She didn’t do what he has asked, and now will have to pay
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“Daddy, please don’t spank me so hard.”
He hit her again with the slipper on her bare bum. “It’s time you learned your lesson, sweetheart.”
“But daddy, it hurts so much.” She sobbed for extra effect.
“That’s because you wouldn’t listen.” He spanked her hard five times in a row.
“This is enough, daddy, enough.” Tears streaming down her face, she tried to get away.
He grabbed her by her shoulder and prevented her from escaping. “It’s enough when I say it is, and we’re not there yet.”
Ten more spanks later, he allowed her a moment to breathe.
“Remember why we’re doing this?”
“I don’t know, daddy. I thought I was your girl.”
“You’re definitely my girl, but who is in charge in this house?”
“You are,” she mewled.
“And what had I told you to do?”
“To make my bed.”
“And what haven’t you done?” He slapped her ass to stress his words.
“But I was going to after…”
“Excuses!” He hit her some more.
Finally, he paused. He rubbed her bright red ass cheeks.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said softly.
“I’m proud of you, girl. Now go get the hairbrush.”
He looked at her with his sternest face.
She whimpered and rubbed her throbbing butt as she went off to get the tool.
He pointed to the empty couch seat next to him when he accepted the brush from her. “Good girl. Kneel there. Next to making the bed, what else did I ask of you?”
She dropped her head. “To clean the kitchen after I returned from work.”
“And did you?”
She shook her head.
He slapped her left breast. “What was that?”
“‘Sir’ even. Hands behind your back.”
She winced as he hit the side of each breast three times. Even though she was still clothed, it hurt plenty.
“Two more, and then we’re finished. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
He hit each nipple once, leaving her a sobbing mess, clutching her hurt boobs when he was done.
“Come here.” He pulled her into his arms, stroking her back. “You’ve done very well, girl. You’ve made me proud, okay?”
They stayed like that for the longest time.
She sat back up straight again. “Before I forget, Michael, we need to make an appointment with the insurance officer.”
He groaned and sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
“And I’m working the early shift tomorrow, so we won’t see each other tomorrow morning.” She rose from his lap. “Well, better get to cleaning the kitchen now. Thanks for the spanking. I needed it.” She gave him a quick kiss and put her panties and jeans back on.
“You’ve done well, little girl; now go do your grown-up things.” He tapped her ass lovingly before she walked off. She yelped and giggled. Scenes like these were why she loved her husband and kept her marriage fresh. It was her conviction that many marriages could improve and divorces diverted from the occasional spanking, even though her ass and boobs were sore and would be for hours to come.