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Seven
The next morning, nice and early, Caleb entered Olivia’s room and threw open the curtains. She yawned and stretched and sat up in bed.
“Morning, Daddy,” she said brightly.
He smiled and pulled out the big chair and sat. “Morning, sunshine, sleep well?”
She tingled and clenched her butt muscles. “Yes, sir. Um, what’s up with the chair?”
“Now, Olivia, you know your new rules. Come on, come here,” he said, pointing at the floor before him.
“Ohhh, yes, sir,” she groaned, climbing out of bed to stand before him.
“Good girl. Now, what do you do?”
She slipped off her little nightie and set it on the bed, and stood naked in front of him. “Daddy, I have trouble following rules. Can I please go across your lap for a very, very hard spanking to help me always be a good little girl?”
“Yes, you may.”
Stepping over to his right side, she hoisted herself into position, and lay there gazing down at the floor. His large arm descended across her back, his hand held her at the waist, and his firm yet supple right hand patted and caressed her bare cheeks. Smack! He struck, and after that set up a steady rain of firm spanks. She could see the clock on the wall, and his arm was like a perfect pendulum. At each tick of the clock, she got a smack, and the heat and sting just kept building.
“Ouch ow! Yes, Daddy, yes, spank me, Daddy, spank me hard , teach me, teach me a lesson so I’ll always be gooooodd—ouch!”
“Oh, don’t worry, little Olivia, Daddy will, because there’s only one thing Daddy loves more than his little girl,” he said, not letting up for a second.
“Ow! Oh, what’s that, Daddy?”
“Why, spanking you, of course,” he said, and laughed long and hard.
Olivia shivered and shuddered, her body alive with fire and energy, and her moans became mixed with her cries. Her entire bottom went up in flames and that blaze consumed her pussy. She wailed, sobbed, and felt more alive than she’d ever known. She had a man who loved her and loved what she loved.
What could be better in life?
“So, are you learning, little girl, are you going to be good for Daddy?”
“Yes, sir, yes, but… um…”
“Oh, what’s wrong?”
She grinned and looked over her shoulder. “I think you missed a spot. Right cheek, down close to my thigh.”
“Oh, well, I’ll take care of that!”
He did, but even more than she expected. She had earned herself an extra dozen swats as she’d broken Rule #4 on her list: Little girls do not try to boss their daddies around. Only when she was bawling like a baby did he stop and release her. She stood next to the chair, her head on his chest, hands cupping her toasty cheeks, and his arm around her.
“That’s my girl. Now, you get dressed and come to breakfast, and don’t be late.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
He rose and left, and she grumbled about not having time to come, but she knew he preferred her to wait until later. As he told her, it would boost her pleasure, and was Rule #13: No coming without permission. So, gently slipping white panties on, she picked out little green shorts and a yellow blouse. Her bust line was nice, but not huge, and so she felt okay going without a bra. Once in the kitchen, Caleb lifted her to her new highchair and strapped her in. She squealed at the hard seat, and he locked the tray before her.
She was trapped.
“All right, time to eat a good breakfast,” he said happily.
He set it before her and started feeding her. Renewed groans of frustration issued forth from her lungs. The pain of sitting, the helplessness, and being fed all combined to heighten her excitement.
She recognized the new food items that she’d had him pick up. They were specialty things, designed to nourish her, which was important, but were low-calorie. Based on what Dr. Archer had told them, when they explained her desire to not grow to her normal size, it would help her to maintain her
The next morning, nice and early, Caleb entered Olivia’s room and threw open the curtains. She yawned and stretched and sat up in bed.
“Morning, Daddy,” she said brightly.
He smiled and pulled out the big chair and sat. “Morning, sunshine, sleep well?”
She tingled and clenched her butt muscles. “Yes, sir. Um, what’s up with the chair?”
“Now, Olivia, you know your new rules. Come on, come here,” he said, pointing at the floor before him.
“Ohhh, yes, sir,” she groaned, climbing out of bed to stand before him.
“Good girl. Now, what do you do?”
She slipped off her little nightie and set it on the bed, and stood naked in front of him. “Daddy, I have trouble following rules. Can I please go across your lap for a very, very hard spanking to help me always be a good little girl?”
“Yes, you may.”
Stepping over to his right side, she hoisted herself into position, and lay there gazing down at the floor. His large arm descended across her back, his hand held her at the waist, and his firm yet supple right hand patted and caressed her bare cheeks. Smack! He struck, and after that set up a steady rain of firm spanks. She could see the clock on the wall, and his arm was like a perfect pendulum. At each tick of the clock, she got a smack, and the heat and sting just kept building.
“Ouch ow! Yes, Daddy, yes, spank me, Daddy, spank me hard , teach me, teach me a lesson so I’ll always be gooooodd—ouch!”
“Oh, don’t worry, little Olivia, Daddy will, because there’s only one thing Daddy loves more than his little girl,” he said, not letting up for a second.
“Ow! Oh, what’s that, Daddy?”
“Why, spanking you, of course,” he said, and laughed long and hard.
Olivia shivered and shuddered, her body alive with fire and energy, and her moans became mixed with her cries. Her entire bottom went up in flames and that blaze consumed her pussy. She wailed, sobbed, and felt more alive than she’d ever known. She had a man who loved her and loved what she loved.
What could be better in life?
“So, are you learning, little girl, are you going to be good for Daddy?”
“Yes, sir, yes, but… um…”
“Oh, what’s wrong?”
She grinned and looked over her shoulder. “I think you missed a spot. Right cheek, down close to my thigh.”
“Oh, well, I’ll take care of that!”
He did, but even more than she expected. She had earned herself an extra dozen swats as she’d broken Rule #4 on her list: Little girls do not try to boss their daddies around. Only when she was bawling like a baby did he stop and release her. She stood next to the chair, her head on his chest, hands cupping her toasty cheeks, and his arm around her.
“That’s my girl. Now, you get dressed and come to breakfast, and don’t be late.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
He rose and left, and she grumbled about not having time to come, but she knew he preferred her to wait until later. As he told her, it would boost her pleasure, and was Rule #13: No coming without permission. So, gently slipping white panties on, she picked out little green shorts and a yellow blouse. Her bust line was nice, but not huge, and so she felt okay going without a bra. Once in the kitchen, Caleb lifted her to her new highchair and strapped her in. She squealed at the hard seat, and he locked the tray before her.
She was trapped.
“All right, time to eat a good breakfast,” he said happily.
He set it before her and started feeding her. Renewed groans of frustration issued forth from her lungs. The pain of sitting, the helplessness, and being fed all combined to heighten her excitement.
She recognized the new food items that she’d had him pick up. They were specialty things, designed to nourish her, which was important, but were low-calorie. Based on what Dr. Archer had told them, when they explained her desire to not grow to her normal size, it would help her to maintain her
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