the swells of her bottom, he let her feel the cool, unforgiving wooden surface.
“I’m going to give you twelve swats.”
Her head snapped up, and her body stiffened.
“That’s not enough. You said—”
“Who’s the Daddy?” he cut her off.
“But you said!” She’d have stomped her foot out of sheer frustration, except she didn’t have the leverage pinned down the way she was. She ended up giving a little kick instead. “I don’t need a Daddy! I’m not a little girl!”
He spanked her, the first sharp crack of the paddle flattening both her bottom cheeks and making her both jump and yelp. If it wasn’t for his leg across the backs of hers, she’d have kicked her feet up in defense of her wildly squirming bottom.
“Ow, owie!” she cried out.
“I’m going to give you eleven more,” he said, soft but stern, and she burst into tears.
“No!” she wailed. “No, my bottom!”
For someone who wasn’t a little girl, she certainly had the right pitch in her voice.
“I know it hurts, but it’s Daddy’s job to make sure his little girl gets what she needs, even when it doesn’t feel very nice. And this doesn’t feel nice, does it?”
Raising the paddle, he set a hard, swift rhythm—no warmup, no variance in how hard or where he struck—spanking the same damn spot over and over again. As wide as his open hand and long enough to cover both her bottom cheeks at once, he broke her of the notion spankings couldn’t hurt her.
Sadie shrieked, bucked, threw back her head as she fought to break away, then just sobbed.
He’d be lying if he said the sadist in him didn’t exalt at the beauty of watching her bouncing bottom change, stroke after stroke, from milky white to a deep, rich red hue. The Daddy in him got no pleasure from it.
He dropped the paddle on his desk when he was done, and although his hand ached to caress and soothe until the hurt began to fade, she wasn’t his, they hadn’t negotiated that right, and he wasn’t about to abuse her trust. He let her go, his jaw clenching as he watched her scramble backward off his lap.
Seizing her bottom in frantic hands, she danced for him, just like any other wayward Little he’d ever had to spank to tears. Bouncing, stamping, she jiggled up and down, either not knowing or not caring that her pants and panties were still in a tangle around her ankles, she was providing him with quite the view.
“Well,” he asked once the fierceness of her mindless dance at last began to diminish. “Did you enjoy it?”
Opening her eyes, sniffling and hiccupping, Sadie stared at him through her lingering tears. Resist it though she did, all he could see as he looked at her was a sad, freshly spanked little girl in desperate need of comfort, and his arms ached to hold her.
He clenched his jaw again, unsurprised when she suddenly whirled away from him. What did surprise him was how she grabbed the contract, bending low over the desk, and slapping the tears from out of her eyes as she hurriedly signed every line on every page.
She agreed to be his submissive, at least for the foreseeable future.
She agreed to every consequence from spanking to anal, even to mouth soaping.
She even signed the line giving consent for sexual activities, although he wasn’t sure he could trust that. He would need to tread those waters very carefully.
Throwing down the pen, she hurled herself onto his lap, and he barely got his arms open in time to catch her. She clung to him, the heat of her naked bottom burning through his jeans and into his thigh as she drew her knees up to her chest, making herself as small in his lap as her already small body could be. He held as much of her as he could, as tightly as she needed.
“You see?” he murmured into her hair, unable to stop himself from kissing the top of her head. “You’re not broken after all. Daddy can make your spankings hurt as often as you need them to.”
Sniffling, she buried her face against his chest and didn’t say a word—she didn’t have to. He was well aware the hurting part was only half of what she feared. The other half was what might happen the next time it felt good, but that was all right. He already knew, before he tucked her into her bed tonight and bid her sweet dreams, he was