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“If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I am convinced you have learned your lesson... How does that promise make you feel? Because make no mistake about it, Baby, it is definitely a promise.”
A successful CEO by day, Katelyn looks forward to the minute she crosses the threshold to shed all of her adulthood stress and worries and become a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. Her husband and Daddy, Mark, is one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that she has ever met. His dominance turns all of her switches, but she learns quickly that he means what he says and testing Daddy is not in her backside’s best interest.
Mark is not alone in his endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for Katie. His best friends, Keith and Rose, round out their little family. Being intimately familiar with alternative lifestyles, the couple love and spoil Katie in abundance, but never think twice about turning her bottom red if she steps out of line. Surrounded by her loving Daddy and adoring Auntie and Uncle, Katie learns that the love, safety, and guidance of this family are what help to make her feel complete. Exploring the little girl who lives inside, the one that she has hidden for far too long, she spends her time building elaborate Lego structures and playing in her special tree house that Mark built by hand.
When tragedy strikes, Katie's idyllic life is shattered and it takes all of the love, support, and discipline of her family to pick up the pieces and put them back together. However, will love and spankings be enough? Katie is not convinced. She doesn’t believe anything will ever be okay again.
Katelyn slammed her car door and attempted to run through the parking garage. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that her friend talked her into wearing heels, and the only thing that stopped her from falling face first onto the asphalt was the concrete pillar that she slammed into. Regaining her balance, she made her way to the elevator to find an Out Of Order sign staring her in the face.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Her voice echoed through the empty garage. “Why can’t I be on time for one date? Just one fucking date! Gah!” Berating herself, she made her way down two flights of stairs.
She had been dating Mark Summers for a few months now, and every day she became more convinced that he was The One—the man of her dreams. He was the most handsome man and she often found herself lusting after his lean ‘surfer dude’ body, short cropped pale blond hair, and ice blue eyes that had the ability to see straight through her hard-kept facade to the girl hiding inside. Then there was the sexy personality trait of natural dominance. He insisted on opening doors, pulling out chairs, and carrying bags. Some women protested the dogmatic, old-fashioned male behavior, but nothing made her feel more loved and cared for.
Every moment spent together showed her how perfect he was—almost too perfect to be true—which kept her anticipating the time when something wrong would happen. Her heels clicked as she descended the last few stairs, thanking her lucky stars that the sushi restaurant was located directly across the street from the garage. Quickly looking both ways, and disregarding the fact that the corners were equipped with pedestrian crosswalks, she traversed the road towards the restaurant. Through the window, the icy blue eyes of her boyfriend bore down upon her.
“Shit, he looks pissed,” she mumbled to herself. Plastering a smile on her pretty face, she waved and hurried inside.
His lip curled up in a partial smirk; Mark stood as she approached and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. The whisper in her ear and kiss on the side of her neck made her entire body shudder. “You are in quite a hurry, little girl. What’s the rush?”
She hid behind the menu to avoid his eyes. “I didn’t want to be any later.”
“I see. Is that why you couldn’t take two extra minutes to cross the road safely?” Her body tensed as she cringed at the sound of impatience in his voice. “Please put the menu down and look at me. I already ordered for us.”
Sighing, Katelyn lowered the menu and reached for a glass of water in an attempt to continue to avoid the inevitable. It didn’t work. It never worked. She peeked through her eyelashes to see him lounging with his back against the chair, arms crossed, as he waited for her to come to her senses. Realizing this conversation required her participation, she took a deep breath and folded her hands in her lap. Again, she met his eyes to see the same smirk that he always displayed when she finally gave into his caring, but bossy, nature.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered.
“With that smartass grin that you use when you know you won.” She scowled when he chuckled.
“I always win.” His confidence seemed to fill the air around them, enlarging his presence and making her feel so tiny.
“Yeah, I know you do, and you never let me forget it,” she huffed.
“Did you have something more that you wanted to say to me, young lady?”
She certainly did. She sometimes wished she had the guts to offer a firm suggestion as to where he could put his raised eyebrow and bossy attitude, but something inside her always prevented her from going to that place with him. When she didn’t respond, he persisted. “I’m waiting. What happened?”
“What happened to what?” She offered a cheeky smile in hopes that her cuteness would buy some sympathy. No such luck. He responded with another annoyingly uplifted eyebrow.
Rolling her eyes, she gave in and spoke in a single breath. “Fine! I was leaving the office and got stopped by my secretary. She needed some things signed, and then one of the guys came in and handed me a file that I had been waiting for all day. He kept apologizing and had all these legitimate excuses, and I needed to look at it, but it took a lot longer than I thought it would. By the time I finally finished, I was already running late.”
“That’s understandable, babe. I’m not upset that you got caught up at work. It happens. You could have called.”
“I would have except I got caught in traffic and you said I couldn’t talk on the phone when driving.”
“True, and I appreciate that you remembered. However, I am upset that I saw the love of my life run across a busy road when there was a crosswalk less than one hundred feet away.”
Did he just call her the ‘love of his life’?
“I didn’t want to be any later.” She shrugged, pretending that his statement didn’t send a quiver of excitement up her spine.
His eyes hardened as his voice dropped an octave. “Enough with the sass, missy. How late would you have been if a car had hit you?”
She again rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Mark? I’m an adult and know to look both ways before I cross a street to make sure I’m safe. Can we stop with the Spanish Inquisition and just have a nice evening together?”
Leaning forward with his hands entwined in front of him, the man’s voice carried a quiet, serious timbre. “I want you to listen to me because this is important. If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand?”
Eyes wide with shock, Katelyn took a moment for his words to register. He’d never said anything like that to her before—in fact, as she recalled, no one had ever said anything like that before. The full force of the threat hit her like the two-ton Ford she’d narrowly avoided in the street outside, causing her stomach to feel like it was turning inside her body.
“I asked you a question and expected a response. Do you understand that if I ever catch you endangering yourself again, I will spank your backside until you can’t sit for a week?”
Speechless and unable to break the lock he had on her eyes, she gave a tiny nod and leaned back to create a little more space between them. What was happening?
Katelyn had never been so glad to be interrupted by the waiter setting their Miso soup and cucumber salad on the table. Thanking the young man, she noticed that Mark had only budged enough to allow the food to be placed in front of him. Once the waiter departed, he spoke quietly while laying his napkin in his lap. “You don’t seem to believe I’m serious.”
Taking another sip of water to relieve the fearful lump in her throat, she whispered, “That’s not true. I believe you.”
“How does my promise make you feel? Make no mistake about it, baby—it is a promise, and I am a man of my word.”
She shivered and felt her nipples pucker behind her bra as her body flushed with the heat of embarrassment and excitement. Her words were enunciated as she slowly answered him. “I don’t know. I mean, for real? It seems a little crazy, doesn’t it? Are you suggesting that you would spank me the way a Daddy spanks his little girl?”
His face softened at her last question, “Exactly like that. To a Daddy, the most precious thing in his life is his baby girl, and when she is naughty or does something dangerous, he will do what’s needed to teach her how to behave correctly.”
His explanation shocked her, and she fell silent once again.
“Tell me how that makes you feel, Katie.”
Katie? No one had called her that since she was a child. Tears pricked her eyes as Mark reached across the table and offered his palm as a gesture of trust. He squeezed her hand and continued, “I will never hurt you, Katie. You will have a sore bottom if you don’t behave, but that is all within your control. I am a dominant man, baby girl. I know that is not news to you, but I need you to understand that spending your life with me means you will be subject to how I believe my home should operate. That includes love, respect, and when necessary, corporal punishment. Can you handle that?”
“I don’t understand.”
Her hands flew to her mouth when he went to his knee and pulled out a ring. “I’m asking you to marry me. Will you be my wife?”
Katie’s head nodded of its own accord, and her hand shook as he slipped the beautiful ring on her finger. She would do anything for the man in front of her, even if that meant taking a humiliating spanking.
A few short weeks later, Katie stood in the living room between the knees of her very stern looking fiancé.
“We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we, young lady?” Mark’s eyebrow rose as he waited for her answer.
“Umm, yes?” The hesitant reply emerged more like a question. This was uncharted territory and Katie had no idea how to respond. Even though she trusted him, and after talking with him for many hours about the benefits of this type of relationship, her nerves still quivered with fear. Briefly, she wondered if it was too late to change her mind.
“When you are in trouble, you will address me properly. That means you are to call me either Sir or Daddy.” His patience was unrivaled.
“Yes, Sir.” The words shook as they passed her lips.
“Good girl. I hope that the day will come that you’ll be comfortable calling me Daddy. It tugs at a special part of my heart.” He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of her thighs. The gentle touch was comforting and distracting at the same time.
She adored the idea of calling him Daddy, but it honestly felt a little silly. Even though Mark promised not to push her, he made his desires known all the same. As an adult, the concept remained foreign to her. She had been blessed with a nearly perfect childhood, but being the oldest of three had pushed her to grow up a little faster than she had preferred. Mark had given her a chance to relive and explore that side of her personality, and she loved it. He encouraged her to test her limits and act out, promising that she would never have to fear his rejection. By giving her permission to explore and experiment, he built a foundation of trust that she would be safe as long as ‘Daddy’ was nearby to love and take care of her.
The growing curiosity regarding the whole ‘spanking’ thing superseded her common sense. Since their first conversation, she had received multiple warnings about ‘proper behavior’ but had managed to avoid physical discipline. The subject had provoked the part of her nature that insisted on frequently testing his patience just to see how far he would allow her to push him—yet she had not been able to muster the courage to force his hand. He kept his word, and the few times she had opposed his rules, she ended up with her nose in a corner and the threat of a spanking if she did not cease her current naughtiness.
Not possessing enough bravery to push him with blatantly bad behavior, Katie foolishly chose a more drastic approach. There was one activity that he absolutely despised—texting and driving—and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine that doing such would earn more than just corner time. While waiting to face the consequence of her actions, the young woman wished with all her might that she would have been wiser and had not second-guessed Mark’s seriousness regarding his promise.
“What did I tell you would happen if I discovered that my girl’s safety was in jeopardy? Answer me.” His line of questions made her shift uncomfortably. What possessed her to be so stupid? She wondered if a momentary plea of insanity would help her case.
“You said you would spank me, but I can explain.” Her throat was dry as she imagined banging her forehead against the dreaded corner, reciting the mantra ‘I’m an idiot’ over and over again. This was not fun.
“I’m sure you can, but I’m not in the mood to hear any creative excuses. This is serious, and you’re not going to distract me. Are you aware texting while driving is not only unsafe but illegal?”
How long was this man going to keep her on edge? She was not only anxious about her first session of discipline but also aroused. Her body’s reaction to his strict attention made no sense.
“Answer me, please.” The ability to stay calm and stern was Mark’s Modus Operandi to guarantee her undivided attention.
“Yes, Sir.” The tremble in her voice had adopted a little whine. All bravado left long ago, and Katie briefly eyed the door. There was no chance she could outrun him although she doubted Mark was the type of man who would chase her down. He wanted obedience and knew how to obtain it.
“Eyes on me, little girl. You aren’t going anywhere. Don’t look like you’re surprised because I know what you were thinking. I wasn’t born yesterday.” A smirk briefly touched his lips. “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to spoiling you. Raise your skirt—you may keep your panties on, but after we’re married, all spankings will be delivered straight to your bare bottom. Do you understand?” He patted his lap.
She couldn’t bring herself to obey. No matter how much she loved and trusted this man, her self-preservation caused her to freeze in place. In her heart, she wanted to obey him, but her limbs would not oblige.
Looking at her expectantly, he patted his lap again. “Mind me, Katie. Skirt up and turn over my knee.”
“I can’t.” she whispered tearfully.
“You know I would never harm you, right?”
“I know you are.” His voice remained calm as he placed his big hands on either side of her face and pulled her close to kiss her forehead. Without another word, he guided her gently into position, lifted her skirt away from her little round bottom and rested his right hand on her shaking panties. He waited a moment, allowing her to accept her vulnerable position before the discipline commenced. The spanking wasn’t harsh, but the sharp slaps did an admirable job of getting his point across. He paid equal attention to both lace-clad cheeks before the smacks targeted the soft under-curve of her bottom.
She shrieked. Skin to skin swats that struck the tops of her delicate thighs were much more painful than the ones over her panties. The stinging sensation spread, causing a kind of pain that she didn’t know how to process. As she tried to escape, Mark’s hold tightened. It was clear that wiggling and yelping were all she would be allowed to do until he decided the spanking was finished.
His hand finally rested on her warm bottom, signaling that the discipline had finally ended. He rubbed her back, soothing her heart but not her backend. “Are we going to need to have this conversation again, little one?”
“No, Sir. Never again. I promise.” Her words came quickly. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave her uncomfortable position and hide forever.
“Good girl. I just want to advise you that if this conversation is ever repeated, what I gave you will be like an ice cream sundae compared to what you’ll get the next time. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I need you to take your safety seriously.”
With those words, he removed his hand and Katie scrambled off of his lap and ran to the safety of the bathroom. Pressing her back against the door, she slid down to a squat and let the silent tears flow. Her body shook as her feelings wiggled to the surface, but she couldn’t determine if it was due to humiliation or for being taken to task. Thoroughly embarrassed, she decided to spend the rest of the evening in hiding.
Eventually, the flow of tears subsided, and she rose from the floor to wash her face. The tear-stained expression that stared back at her from the mirror was filled with guilt. Up to this point, she had been unsure he would follow through with his threats but now all doubts were removed; he was a man of his word and would not hesitate in holding her accountable. The realization was both comforting and frightening, and guilt began to take over. There was no denying that she deserved every swat, but could it be that she knew in her heart that he had been deliberately lenient?
A soft knock on the door startled her. “Sweetheart? Are you okay? Talk to me.”
“I don’t wanna.”
A loud sigh was heard. “You’re going to have to come out sooner or later. I’m sure you have a lot going through your mind that you need to discuss.”
“I said I don’t want to talk!” she snapped. Holding her breath, she waited for the scolding for the attitude. What was wrong with her?
“Very well. When you’re ready, I’ll be out here waiting for you.”
Staring at the closed door, Katie let her mouth fall open. Her remorse grew, along with her curiosity. On the top of the vanity sat her hairbrush. Picking it up, she turned it over in her hands. How could she even think about asking him to spank her with it, especially after experiencing the burn of his hand? This would surely kill her, but what else would help rid herself of the guilt for purposefully pushing him to this point? There was only one way to find out. Decision made, she reluctantly left her haven, brush in hand.
Mark had changed into some comfortable clothes and glued his attention to her as she shuffled out of the bathroom. Both of her hands flew behind her back and pressed against the fading sting of her backside while her gaze automatically lowered to the floor. She was not ready to look him in the eye and began to shift back and forth with discomfort.
“Come here, baby girl.” She shook her head still staring at the fuzzy carpet. “Are you sure? I know you could use some cuddles after what just happened.”
Mustering up the courage to meet Mark’s gaze, she found what her heart required. His eyes were tender and loving and broke through the feelings of guilt and inadequacy. He wanted and loved her, and one stupid mistake hadn’t changed his feelings. The brush slipped out of her hands as she melted into helpless weeping and ran to the refuge of his arms. Wrapping his body around her, he became a human shield protecting her from danger.
When her hiccupping sobs turned to broken sniffles, he rose to pick up the discarded brush and offered her a questioning look. “Why did you bring this out?”
“I thought maybe you would brush my hair for me,” she fibbed.
Mark sat on the couch and coaxed her to stand between his knees with his hands on her hips. “Katie, look at me, please. Lying is not the smartest move to take when I already have a hairbrush and a little pink bottom at my disposal.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat before she could respond. Her words stuttered with a childlike tone. “When I was in the bathroom, I felt like maybe you were not hard enough on me because I still felt guilty, but then the cuddles fixed the guilty.”
“After-spanking cuddles are just as important as the spanking itself for relieving guilt. They are also the only part of a naughty-girl spanking that I enjoy giving.” As he talked, he massaged her with his thumbs, bringing about a sense of comfort.
“Really? Well then maybe next time we can skip the spanking and just cuddle,” she retorted.
Shaking his head, he turned her back to him and chuckled as her hands immediately flew back to protect her behind. “No, please, don’t. Please, I’m gonna be good. I promise.”
He tugged on her arm and gently forced her to kneel on the ground. “Calm down, little girl. Back up a little bit and sit down.”
She obeyed and felt the brush slowly glide through her hair. The gentle strokes soothed away the fear and anxiety, and she relaxed, allowing the rest of the world fade from her thoughts.
“And they all lived happily ever after. The end.”
The book closed and Katie’s eyes sprang open. “One more, Daddy! Please!” she begged, clasping her hands in front of her chin.
“It’s always ‘one more,’ little girl. No more.”
“But look how cute I am!”
“You are, but it’s nap time,” he said with a laugh while tucking the blanket around her. Arms crossed and pout in place, Katie made her feelings known without saying another word.
Mark shook his head and kissed her forehead. “You’ve gotten very good at making the faces but you know it doesn’t get you what you want. It’s only a nap so stop being so dramatic. My little girl needs some rest so I can take my big girl shopping later.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that!”
“Sure you did. Time to rest.”
“But I’m not tired! We can go now.” Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she began to slide off the mattress.
“If those toes touch the ground before naptime is over, then you will be sleeping on your tummy, and we will forgo shopping until you learn to mind me.”
Katie quickly yanked her feet back onto the bed and flopped backward while tugging the blanket to cover her face. “Fine, have it your way,” she muttered from under the blanket.
“Good choice. I love you, and I’ll come get you in about an hour.”
“Love you more even though you’re mean.”
Mark closed the curtains to dim the room. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
Smiling into the pillow, Katie reflected on the perfection of her marriage and lifestyle they had shared for nearly five years. While the outside world viewed Katelyn as a powerful CEO, she was simply little Katie to her husband and their friends who also practiced the age-play dynamic. When in her Little mode, she became a six-year-old girl who loved arts and crafts, built Legos, squealed happily over the color orange and played with her stuffed animals in the tree house built for her by her husband.
The freedom to shed her stress and worries began the second her adult day ended, and she stepped over the threshold of their home. There she was allowed to be a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. She giggled, remembering the happy-face peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that Daddy slipped into her lunch and the last sleepover with Auntie Rose and Uncle Keith. They woke her up to Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes for breakfast. Another sleepover would be fun—it had been a long time.
Before she knew it, she was waking from the restful nap. Throwing the blanket from her body, she stretched her arms and hopped out of bed to go to the bathroom. A glance in the mirror made her giggle. Her hair stuck up like a punk rocker’s and required some serious combing to smooth it down. Venturing back into the bedroom, she began to dress for their shopping trip. Mark walked in right as she pulled the oversized strawberry shortcake sleep shirt over her head and tossed it into the hamper. His whistle at the sight of her half naked body made her face redden from chin to forehead.
“Stop it. We have things to do,” she scolded.
“Stop what? You’re the one standing there naked. I still can’t get over how embarrassed you get when I respond to your body. It’s beautiful and easily distracts me.” He shrugged as he continued to peruse her form with his eyes. “It’s cold outside. Make sure to dress warmly.”
“Got it, thank you for the weather report,” she retorted as she rolled her eyes.
“Watch the sass.”
“Make me,” she said as she dodged the playful swat. She often sassed back as part of their play, especially when she slipped from being a Little to a Big girl. As she had told him on multiple occasions, talking back was a requirement to help her transition. He didn’t buy the excuse, but it was usually fun trying!
A tiny smile crossed her face as she considered the sense of safety and love that Mark shared with her every time he took the bossy position of watching out for her well-being. The change that occurred when they switched from Big and Little to Husband and Wife was evident. They embraced the belief that each time was sacred on its own and never sullied their interactions by blurring the lines between the two different dynamics.
“Are you ready yet?” he asked, glancing at his watch.
“Baby, I was born ready,” she snickered in return, emerging from the closet dressed in a pair of wooly leggings and an oversized sweater. She boldly planted her lips on his and grabbed his ass to pull him in for a kiss. As soon as she felt his manhood press against her through his pants, she pulled away. “Are you just going to stand there? Let’s go shopping.”
She skipped out of the room, leaving him speechless. Yes, her life was perfect.
Exhausted but happy from an afternoon filled with her favorite pastime, Katelyn put away their purchases, kicked off her boots, and flopped onto the fluffy down comforter of her bed. She heard Mark enter the room and peeked through one eye to see what he was doing.
“I have a surprise for you.” The look on his face was of pure joy as he pulled a box wrapped in newspaper and tied with an orange bow out of his closet. The word ‘surprise’ instantly transformed her from Katelyn to Little Katie.
“I love surprises!” She clapped, sitting up and crossing her legs under her body. Grinning from ear to ear, he set the box in front of her on the bed. “Actually, this surprise involves both of us. Why are you rolling your eyes? Open it. I promise that it won’t bite.”
His excitement made her a little suspicious, and she kept her eyes glued to his face as she tore into the paper. Glancing down, she swallowed a groan. He had been on a never-ending quest for the obnoxious Smurf sleeper that he had teased her about for years.
Smashing the lid to the box back into place, she tossed the offending object on the floor. “You didn’t, Mark. Please tell me you didn’t. I know you think it’s hilarious that the Smurfs gave me nightmares when I was a kid, but I loathe them. You also know my feelings about sleepers after I tried one on for you ages ago. They are bulky and unflattering, and I don’t need to wear something that makes me feel even more insecure about my body. Why would you do this?”
His smile turned sinister as he picked the box up and placed it in her arms. Nudging her toward the bathroom, he said “Go put it on. I can’t wait to see it.” His chuckle nearly pushed her temper past its brink, but the look of determination in his eyes forced her to control the words she desperately wanted to speak. The brewing anger was kept to a growl as she stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Despite the soft comfort of the sleeper, one look in the mirror gave her the undeniable urge to burn it. It was awful! Wearing the hideous piece was out of the question, and as soon as it was shown to Mark to appease this little sadistic streak, it was coming off and being hidden for all eternity.
Emerging from the bathroom, she spread her arms and sarcastically spouted, “There! Are you happy now?”
Mark beamed. “You look adorable!”
Katie’s face reflected that of a sulky six-year-old. Growling between clenched teeth, she said: “I look like a cow dressed as a blue baby for Halloween!”
Mark cocked his eyebrow. “You know my rules against saying anything negative about yourself. Go stand in the corner.”
Outwardly refusing to move, she glared at him with her arms crossed. Within a second’s notice, he grasped her earlobe and marched her to the naughty girl’s corner.
“Ow! Let go!” she demanded, grabbing his wrist to relieve some of the pull on her ear.
“Hands behind your back. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that if you don’t obey me immediately, you will suffer the consequences. Don’t move.”
Throwing caution (and common sense) to the wind, Katie permitted her anger and defiance to take control. She kicked the wall and cringed when pain shot up her leg.
“Really? That’s your response? Apparently, you need more incentive to behave. Get your hairbrush. Do it now, young lady.”
She whipped around, suddenly regretting her choice to act out. “No! I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Please don’t!” she pleaded.
“Mind me.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I don’t like having to repeat myself, little girl. Go. Now.” Apparently, his patience had come to an end. “If I count to three and you are not standing in front of me with that brush in your hands and a contrite attitude, you are not going to be happy with the outcome. One….”
She shuffled, in slow motion, into the bathroom and picked up the brush.
“Two…” The low tone of his voice gave warning not to test his promise. She skittered out of the bathroom and stood before him with her eyes on her Smurf encased feet.
He tilted her chin to meet her eye to eye. “I do not like hearing you talk negatively about yourself. Is that something that I have not made clear to you?”
“No, it was clear. I’m sorry. I really am. You know how I feel about my body. Why would you do this to me?”
“I am helping you to see yourself as I see you. I don’t like you hiding in the bathroom when you get dressed or being embarrassed when you are naked in front of me. You’re beautiful to every last inch.”
“You don’t understand.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I can’t just shake off how I see myself. This thing emphasizes my insecurities. It makes me feel fat and ugly.”
“Do you believe that I would ever do anything that would cause you harm?”
“I want you to take that brush and hold it in the corner and think long and hard about your recent choices. March.”
Katie quickly obeyed, relieved to be free of his disapproving glare. The conversation replayed in her mind, including her behavior and excuses, and she was stricken with guilt. Mark had gone out of his way to find and purchase a gift that he intended to help raise her from her apprehension and low self-esteem. It also brought him joy and instead of considering his happiness and showing appreciation, she responded like a spoiled brat. The tears came fast and furious before gradually reducing to unhappy sniffles. The ten minutes in the corner were absolute hell, but his call to return to him assured her that she was in no way prepared to face his discipline. Pressing closer to the corner, she willed the wall to open up and swallow her whole.
“Katie, front and center.”
The wall must like Daddies more than little girls because it did nothing to help her. Turning, she slowly walked to him. Her grip on the brush turned her knuckles white, and she did all she could to avoid eye contact.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I acted like a brat. Thank you for the jammies.”
Taking the implement from her hand, he grasped her shoulder and turned her away. Aiming the flat part of the hairbrush at the roundest part of her bottom cheek, he gave it a sound whack over the thick material of the sleeper. She jumped at the impact and quickly tried to protect her bottom by turning around to face him again.
“You’re welcome, but that is not what I meant. Give me the answer I’m looking for, or I’ll change my mind about using my hand and give you a hairbrush spanking on the bare bottom instead.”
Despite her protests, her body responded to the thudding sting and his stern words and had to fight the desire to jump into his lap and allow her ‘big girl’ to apologize in a way that only she could. Mark knowingly raised his eyebrows, and she quickly curtailed her arousal to answer his question, but pressing her thighs together did nothing to relieve the longing ache.
“Okay! I’m sorry for talking badly about myself. I know it doesn’t help my self-image when I say things like that and need to trust you when you tell me how I look because you would never lie to me.”
“And?” His expression informed her that she was unsuccessful in hiding her burning need. She also knew his mind was focused on discipline and would not shift until he was ready.
Katie swallowed, “And I know better than to ignore an order and throw a fit while in the corner.”
“Thank you. That’s precisely what I was looking for from you. How many times have we had this discussion?” he asked, slowly flipping the brush in his hand. She shrugged and looked away, resisting his hand on her chin that would force her to face him and speak honestly. “Answer me, young lady.”
She muttered, “A few.”
He shook his head. “It has been more than a few and each time I’ve had to put you across my knee to make you understand that I was serious about this. What did I tell you the last time this happened, little girl?”
“You said you would spank me again,” she whispered. Her voice had taken a vacation and left her to her fate.
“That’s right. What did I say specifically?” His voice got deeper and more severe with each statement.
“You said I would get a spanking with a hairbrush, but you don’t need to. I won’t do it again! I promise.”
“When I tell you something, I mean it. I am going to spank you because I love you, and I can’t let you keep saying negative things about yourself. It hurts me and suggests that I am lying to you. Have I ever lied to you?”
“No. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that it affected you. I swear—I won’t ever say anything against myself again.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that. Where do naughty little girls get spanked?”
She whined, “Daddy, stop.”
“Don’t make me ask you again. You know what I want you to say.”
The words that came out of her mouth could only be described as a pathetic whimper as the heat in her face increased. “On the bare bottom.”
“Correct. Naughty little girls get spanked on the bare bottom.” Mark set the brush to the side, giving her a modicum of relief. Unbuttoning the back flap of the sleeper, he exposed a pair of cute pink panties before tipping her over his knee and positioning her in place.
“Please, please don’t.” She wiggled and begged in one final effort
“You were warned. What would you think of me if I didn’t follow through?”
“I would believe that you were understanding and super nice for giving me another chance.” By managing to keep the sass out of her voice, she almost sounded convincing.
“Good try but we both know you wouldn’t respect me if I gave in to your whining. You need this to clean the slate and be reminded of my rules.”
The lowering of her panties guaranteed his seeing the telltale sign of her body’s reaction to his dominance, but she gave up hope that those particular needs would be satisfied anytime soon as his hand lifted from her bottom and began to spank hard and fast. Reaching back to protect her backside was futile as he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her side. He remained silent as the spanking ensued to ensure that she focused on her vulnerable position and exactly what was happening. Pleading and promises of perfect behavior did nothing to stop the barrage of painful swats.
He paused to shift her bottom higher, raised his hand and delivered the hardest set yet with twenty smacks to each of her sit spots. The burn was unbearable as he managed to strike the same place each time which prevented her from finding a distraction from the pain. Just when she felt she couldn’t survive another stroke, it was over.
Mark released his hold and gently helped her stand before him. Tear-stained and with her hair resembling a bird’s nest, she both looked and felt like a very contrite little girl.
“Next time I have to do this it will be longer and harder, nor will I use my hand. Have I made myself clear, young lady?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sniffed.
“I hope you’ve learned something here. I don’t want to have to repeat this.” He rocked her shaking body back and forth and stroked her hair as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. It’s all done, and we’re fine now. Do you feel like we’ve cleared the air?”
Katie nodded and forced herself to take some deep breaths. She leaned against him and drew comfort from his loving embrace.
“You really do look adorable in those, you know.”
“Thank you. It’s soft and cozy, but I hate Smurfs,” Katie said, wiping her face on the sleeper’s sleeve.
Mark laughed and reached for a tissue from the nightstand. “I know you do. Are we clear on what behavior won’t fly around here?”
“Good girl. How about a movie?”
She shook her head. “No thank you. I have other ideas and Little Katie needs to go away for them to happen.” She turned her head and placed little kisses on his collar bone to incite the reaction that she craved.
“If that is how you want to play, you need to take off that sleeper, and then we can take care of both our needs.”
“Should I grab the arnica?” Katelyn asked hopefully as he slipped the material off her shoulders and watched as it fell to a puddle on the floor.
“In your dreams, sweet pea. There is nothing that excites me more than when I hear you squeal when I squeeze a newly spanked bottom.”
“That’s not my idea of fun,” she purred as his hands reached around to caress her hot flesh.
“Maybe not, but it sure is mine…”
Hopping in place with impatience, Katie whined and yanked Mark’s sleeve. “Where are they?”
“Relax. Keith just texted me and said they were getting their clubs and are on their way.”
Seconds later, Keith and Rose appeared ready for a game of mini golf.
Katie raced to greet them and gave Rose a tight hug. “Hi, Auntie! Are we still having a ‘no boys allowed’ day tomorrow?”
“Hello, sweetheart. Unless there was a change of plans that I don’t know about, that’s the plan.” She glanced at Mark questioningly. At his shrug, both girls smiled.
“Yay! Girl’s day!” Katie announced.
“What do you mean ‘no boys?’ What am I—chopped liver? I didn’t even get a hug.” Keith feigned a pout.
“Nope, I like you way better than liver. Most of the time, anyway.” She jumped into his open arms and grunted as his hug pushed the air from her lungs. “Too tight. You’re squishing me!”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you. I’m hungry,” Keith asked, biting her neck to make her screech.
Rose smacked his shoulder. “Put her down, you big brute. No chewing in public.”
Keith snickered. “Since when do you think being a brute is a bad thing? I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
Katie plugged her ears and yelled as she ran back to Mark. “La la la, I don’t want to hear this.”
Mark laughed heartily as the other couple engaged in a rather risqué embrace. Keith was his patrol partner on the police force, his best friend and considered family. While Mark and Katie participated in age-play as a regular part of their lifestyle, Keith and Rose practiced a dominant/submissive dynamic and weren’t ashamed to share that they enjoyed BDSM play both in and out of the bedroom. Keith was a strong dominant and Rose lovingly honored his leadership and served him with a smile on her face. The love and devotion between the pair were tangible and overflowed to Mark and Katie. What that love resulted in was Katie’s natural submission to the couple who she referred to as Auntie Rose and Uncle Keith and led to the running joke that it took a village to raise a Katie.
Publicly, her ability to shift into her little mode was more difficult due to her constant concern about causing discomfort to those who would not understand. Fortunately, the miniature golf course was empty at this time of the day, and the girl released her inhibitions, embracing life with the excitement of a child. Mark loved when she was able to bring herself to that level of freedom and it positively affected all of them.
“Well, shall we start this game?” Keith asked when he finally released his wife and planted a resounding smack to her hind end.
Katie giggled at Rose’s squeak and then scowled as she wagged her finger. “Tsk tsk Unc…Keith. Hands are not for hitting.”
The reprimand earned her a menacing look which immediately sent her seeking safety behind her husband’s back.
Mark spun around to capture her and then winked at his friend. “You’re right, sweetie. Hands are not for hitting. They are much more suited for tickling. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, holding her snugly as Keith assaulted her extremely ticklish belly.
“Sorry, baby. It’s every woman for herself,” Rose answered as she nonchalantly set down her ball and lined up her first shot. The ball sailed smoothly down the green overshooting the hole by only a few inches. “Next!”
Keith paused the tickling. “Ladies first.”
Katie jerked away from Mark, straightened her shirt, smoothed her hair and then huffed while stomping toward the mat. “I hate being tickled,” she grumbled, taking her aggression out on the ball. She struck it hard, making it sail across the hole where it knocked Rose’s ball clean out of the way.
“Hey!” Rose protested.
Katie smirked. “Sorry, baby. It’s every woman for herself.”