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“Ah. I will not call you that then. It shall be Mariah or sousie. Is that amenable to you?”

Relief flooded her face and he could tell that having a say was important to her, something he would need to always remember. “Yeah… I guess so. Yeah, I think it is.” The corners of her lips turned up in a smile and her eyes twinkled with delight.

“Good. Then get yourself back in position, please, before I have to add extras.”

Her eyes wide, she scrambled to get over his knee once more, and again he used his body to lock her in place.

“I just want to go on record as saying the spoon sucks,” Mariah grumbled as he pinned her hands behind her back, holding them with one of his.

“I know, but it’s so perfectly fitting and effective.” He kept his voice light, but his aim was not light as he brought the spoon across the center of her reddened bottom, making her squeal.

“This is the first spanking I will give you as your Daddy, and it will probably be the worst, but it will not be the last,” he said as he spanked, starting in with his lecture. A good lecture was key to getting a Little to the right headspace.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We will have all the usual rules that Littles and their Daddies have, and we will go over those soon, but we will also be working together and I will expect you to continue to be as professional as you have already been. And I expect you to be more careful.” The spoon flattened her bottom with each smack, leaving a round pink mark in its wake.

She was whimpering now, but they were just getting started. Moving his aim lower, he continued his lecture.

“What happened last week was a direct result of carelessness and a perfect example of how dangerous carelessness in the kitchen can be.”

Her shoulders started to shake and he knew his words, and the spoon, were getting to her.

“You are lucky I keep an EpiPen pen on hand for emergencies as well as a supply of Benadryl or we could be having a very different conversation,” he scolded. Even his stomach was twisting with the words he was speaking. But that was the reality. Carelessness in the kitchen could have catastrophic results.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorrrry,” Mariah wailed. “I’ll be so super careful from now on. I promise I will. It will never ever happen again.”

“I believe you, Mariah, but I need to make sure. I’m going to see to it that this lesson sticks for a long time.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sniffled.

With no more warning, he moved his aim lower still, to her sit spots, the crease of tender skin between her bottom and thighs. He spanked quickly now, leaving her barely time to catch her breath between pops of the spoon, as ready for the punishment to be over with as she surely was.

He waited until she was sobbing out her release between hiccupped apologies and promises to do better and then he stopped, tossing the spoon onto the couch beside him.

Rubbing her shoulders and back, Graham took a moment to admire the results of his handiwork. Her bottom was a fiery red, marked in little half-moons from the spoon. He’d been thorough enough to make a mark, but he knew any redness would fade within the hour and she wouldn’t carry any lasting bruises, but she would feel this one for a while. Both in her bottom and in her heart.

And she was his. He’d taken a Little of his own. At the realization of his whirlwind decision, his heart sped up and his palms grew damp, but he looked at her and his qualms faded. It was a wonder that he’d come this far, and something to be thankful for.

She was his. Maybe she’d been his from the moment she’d walked into his kitchen with her orange and purple cat apron and he just hadn’t known it yet. But he knew it now.

Her sobs faded to soft cries as he rubbed her back, and her curls stuck to her neck, sticky with sweat. She was gorgeous and she was all his.

Freeing her hands, he rubbed in slow circles using both of his, and moving his ministrations from her lower back to her red-hot bottom. She trembled under his touch, and a glance downward told him that her pussy was slick with arousal.

Reaching the center of her bottom he pulled her cheeks apart and pressed his thumb against her back entrance.

“You’re mine.” He claimed her with his voice full of awe. “Mine to spoil and spank and love and lust for.”

“You… lust for me?”

Her voice sounded odd, far away, and slightly nervous.

“Of course I do, little one. You’re a very beautiful young woman.”

“You… want… me?”

Again her voice sounded off but he figured it was just hoarse from crying.