Trigger's Light - Carol Dawn Page 0,24

scary thought that you can do something so gruesome and go about your life like nothing happened. But I meant what I said. If he deserved it, then it is what it is. I accept you for everything you are, Mason. Even the gleeful smile you had when your face was covered in blood. I accept all of your darkness. In a strange way, it actually makes me feel safe.”

“Good,” I smile against her head. “That’s good, little one. Now, on to another topic. Are you ready for your punishment?”

“I’m really going to get spanked?” she asks, fearfully.

“Yes, babygirl, you are. You need to learn not to speak ill of yourself. Hop up now and take off your pants. I’ll let you leave your panties on for now.”

She slowly stands, and I wait patiently while she removes her shoes and pants.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asks timidly.

“Yeah, little one, it’s going to hurt. Now lay down across my lap. Rest your head and chest on the couch.”

Her eyes grow wide with fear, and I realize that I’ve not been a very good daddy. My little girl needs reassurance that I’ve yet to give. She lays down as I asked, her body stiff.

I place my large hands over her luscious ass and gently massage the globes.

“I want you to understand something, little one.” I softly say. “I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel like you’re not the most important person in my life. I never want to cause you fear. Not like the fear I just saw in your eyes.”

“I’m not afraid, just a little nervous,” she says.

“No baby, that was pure fear looking back at me,” I tell her, still gently rubbing her perfect ass. “In a Daddy/Little Girl relationship, spankings are something that we have to do sometimes. I will never spank your bottom when you’re being a good girl. I will never punish you unless I absolutely think it’s something you need.

I don’t do this because I want to. I do it because it’s something you need me to do. You’re beautiful, baby. You’re perfect. I want you to understand that. I want you to look in a mirror and love the woman looking back at you.”

“Even when this cut scars my face?” she asks, a hiccup to her voice.

It’s not going to take many smacks to make my baby cry.

“Especially when that cut scars your face. Now, I want you to put your hands above your head. And lay your face down on the left side, so you don’t hurt yourself. Do not swing your hands back here,” I warn. “If you do, we’ll start over. I want you to count all fifteen smacks.”

Without warning, I smack one cheek.

“Ouch,” she whines. “That really does hurt.”

“Count,” I say, my voice deepening and becoming sterner.

“One,” she says.

I lay three consecutive smacks, switching between one cheek and the next.

“Two, three, four.”

“Good girl,” I praise.

We continue until we get to ten. That’s when Thea starts hysterically crying. Not only because of the pain on her bottom. No, this cry screams out internal pain. The pain from losing her sister, from fighting to get custody of her nephew. She cries her fear over being attacked. Her fear of being alone.

I can hear it all. I feel it all. She gives me everything. I want to stop and wrap her in my arms to make her feel safe. To tell her how proud I am of her.

But I don’t. She needs this.

“Five more, little one.”

I quickly smack her bottom five more times. She doesn’t count, but I won’t hold it against her this time.

I rub as much of the sting out as I can. Part of me longs to see the red spread across her naked ass, but I’ll wait. After a minute or two, I help her up and sit her on my lap.

“Owie,” she says. Her voice soft and light. My baby has released her Little side. “Can I stand? My booty hurts even when I’m sitting.”

I tighten my arms around her and lean back against the couch.

“Nope,” I say.

Sighing, she gives in and relaxes against my body. Her cheeks are red and wet from crying, but she’s finally calming down.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I think I put myself down so that it doesn’t hurt as bad when someone else does it.”

“The thing about punishments is that once they’re done, all is forgiven,” I explain. “No matter what you did, once your spanking is over, it’s