"Did you consider that Terry might have taken a few minutes to speak with me before I came in here? He wanted to reduce your punishment, and tried to tell me that you're still adjusting to being accountable. I also know he had you dress in your Little outfit to soften me up. Come on, girl, I wasn't born yesterday. He said that you had also run out of your blood pressure medication. What's with that, young lady?"
She remained silent, hoping his question was rhetorical.
When she did not respond, he continued. "You being irresponsible with your health troubles me very deeply. Stop the crying, Baylor. I'm not done talking to you. Even if your blood sugars were in balance, there's also the matter of your blood pressure. Didn't we ask you to call in your prescription a month ago?"
Miserably, she shut her eyes, and silently nodded yes. "I didn't mean to forget, Daddy! It just happened! I swear, I didn't mean it!" she blurted. "I was just so caught up in being with you guys that it slipped my mind. I'm so sorry!"
"But you still did it," he said, with finality. "I love you so much. Far too much to allow these things to go uncorrected. In this house, that means you are going to be spanked good and hard. Hopefully it will discourage you from neglecting your health and remind you to be more responsible in future. Comments?"
"No, sir," Baylor mumbled.
"I really wish I didn't have to do this. Not today. I would have preferred to have an evening with my special girl without her squirreling from a sore bottom. But I promise you two things. One, I will not withhold any love I have for you, and two, I won't withhold a well-deserved spanking when it is sorely needed."
Jake easily lifted her from his lap and laid her face down across the side of the sofa, with her panty-clad bottom centered over his left thigh. Holding her wrists firmly against the small of her back, he clamped her legs into position between his.
A wave of emotion raced through Baylor's body as his warm hand tucked the hem of her dress to her waist to expose the seat of her panties. She sincerely wished she could vanish and be spared the pain and humiliation the ensuing minutes would undoubtedly bring.
It was only a matter of seconds before his big, hard hand came down across the thin white cotton. The garment offered no protection, and she felt herself plummet to a level of misery she never knew existed. Why would someone who claimed to love her wish to put her through such agony? Even worse, why would she have agreed to it?
Jake's palm silently swept down to contact her trembling bottom once more, the force driving her into his thigh. His hand continued to press against her backside, as if pushing the spank deep into her buttocks. The pain came just a fraction of a second later, and felt like wasps stinging deep into her bottom muscles. The extent of the single smack was so concentrated that Baylor shrieked and immediately began to sob while drumming her feet against the floor.
"That huuurts!" she cried out, helpless to escape the intense sting radiating from her behind as she flailed her legs.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, my love. But they provide much less damage than the mistakes that caused them," Jake said gently. She did not feel Jake lift his hand, so when another spank landed in a loud thunderclap against her posterior, it struck her with as much surprise as the pain that followed. Pinned under the man's strong leg, Baylor only had enough room for the balls of her feet to kick the floor, and very little room to otherwise wiggle her backside to the right and left to avoid the next spank. She wailed into the couch cushions as his punishing hand continued to tirelessly swat at her helpless nates, and she slowly transformed into a repentant little girl with a tear-drenched face who was receiving a very sound, and very thorough, spanking from her beloved daddy.
The moment Baylor stopped kicking and gave in to her punishment, the spanking stopped. Jake smoothed the dress back over her bottom and released her wrists, gently rubbing her crimson cheeks as she continued to cry across his lap.
Several minutes passed before she managed to pull herself to stand upon unsteady legs, her sniffles subsiding enough to listen to his directions. Jake's voice was gentle and kind as he ordered her back to the corner to think about what had occurred and how she could prevent a repeat of the unfortunate event.
Baylor whispered, "Yes, Daddy," and promptly obeyed him. She listened to the sofa creak as he stood, the sound of his footsteps leaving the room, and the quiet click of the door closing behind him. Leaning her forehead against the wall, she reached behind to rub the agonizing sting from her incredibly hot backside. She was grateful that Jake had allowed her panties to stay in place, guarding her modesty in the process of her erratic kicking and twisting which would otherwise have guaranteed the man an eyeful of her private secrets.
Breathing in time to the ticking wall clock helped calm her. She heard the door open and the sound of footsteps walking across the room. A hand was placed on her shoulder, and Baylor was turned to face Jake. He gathered her in his arms, comforting her as she broke into another set of tears.
He tenderly brushed a stray wisp of hair from her eyes and smiled. "It's over, darling. I want you to go to Uncle Terry and apologize for making him worry, and promise that you won't do it again."
"Yes, sir," she sniffled, turning to leave.
Terry was working on his laptop at the dining room table when she approached him with Jake in tow.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Terry. I should have told you I was out of those strips and that I forgot to call in the prescription."
"Next time, I want to see the glucometer. Fudging the results because you're out of supplies is unacceptable and also very deceptive. I need to be able to trust you to be truthful with me, okay?"
"What do you mean by fudging the results?" Jake asked.
Baylor watched the younger man's face turn to stone as Terry explained how she had made up the numbers on the charts, and that she had not been eating properly since Hayden had left with the rescue team. In the space of an instant, everything had gone from being very, very right, to horribly, horribly wrong.
Jake turned to her. "Is he talking about a chart that would require you to take three readings a day for the last three weeks? Readings that require glucometer strips that you ran out of a week after you arrived here?"
"I—"
"Baylor Anne Parish, I want the truth from you this instant. Did you lie to both Terry and me? Did you actually think you would get away with trying to deceive us?"
Busted. The knowledge that she had written down bogus numbers was now exposed. Baylor saw Jake's face darken and averted her eyes.
"One thing I can not abide is when I am lied to. I admit, you were very convincing, but the facts speak for themselves. You could have easily ordered more strips if you had run out. You could have told Terry and he would have gotten some for you. You admitted that you could not check the readings without them, and yet you falsified the results for two weeks. Two weeks, Baylor! Didn't you suspect for a minute that he would eventually ask you for the machine and check the averages himself?"
"I told you that I didn't need them, and that I was taking care of myself!"
"The issue now is that you deliberately lied to us. You," he barked, his eyes drilling into her, "are going to learn your lesson right now, young lady! Come with me."
"Oh, my God! No more! Please," Baylor dug her heels into the carpet, resisting him. "I can't take anymore."
"I made a promise that I would not withhold my love, or my discipline, from you. It's one thing when you forget your medication, it's another when you lie and deceive."
He unfastened his belt from around his waist and pulled it free from the loops with a swish. Then he folded it in half, the buckle jingling in his hand as he snatched her wrist and pulled her to the living room couch.
"No! Daddy! Jake! Please!" Baylor wailed hysterically as he sat down and turned her promptly across his knee. In a flash, her legs were once again secured under his right one, and her wrists were pinned against the small of her back by his left hand. There came a gust of cool air against her bare
thighs as her dress was whisked a second time to her waist.
And then it happened. He pulled down her panties.
Added to the horror of the unfolding events, now came the utter mortification of being unclothed beneath Jake's steely gaze. The sixty seconds which followed were the most painful that Baylor had so far experienced. Her bottom was already sore and swollen from his hand, and the feeling of his belt lashing against her bare flesh left her screaming for mercy. Each time the narrow strip of leather landed across the cheeks of her backside, it felt like a hot branding iron that was searing and blistering her skin. The intensity of the pain made it impossible to keep count, and the anguish of her punishment blotted out all her ability to think. Over and over, his strong, tireless arm never faltered, until every last trace of stubbornness and willful defiance had been broken and replaced with sorrow and penitence in the heart of the young woman across his knee.
Something switched inside her mind and everything became simple. Baylor suddenly became prepared to do anything necessary to become a person that Hayden and Jake could be proud of—a person that she, Baylor Anne Parish, would be proud of. She wanted to be their good little girl and an honest, trustworthy woman. She swore that, if only her world could be made right again, she would do what she could to be the best she could be. Nothing else mattered.
She came to dim awareness that her spanking had stopped, although Jake still held her tightly in position, with her panties now dangling on her ankles. He released her wrists and gently patted her aching posterior, saying nothing as her sobbing began to soften and resolve. He pulled her panties back up over her thighs and across her pulsating backside, taking care to lift the thin material and not cause her any more discomfort. With her right hand, Baylor reached backed to clutch her bottom, burying her face in her left arm as the unhappy tears continued to fall.
Wordlessly, she was lifted from her prone position on his lap and settled to face him with her chest pressed to his. Numbly, Baylor wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, resting her cheek on his shoulder. The heat of his stomach against her groin was surprisingly soothing, and she scooted further to press him as close as she could to her body. Her tears turned to tiny hiccups as he held her there, rocking her and kissing the crown of her head.
Once her breathing calmed, Jake picked her up and carried her to his room where he removed her shoes and tucked her lovingly under the sheets. With a final kiss on the forehead, he draped his quilt over her body and left.
Limp with exhaustion, Baylor felt the peaceful tranquility of sleep overtake her. She awoke several hours later to the orange radiance of the low hanging sun that streamed through the open window and onto her face. She sat up, slowly and carefully, taking the time to look around the room. His room. An indescribable sense of stillness filled her, the type of calm that enveloped her like a cocoon. She felt clean, as though she had awakened as a different person. No other word could describe the emotions: only that with the pain of her punishment, and the loving care that followed, Baylor finally felt free. Free of guilt, free of anger, and free of the past.
She listened to the easy whisper of the breeze through the branches of the tree outside his room and concentrated on the ebb and fall of her breath. No thoughts or words flitted through her mind at the moment. All was settled. All was at peace. All was forgiven. She had never before felt such content, and prayed that the feeling would never end.
As dusk slowly fell, the scent of cooking and faint sounds of dinner being served floated up the stairwell. The dull, throbbing ache of her backside was joined by an unpleasant itch that no amount of rubbing would relieve. She was also ravenously hungry. Glancing at the foot of the bed, she noticed that a pair of pajamas had been laid out for her. Carefully pulling herself to her feet, she slipped her 'little girl dress' up over her head and stood, naked except for the white cotton panties and ankle socks.
Biting her lip, Baylor turned her back to the large mirror on the dresser and slowly pulled the material away from her bottom. She was left in no doubt as to whether she had received the spanking of her life as she regarded the deep red blotches left by Jake's hand, which were crisscrossed with narrow welts from his belt. Once again, he had been right, as she'd found herself hoping for some sort of leftover marks to prove that her bottom had actually been pulverized. With a sad sigh, she donned the oversized t-shirt and replaced the panties with loose-fitting, Batman pajama bottoms obviously swiped from Matt's dresser. Warmth filled her chest as she recognized this gesture as an effort to provide both covering and comfort.
The sound of footsteps mounting the stairs startled her. Jake's face was grim as he entered the room. "How are you doing, baby?" he asked, reaching for her face with his warm hand.
"I'm so sorry."
"I know, little one." He embraced her warmly and rubbed her back, with his face buried in her hair. "So am I. I was too hard on you. It was your first real punishment, and—"
"I deserved every bit of it," Baylor interrupted, closing her eyes as she inhaled his scent. "What I did was inexcusable. You did what a good daddy needed to do."
"Thank you for saying that. Uncle Terry agrees with you. I have never felt, well, guilty for punishing my Little before. At least, not guilty in the way I felt after punishing you. It's confusing to me."
"What do you mean?" The question came as he pulled her to rest her head on his shoulder while stretching out on the bed.
"In the past, all my girls have been defiant, disobedient and even dishonest at times, and each earned spankings to this degree and even more. I've never questioned the need, or the severity. But with you," he turned his face to look into hers, "it's different. I had to ask myself; why? And the thought that I would leave a bruise on you—even accidentally—sickened me."
He shifted, bringing her body close enough so that he could absently rub his hand against her tender, swollen rear. "Maybe it's because you placed so much trust in me. You're the first Little I've had who was completely ignorant of the lifestyle. I received you as a blank slate, to teach and mold into what I wanted in a true age-play partner. You were perfect for me, but I was selfish in not asking if you were perfect for yourself. I need to know your thoughts and feelings, Baylor. Please."
She took in a deep breath, contemplating his question. "I really can't find the words. My bottom feels like I sat on hot coals, but I'm not angry. In fact," she looked into his eyes, "I am happy right now. Happier than I ever remember being. I don't understand it, either. I should be livid, right? I mean, how many grown women would allow a man to do what you did to me? Not that I had much of a choice." She laughed quietly, in continued disbelief of what had happened to her. Snuggling closer, she wrapped her left arm over his stomach. "You gave me something that no one has ever given me; your time and attention. What I feel from you is nothing like I've had before. Until you and Hayden came into my life, I was alone. Completely alone. I can't tell you how much I feel my heart has moved from a place of cold emptiness to warm fullness. It actually aches."
Jake slipped his hand under the waistband of her pants and placed it over her hot flesh, his fingertips absentmindedly stroking the raised welts. "You've moved my heart, as well. I didn't think I could love again, but you proved me wrong."
"Same here. Daddy?"
"Yes, darling?" His smile was warm and inviting.
"I'm starving. I think that spanking revived my appetite, even though it did temporarily steal my ability to sit."
"I'm sure Uncle Terry will have a cushion all ready for you to sit on at the table."
"Can't I just eat up here?"
"No. Tables are for eating. Beds are for sleeping." He nudged her with a wink. "Among other things."
Chapter Eight
"You know we love you, right?" Terry asked, holding the chair for Baylor while Jake went to prepare her a plate. He sat down on her right and waited for Jake to join them.
"Yeah, I can really feel the love right now," she groaned, as she lowere
d herself down. "A little too much love. I need to stand." She quickly rose after her bottom made contact with the chair's surface.
"Sitting on a sore bottom is part of the lesson," Terry said. "Plant it."
"Aw, show some mercy." She batted her eyelashes and stuck out her lower lip.
Terry yanked playfully on it. "Doesn't work on me. Sit yourself down."
Baylor winced as she obeyed. "I bet I can make it work on you. I just need to up my cuteness factor and do some more practicing. Thank you, Daddy," she said, as a plate was put in front of her.
"You're welcome. Hmm, you're sitting down," he observed, pulling up his chair on her left side. "That means I was too lenient."
"No!" Baylor popped back up to stand. She pointed to Terry. "He made me, and I was trying to be good!"
"It was her very first punishment. Do you think that maybe we can forego the rule of sitting on a sore bottom just for today?" Jake asked with a grin.
"You're the daddy. What you say goes." Terry chuckled.
"Excellent. Do you see any reason to ground her on top of her spanking?"
"Ordinarily, I would suggest a few days of restriction or extra chores, like unpacking," Terry said, eying Baylor. She stuck her tongue out at him and then offered a cheesy smile. "But I think that ass whipping was sufficient to teach a lesson. Why? Got something in mind?"
"Yes. Let's take her into the desert tomorrow so she can take some pictures."
"Really? For sures?" Baylor asked excitedly.
"Yes, darling. Really, for sures. Eat your dinner."
"She certainly is cute," Terry said, sitting across the table. "Can I have a baby day with her?"
"Sure. Ah, no arguing. Eat," Jake ordered, holding his hand in the air before Baylor could protest. "Double check with Hayden first because he might want to play, too. He likes doing that now and then."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," both men said at once.
"I'll ask him when he gets back. Any news from the field?" Terry asked.
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