banshee wail of remorse, and by the sixth, there was no holding still. As her bottom bounced and wobbled under the firm application of that hairbrush, her body developed a wriggling, kicking, squirming life all its own. Twice her bare feet hit the wall, and Daddy paused the spanking just long enough to scissor her legs between his, locking her into place while he paddled her even harder. Until the entire surface of her bottom was a hot cheery red and Meg was sobbing incoherently. Only then did he lay the hairbrush down and hold her, though she winced and squirmed the instant her sore bottom made contact with his lap.
He rocked her until her tears began to slow, alternating between hugging her tightly, caressing her braided hair and kissing her tear-streaked face. "It hurts me to have to spank you, baby. Can you be a good girl so I don't have to do that any more tonight, Meg? Can you do that for me?"
Her sobs withered to hiccups and sniffles, and she nodded her head and dashed the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"How does your tummy feel?"
Strangely enough, it did feel better and, between gaspy hiccups, she said, "It's o-o-okay."
"Are you hungry?" He kissed her forehead gently when she nodded. "Let's get ready for dinner. And we can cuddle on the couch before beddy-bye time."
He unfolded and spread out a towel on the floor, and when he held out his hand to her, she willingly lay down so that he could re-diaper her. Her poor little bottom was lobster red. He could already tell that the elastic bands were going to touch all the sorest of places. Shaking his head, Daddy took his time powdering and rubbing soothing Desitin not only on her swollen bottom cheeks, but over her shaven mound. He parted the fleshy folds, finding the sensitive nub of her clit with his fingertips.
She immediately turned her face away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he explored her.
"One more spanking tonight," he warned softly, "and you'll lose your playtime privileges."
Her eyes closed as he gently rolled her clit between his fingers. Her thighs tensed and her splayed legs began to tremble.
"That would be a shame, because Daddy has been looking forward to his baby girl's very first playtime for eight whole months." His thumb stroked over and over the tiny nub, feeling it swell beneath his touch. He cooed, "Such a pretty little baby. Such a naughty, spanked little bottom."
She reached above her head to grab Bear, lying forgotten on the floor where she had taken her enema. She pulled it over her face, moaning loudly into the stuffing-filled tummy.
He gave her one last stroke, then pulled a fresh diaper back up her legs and into proper place. Bear hiding her face, she didn't move to get up and Daddy bent over to kiss her bare stomach. When she still didn't move, he bent down again and this time blew a raspberry against her belly.
Bear fell away from her face as she half-laughed and half-sobbed miserably. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down into her hair.
"Why are you crying again, Meggy?" he asked as he wiped at the tracks. "Because I spanked you?"
She shook her head, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn't have to look at him. Her bottom lip quivered. "Are you going to send me home now?"
"Because you lied?" When she nodded, he shook his head. "Actually, I thought we'd have dinner."
"You can't want me to stay." Her mouth trembled even harder and her voice dropped to a raspy whisper. "I lied to you."
"And I spanked you for it. Then I forgave you. I don't hold grudges, Meg. If you lie to me again, then I'll spank you and forgive you again. And again and again, if I have to. But I wouldn't be much of a Daddy if I sent you home because you didn't like milk." He paused and then he smiled. "It's still good for you and I'm still going to make you drink it. But I won't demand that you like it."
Her stomach choose that moment to grumble very loudly, and she sniffled and laughed. "I'm very hungry."
"Me,
He rocked her until her tears began to slow, alternating between hugging her tightly, caressing her braided hair and kissing her tear-streaked face. "It hurts me to have to spank you, baby. Can you be a good girl so I don't have to do that any more tonight, Meg? Can you do that for me?"
Her sobs withered to hiccups and sniffles, and she nodded her head and dashed the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"How does your tummy feel?"
Strangely enough, it did feel better and, between gaspy hiccups, she said, "It's o-o-okay."
"Are you hungry?" He kissed her forehead gently when she nodded. "Let's get ready for dinner. And we can cuddle on the couch before beddy-bye time."
He unfolded and spread out a towel on the floor, and when he held out his hand to her, she willingly lay down so that he could re-diaper her. Her poor little bottom was lobster red. He could already tell that the elastic bands were going to touch all the sorest of places. Shaking his head, Daddy took his time powdering and rubbing soothing Desitin not only on her swollen bottom cheeks, but over her shaven mound. He parted the fleshy folds, finding the sensitive nub of her clit with his fingertips.
She immediately turned her face away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he explored her.
"One more spanking tonight," he warned softly, "and you'll lose your playtime privileges."
Her eyes closed as he gently rolled her clit between his fingers. Her thighs tensed and her splayed legs began to tremble.
"That would be a shame, because Daddy has been looking forward to his baby girl's very first playtime for eight whole months." His thumb stroked over and over the tiny nub, feeling it swell beneath his touch. He cooed, "Such a pretty little baby. Such a naughty, spanked little bottom."
She reached above her head to grab Bear, lying forgotten on the floor where she had taken her enema. She pulled it over her face, moaning loudly into the stuffing-filled tummy.
He gave her one last stroke, then pulled a fresh diaper back up her legs and into proper place. Bear hiding her face, she didn't move to get up and Daddy bent over to kiss her bare stomach. When she still didn't move, he bent down again and this time blew a raspberry against her belly.
Bear fell away from her face as she half-laughed and half-sobbed miserably. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down into her hair.
"Why are you crying again, Meggy?" he asked as he wiped at the tracks. "Because I spanked you?"
She shook her head, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn't have to look at him. Her bottom lip quivered. "Are you going to send me home now?"
"Because you lied?" When she nodded, he shook his head. "Actually, I thought we'd have dinner."
"You can't want me to stay." Her mouth trembled even harder and her voice dropped to a raspy whisper. "I lied to you."
"And I spanked you for it. Then I forgave you. I don't hold grudges, Meg. If you lie to me again, then I'll spank you and forgive you again. And again and again, if I have to. But I wouldn't be much of a Daddy if I sent you home because you didn't like milk." He paused and then he smiled. "It's still good for you and I'm still going to make you drink it. But I won't demand that you like it."
Her stomach choose that moment to grumble very loudly, and she sniffled and laughed. "I'm very hungry."
"Me,
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