Page 33 of Ace

Her face fell then, and the weight of her actions sank in. Her fists unfurled and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He nodded. A heaviness in his heart told him he could not let her off with an apology and a warning.

“I’m glad you feel remorse for your actions, little one, but sometimes that is not enough. I’m afraid you’ve earned yourself a punishment.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice broke and her feet shuffled against the carpet.

Ace exhaled deeply and walked over to the tea party they’d set up at the table. He slowly removed stuffed animals one by one, carefully arranging them on the bed. When he was sure they were all facing correctly, with nobody crowding anybody else, he put away the tea sets, and took the timeout chair back to the corner.

Lizzie watched every move he made with obvious nervous anticipation. Finally, he took her hand and walked her over to the timeout chair. He’d heard that a lot of Daddies didn’t use the last minute additions to the suites, preferring to make the naughty Little girls stand, sometimes with their bottoms bared, but since it was her first real punishment, he didn’t feel the need to make it any more uncomfortable than it already would be. Besides, her timeout would be a longer one. He needed some time to think and prepare himself. This would be a first for both of them, and though he’d read lots and gotten tons of advice, the task before him was still a daunting one.

“Timeout, little one,” he announced gently. “Sit facing the wall and think about what you should have done differently.”

Then he left her, well as much as he could in the enclosed space. He sat on the bed and shrugged off his vest and tugged off his boots, getting comfortable for what would come next. Next, he walked to the closet and withdrew a bag she didn’t know he had. Supplies he had purchased over the course of the week for a time such as this. There was a pocket-sized wooden paddle, a nice wooden hairbrush with her name and a stingray engraved on the back that he planned to give to her as a gift after he used it to punish her naughty bottom, a leather OTK strap, a wooden spoon, and a small silicone butt plug, along with a jar of lube.

He selected the hairbrush and left the other items in the closet for a different time.

Closing the closet, he grabbed Bert off the bed so she’d have her comfort item and sat both Bert and the hairbrush on the arm of the couch. Then he sat down and watched his Little girl from across the room. Lizzie’s head was hanging, her long braids hiding her face from him. She sat still as a statue with her hands folded in her lap, and every few minutes, she gave a little sniffle. She was ready. But was he?

Not sure, but also not willing to prolong her torture since she was being so good and handling it so well, he called her over to him. She shuffled across the room, staring at the carpet the entire way and when she was standing with her feet between his legs, he said, “Lizzie, look at me.”

Slowly, she lifted her head, showing him tear-streaked cheeks, and eyes hidden by long lashes.

“Look at me,” he repeated.

She did, and he saw the exact moment she caught sight of the hairbrush on the arm of the couch. Her soft gasp gave her away.

He ignored it for now and asked a question instead. “Do you understand why you are getting a spanking, babygirl?”

She nodded so forlornly that it broke his heart and he questioned whether he’d be able to go through with what he had planned.

“Cuz I didn’t do what Daddy said, and I yelled and stomped my foot and told you no, and hit your back and I’m not in control, but I tried to be.” She heaved a gigantic sad sigh. “I was very naughty, Daddy, and I learnded my lesson in the corner. You don’t have to spank me. I’ll be gooodddd, promise!”

Her whininess and altered speech gave away the fact she was sinking deeper and deeper into Little space, letting him know he was doing the right thing. If he let her get away with it, he would not be doing either of them any favors. Follow-through was important. He’d heard that time and time again.

“I’m glad you learned your lesson and feel remorse for your actions, little one, but your punishment isn’t over until I say it’s over. And you are getting a spanking. A long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. With this.” He held up the hairbrush and Lizzie’s brave facade melted away.

“Nooooo!” she wailed, covering her bottom with both hands. “No, Daddy, please! It’s gonna hurt and I’m scared!” She took a step backward and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer, and spoke firmly.

“It is going to hurt. Spankings are supposed to hurt; that’s how you learn. But Daddy will have you the whole time, and I’m only going to hurt your bottom. And I expect you to take your spanking like a good girl, and then when it’s over, Daddy will wipe your tears and kiss your face and hold you until you stop crying, okay?”

“O-okay.” She sniffled. “What if I don’t cry?”

Ace fought a smirk. He knew not every spanking ended in tears, but she was seconds away from crying already. He felt fairly confident that wouldn’t be the case.

“Then Daddy will still hold you,” he reassured her anyway. “And we will have lunch and a nap, and when we wake up again, we will continue the rest of our special day. How does that sound?”

“It would sound better if we could skip the spanking.”

Ace roared with laughter. He couldn’t help it. She was so ridiculously clever and adorable and she kept him on his toes with her quick comebacks. When he was done laughing, he took her hand and gently upended her across his lap.

“You were very naughty, so this dress is coming up and your panties are coming down,” he warned.

He handed her Bert and she squeezed him tight against her chest, making Ace shake his head. If stuffed animals’ ability to breathe was a real thing, and she seemed certain that it was, then the pastel stingray would die from asphyxiation at any moment.

Shaking his head at the memory of the morning’s shenanigans, he carefully lifted her skirt, straightening it when he flipped it so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. Then he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her day-of-the-week panties, and slowly peeled them down, bringing the fabric to a rest at the tops of her thighs.