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Authors: Megan Michaels

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Brittney gave the paper a cursory glance before putting it in her book bag. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll look at it tonight.” She rose, reaching out to shake his hand as he stood.

“I hope your evening goes better than you anticipate. I have a similar relationship with my girlfriend that you and Dylan have. I’m hoping when the semester ends in a couple of weeks we can all meet.”

She paused at the door, looking back at him, trying to judge by his facial expression what he meant. “Meet? Like, go out together?”

Dr. Parks burst out laughing; his head tossed back. “Yes, little girl, like going out. I know how to have fun too, you know. And if you behave yourself, you may get to see a little more of me.”

Dear God, say it ain’t so.

“Oh... sure. That’d be very nice.”

* * *

 

 

I
t had been hard to focus for the rest of the day; Brittney constantly mulling over Dylan’s disappointment in her. He’d invested so much time into education and changing some of the flaws in her personality — fighting, mouthiness, and procrastination, chief among them — and she wondered once again if he’d decide that this was the time to leave her. She couldn’t imagine not having Dylan, not having her Daddy.

The first time Dylan spanked her it had opened the doors wide open for them to start a Daddy/little girl relationship. It worked for them. He craved the nurturing and authority involved, and she liked feeling cared for and protected.

She pulled into her parking spot, but rather than get out, she simply sat there, staring at their apartment, not wanting to get out of the car. Her belly knotted with trepidation. She knew she deserved what was coming, had almost gone out of her way to receive such a punishment, but now that it was time for her comeuppance, she felt almost paralyzed with dread.

She contemplated what he’d use on her bottom, which was tingling with anticipation. She started picking at the skin around her nails and biting them. It was a nervous habit that she’d never outgrown. Then it occurred to Brittney that Dylan may call her father this time. He’d left that threat looming over her head on many occasions. Well, she’d find out soon enough. Her father would be calling soon if Dylan actually went through with it.

Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through to make sure she hadn’t missed any new calls, texts, or e-mails. Everything checked, she found nothing new from Dylan, or her father. A loud rap on the window next to her head startled her, and she yelped, the sound echoing off the car’s windows.

Daddy.

He stood next to the car, hands on his hips. “You getting out of the car today, Sassy?”

She lowered the window only a fraction, shouting. “I’m not sure. Maybe not.”

“Sassy.” He dragged her name out. “It’s time to come in. If you need some incentive, I can start counting extra swats for every fifteen seconds. Is that necessary?”

Shit!

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest. She pulled on the handle, stepping out of the vehicle, her book bag and purse slung over her shoulder. Standing there, she felt tiny next to her Daddy. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “I know, Sassy. We’ll talk about it and get it taken care of.”

With his arm still around her, he walked her into the house, taking her coat off as the door closed behind them.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She knew her lips formed a pout. “There’s nothing to say.”

His eyebrows knitted. “Oh, we have a lot to discuss.”

God, she hated when it he got gruff like that. Stomping her foot, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I just won’t talk then.”

“That’ll be the day. You
always
have something to say.” He snatched her elbow, turning her sideways, yanking her yoga pants down. “Like now! You. Do. Not. Tell me what you will — and will not — discuss.”

She danced up on her tiptoes, unable to protect her bottom with his arm wrapped around her waist. “Oh, oh!”

He twirled her to face him again, her pants slowly sliding down her legs. “Now, put your pajamas on and come back here so we can have our discussion. If you’re not back in ten minutes, you’ll get a spanking wherever I find you. Understood?”

Gazing at him through her welling tears, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.” She shuffled down the hallway to their room, hobbled by her pants and panties at her ankles, fighting the urge to rub her bottom.

Once in the privacy of the bedroom, Brittney briskly rubbed her buttocks with both hands, easing some of the stinging. She wasn’t off to a good start at all; she needed to keep her mouth shut as much as possible from here on out. She couldn’t remember a punishment that she hadn’t worsened with her sassiness.

* * *

 

 

S
he still remembered the first spanking he’d ever given her, the one that resulted in her nickname of Sassy. The one that made it clear Dylan would be her Daddy.

“Brittney, imagine my surprise when I walked into the coffee shop today. Abby informed me that you had started shoving her, and that the manager had to intervene before you beat her up. Are you always this volatile?” Dylan had stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at her while she shrunk further into the couch, wishing it would swallow her up.

“Not always. But, she gave me the wrong coffee, and I don’t think responding nicely is required when you’re a fuck-up — and she’s obviously a fuck-up.”

“Stand.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.

It was like he thought she was some damn dog. “I’m sorry. The last time I looked, I’m not named Fido and don’t have a collar. I don’t answer or respond to commands. Trust me on that.” While still sitting, she threw her left leg up, so her ankle was on her right knee, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You obviously need to answer to someone, and adding a leash and collar to your attire might do you some good. I’ll have to try it someday. But, for now, as the person who has decided that you’re answering to him tonight, I want you to stand up. Now.”

He had readjusted his stance, unbuckling his belt, quickly pulling it through the loops of his jeans, the sound of the leather slapping making her clench her bottom. “And before you decide to be the stubborn bad girl I can see you are, I rarely repeat commands — and I
never
repeat them for a third time without consequences.”

And she’d had no doubt in her mind that the statement was true, his jaw clenched, his brown eyes sparking. She quickly stood up. “Fine. Don’t get your panties in a knot.”

He grabbed her chin with his hand, squeezing her jaw tightly. “Little girl, you’re pushing me a little too far. I don’t do sassy, and I don’t do bratty and sassy without someone walking away with a red, paddled bottom. Do you want to try speaking to me appropriately this time?”

“O-okay. I won’t be sassy. I’m sorry.” She struggled to take a full breath, her chest constricting with fear. He demanded respect, and typically she wasn’t someone who gave it easily. He’d have to earn it.

He had nodded in her direction. “I tend to believe that you’re someone who is just sassy. Period.” He sat down on the couch, standing her between his legs. “I’m guessing — and I could be wrong — but I think you’re someone who would benefit greatly from a spanking. Fighting is never appropriate. Ever. And I’m pretty sure this is a habit that needs to be broken. Am I right?”

How did he know? She’d fantasized about spanking for years. Her father had paddled her as a child — and even older. But she didn’t think that was the reason for her kink. She just responded well to it, and it had been fodder for masturbation for years. And he was right — again — that fighting was an issue for her. She’d always been a fighter, and struggled with
not
responding with her fists. “Y-yes. I use my fists. A lot. How’d you know?”

“A woman of your age doesn’t punch or shove people unless it’s a vice that hasn’t been dealt with harshly. I saw your pupils enlarge at the mention of spanking. If you agree, I’ll give you your first spanking from me. You need to pay the consequence of the ruckus you caused in that coffee shop today, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl, Dylan. I’m a grown woman. And just to set the record straight, my father spanked me often for fighting. It just seems to be my nature.” She bit her lip, unsure if relaying that bit of information to him was the wisest thing to do.

“Trust me when I say that you’ll stop. I won’t spank you as a father did. I’ll spank you as a man does — with a grown woman he cares about. You
will
stop using your fists to communicate. Do you want to go to the next level in our relationship?” He reached out, holding her hand, stroking the top of it with his thumb.

“But, I don’t want a spanking.”

The corner of his mouth kicked up a little. “I’m sure you don’t, Sassy, but do you agree that if anyone deserves a spanking, it’s a little girl who could have hurt someone today and caused a scene in public?”

She felt cornered, wanting to fight it but not being able to. “I guess.” She shrugged.

“Nope. Not an answer. Yes or no.”

She hesitated, feeling her anger starting to rise. That is until his hand shot out and he slapped her bottom — hard. “Yes!”

“That’s a good girl. Take down your pants.” He tapped the button on her jeans, raising an eyebrow at her. “I
never
spank over clothing. But because this is our first, I’ll let you keep your panties on. If you fight me on this kindness though — or misbehave during your spanking — they’ll come down too.”

She quickly unbuttoned her jeans, not wanting to chance a further loss of her dignity. This would be humiliating enough. This relationship would be the first relationship she’d had that incorporated spanking. She’d always yearned for it, but could never find the courage to ask for it from a man. And yet, with the opportunity practically falling into her lap, standing at the threshold of realizing a long-held fantasy, her foreboding became overwhelming.

Gooseflesh rose on her legs, and she shivered, standing in her blue and white striped panties, looking down at him while his forefinger skimmed up her thigh, pressing lightly through her panties between her labia. “These panties are very cute, girlie, and it appears that you’re about ready to soak through them. Running my finger across your lips has caused a very pretty wet mark, and I can smell your arousal. It would seem that my naughty little girl likes her little backside spanked. We’ll see how you feel when it’s over.”

He had pulled her over his lap, adjusting her so her buttocks were centered, her hands on the floor, bracing her weight. He rubbed and squeezed her bottom, and she wondered if he’d decide just to fondle her ass that way instead. Her musings were quickly dispelled when his steel-hard hand crashed down onto her left cheek. Before the pain could even register, a similar swat landed on her right buttock.

“Holy fuck, dude! What the fuck do you eat in the morning? Spinach?”

She could hear his soft laughter in his response. “Nope, darling. It’s just how I spank. I told you that a woman receiving discipline would experience something much harsher than a child might get. And just so you know, swearing is extra. That was your free warning.”

He tucked her against him, wrapping an arm around, holding her outside arm tightly to her body, and then he commenced to spank her with a flurry of swats that stole the breath from her chest. “You will not fight with your hands.” He continued to rain down swats, lower and lower until the back of her thighs were on fire too. “You will not cause a scene in public. A grown woman doesn’t conduct herself in that manner.”

She bucked her hips, hoping to throw herself off of his lap, but to no avail. Brittney then slapped his leg, hoping to get his attention enough that he’d slow down a bit. Instead, the already hard swats simply increased in pace and strength, to the point that she started to sob, despite her valiant efforts to maintain her composure. In desperation, as she felt herself going from sobbing to bawling, she turned her head and bit the side of his calf. She hadn’t done it hard enough to break the skin — she’d hoped — but it was sufficient to make him yelp and stop his hand from smacking her.

“Sassy? Do you remember what I said?”

“N-no, I don’t. It hurts. I can’t do this anymore.” She tried pushing herself off his lap only to be jerked back against him, his arm pinning her in a vice-like hold.

“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. I told you that if you didn’t behave, these adorable little panties were coming down — and now they are.” He hooked his finger into the elastic, jerking them down roughly to the backs of her knees.

The bite and sting of his hand had been nothing in comparison to the slaps he’d then laid down across her backside. She actually wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that she was bleeding, the pain was so intense. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried that hard; her head wagged from side-to-side, her hair ending up in her mouth, sticking to the tears coating her face. She had lost all control of her movements, begging for him to stop, for it to end, and not receiving an ounce of mercy.

“You will not bite me ever again. Are. We. Clear?”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy!” The swats had finally ended, and she continued with her mantra until she realized that he was not her
Daddy
.

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