room. Moments later, I’m cradled in his lap and he’s wrapped a soft blanket around me. I give a wan smile when I glance down to see that it’s a pale pink.
He’s brushing my hair back from my face, and then he’s wiping away tears I hadn’t known were falling. “Sweetie… Talk to me. Why were you crying?”
I drag in a breath and let it back out raggedly. I didn’t know I had been crying. “I don’t know,” I mumbled, barely audibly.
He holds me tight and kisses my forehead. “You were shaking so hard, and when I approached, I realized you were silently crying. Tell me what you were thinking.”
I burrow deeper against him, embarrassed and scared.
He gently cups my chin and lifts my face. “Tell Daddy.”
My lip trembles as I find my words. “I disappointed you. I don’t want you to be mad at me.” I sob and then continue. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” More tears fall.
He looks confused. “Sweet girl, you didn’t disappoint me, and I’m not mad at you. And you are a good girl. The sweetest little girl I’ve ever met.”
“I was naughty in the gym and then I touched the scissors when I knew I wasn’t permitted to. I was bad. I don’t want you to send me away.” I grip the soft blankie with my fist and hold it between my breasts.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m never going to send you away, and I don’t mind a bit that you were naughty. Little girls make mistakes, and they learn from them. When you disobey me, I will discipline you to teach you a lesson, but that’s because I care about you so much.”
I continue to shiver, uncertain, blinking at him. Is he telling me the truth?
He smooths my hair back again. “Remember when I told you that I would spank you if you ran into the street or got too close to a hot stove?”
I nod.
“That’s because your safety is important. When I discipline you for doing something dangerous, it’s because you’ve scared me. I need to make sure you won’t do something like that again so