Page 225 of Daddy’s Fortitude

He crooked a finger at her. “Come here, Little girl. If I have to get up and get you, there's going to be extras.”

She stomped her foot, which was adorably cute, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. He kept the stern look on his face and just waited.

“That’s not fair, Daddy! You can’t threaten me with extras just because I don’t want to lie over your lap and get a spanking.”

“Of course I can. I just did.”

She was grumbling under her breath, but she moved toward him, stopping right in front of him. “This is as far as I’m going to go.”

“Fine, that’s far enough.” Moving quickly, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap. She let out a cry and tried to break free of his hold, but that wasn’t happening. He took both of her wrists in one hand and placed them in the small of her back, then waited for her to tire herself out.

Eventually, she stopped fighting and lay quietly over his lap.

“Are you finished?” he asked.

“Sure, I’m finished.”

He wasn’t quite sure he believed that. He slowly let go of her wrists, and she moved again, trying to roll herself free. He grabbed hold of her once more and laid five sharp smacks on her ass.

“Ow, Daddy, I didn’t know you were starting already.”

“I haven’t started,” he told her.

“But you just spanked me.”

“Yes, those were for moving around when you shouldn’t be. You’re being awfully naughty today. Probably because I’ve been away for a few days, and you haven’t had me watching over you and making sure that you behave yourself. Perhaps before I leave on a job, I ought to give you a warning spanking so you remember to behave. And then when I come back, I might need to give you a spanking to cover every naughty thing that you did while I was away.”

“No, Daddy, no,” she said. “That just sounds awful. What kind of diabolical mind do you have to make up this stuff?”

Oh, he definitely had a diabolical mind. There was a reason he liked handing out punishments at the club, but he couldn’t imagine doing that anymore. In fact, he didn’t miss it at all. It seemed that Aimee was enough to keep him on his toes, and it wasn’t like she didn’t provide ample opportunity for him to turn her over his knee.

No, he didn’t see any need to ever go back to the club, if he was honest.

He had everything he needed right here in this squirming bundle lying over his lap.

“But, Daddy, those really hurt,” she exclaimed. “Are you sure that wasn’t my spanking?”

He shook his head. “Little girl, you know very well that wasn’t your real spanking. Now, if you’re ready we’ll begin. Why are you being punished?”

“Because you’re a big meanie.”

Slap, slap.

“Just so you know, those also don’t count toward your spanking.”

“I’m going to have a red bottom before you even start the spanking,” she told him.

“Yes, you will, because you’re not behaving yourself. Now, why are you being spanked?”

“Because I saved you from the gunman,” she said.

“Because you put yourself at risk when you shouldn’t have,” he replied. “And why else?”

“Because I went running from you after throwing a mud pie in your face,” she grumbled.

“That’s right. Now, one of those is significantly worse than the other, but they’re both naughty behaviors. Never run from Daddy. Never put yourself at risk.”

With that said, he laid several more smacks on her bottom, spanking first one cheek, then the other, then both. She wriggled around at first, trying to move this way and that to get away from his hand, but he held her steady, his smacks strong and fast. He moved his hand lower, down her thighs, determined to make an impression with the spanking. Eventually, she stopped fighting him and just lay on his lap. Quiet sobs filled the room.