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“Jade,” he said, “when I heard you saying those naughty words, I was very upset and disappointed. I’d always viewed you as a good little girl who knew better.”

He knew his words were harsh but he also knew they were important.

“Yes, Sir!” Jade wailed, seeming to react more to the weight of his words than the smacks he’d delivered with the brush between them.

He’d gotten used to the feel of the implement in his hand now and used it to deliver a stream of hard and fast smacks with a steady cadence.

To her credit, Jade remained still, and didn’t fight him or squirm out of position. It almost bothered him how well she was taking it. Remembering that she reacted more strongly when he lectured, he decided to continue in that vein. “Jade,” he said, even as he delivered a volley of smacks to her upturned bottom with the hairbrush, “if you were my Little girl, and I hope you will be someday, I’d want to approve all the music you listened to, and if I heard you singing such awful words, I’d not only spank you, but I’d probably wash your mouth out with soap.”

“That will be happening here as well, but I figured I’d handle it. It’s not something everyone agrees with.”

At his announcement, Jade groaned, and Ryan paused his ministrations to look over at the other man.

“I agree with it. And I’d like to take care of it if neither of you have any objection.”

Baze frowned then nodded. “We can talk about that, the three of us. For now let’s focus on one thing at a time.”

“Right.” Without another word, Ryan continued to spank, starting to feel frustrated that Jade wasn’t giving much of a reaction.

Baze must have noticed or thought the same way because he spoke up. “You might want to move your aim a little. There’s a tender spot in that crease of skin between her bottom and thighs. That usually gets a reaction. The tops of the thighs are also a good spot.”

“Good to know.” He raised the brush and did what Baze had suggested, lowering his aim to catch the crease between bottom and thigh.

One smack and Jade’s body went stiff. She whimpered and mewled and strained against his hold.

“Interesting,” he mused, delivering a swat on the opposite side. “That does seem to work. Let’s see what happens when I add in a lecture.”

“No! You don’t need to!” Jade protested, basically telling him that was exactly what he needed to do to get through to her.

“I think I do. I think I’m starting to get a hang of this whole Daddy thing.”

She groaned and he smiled.

Jade

He was getting a hang of the Daddy thing, and the spanking thing too. Jade had been working hard to keep her emotions in check, and not turn into a snivelly mess, but he was making it harder with every passing second.

Even though he was brand new, and not even sure he wanted this lifestyle, he was hitting all the Daddy buttons. He was a pretty good spanker once he found his groove, and a decent lecturer too. And he kept upping the ante. Jade could feel her resolve crumbling.

When he began to speak again, the power of his words along with the sting of the hairbrush finally broke her.

“Jade, I recognize that I am not your Daddy, and I’m nothing more than an employee here, but I was very surprised by your actions. Partially because I know you are a sweet little good girl, at least you have been every time I’ve interacted with you, and partially because I assumed that you understood that your actions in public reflect on Baze as your caretaker. He is the owner of this establishment and as a Little in his care, it’s up to you and your friends to set an example for the other Littles who will one day come here and to reflect positively on him among the members of his staff, and while I know that we all accept and expect mischief, what I saw today went far beyond that.”

She could no longer hold back the tears. She knew there was truth in what he was saying, even if Baze would never say it. She had only been testing the freedom of her new bigger Little age, she certainly hadn’t meant to upset anyone or for her actions to negatively affect Baze.

The whole time Pastor Ryan lectured he continued smacking away at her sensitive sit spots, and the harshness of his words made the pain feel almost unbearable.

“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed when she could finally get the words out. “I’m sorry!”

“I appreciate that, Jade, but it’s not really me you need to apologize to. When we are done here you owe Baze an apology.”

She broke. Limp over his lap, all she could do was cry. Her brain was going a million miles a minute between his words and everything that had happened in the last hour. She felt amazing and awful all at once. Her heart and her bottom ached and she was truly, just as she had feared, a sniveling mess.

Finally he stopped spanking. The brush stopped its assault on her sore and tender bottom and the cool wooden back rested on her throbbing globes.

“I’m sorry!” she cried again. “I’ll do better! I won’t listen to yucky music, and I won’t sing naughty words, and I’ll try to be a good girl and a good example. I’m sorry!”

She barely heard Baze’s soft, awe-stricken sentiment over her sobs. “Wow. I’ve never seen Jade react quite so strongly to a spanking. Good job, Pastor Ryan.”