For ages, he sat there like that, just holding her, doing his best to soothe her while she cried. And eventually, when his shirt was wet with her tears and her shoulders had stopped shaking, she looked up at him. “Are you sure you still want to be my daddy?”
His heart melted at her insecurity and vulnerability. He kissed her forehead. “Yes, baby girl, I’m sure.”
His reassurance seemed to be all she needed because her whole demeanour changed. He felt the tension leave her body, felt her relax in his arms. Even her breathing changed, becoming calmer and regular.
“And you’re sure I haven’t lost my job?” She looked up at him.
“Yes, baby girl, I’m sure about that, too. You still have your job. You’re even on full pay while you’re on leave. I took care of that for you.”
“What about Janice? I said some pretty nasty things to her. I wasn’t just unprofessional, Daddy. I was horrible. I called her some not very nice names. How can I face her? How can I face anybody? Even Mr. Hutchings...”
“Mr. Hutchings understands,” he cut her off. “He knows how stress affects people. We’re lawyers, remember? We see people at their worst. At their most frightened.”
“I can’t go back there,” Jilly insisted. “I appreciate my job being kept open and everything, but she will make my life hell.”
“No, she won’t. You will apologise to her, and it will be over between you. She’s not the horrible person you think she is, she’s just very loyal to my uncle and expects a high standard of work from my uncle’s employers.”
He watched myriad emotions flick across Jilly’s face. What was she thinking? It was impossible to tell.
“Are Janice and your uncle together? As in, a couple?”
How much should he say? He didn’t want to invade his uncle’s privacy, but at the same time, Jilly might be helped by knowing. As long as she was discreet. He decided to trust her. “They don’t live together, no. Janice is too independent for that. But it was my uncle who gave me that ruler.” He winked as realisation dawned on Jilly’s face.
“Oh.”
“But I expect absolute discretion from you about that,” he warned in as stern a voice as he could muster.
She nodded. “Of course. That goes without saying.”
He smiled. Of course his little girl would do the right thing; she was sweet and good-hearted. “Good.”
Matthew took a deep breath. There was still more they had to discuss: her lying to him. If she had been completely honest with him right from the start she would not be in the predicament she was in now. Taking her hands, he guided her to stand in front of him, between his knees. “Look at me,” he commanded. She did. He didn’t even try to hide his disappointment as he fixed her with a stern stare. “You didn’t tell me the truth, did you, little girl?”
A flash of guilt went across her face quickly, but she looked down once again. He reached out and took her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “At work I knew something was up. I asked you multiple times and you insisted it was fine. Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, but her lower lip quivered. She wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions as what she perhaps thought she was; he could see right through her.
“You lied to me, little girl.” He injected as much hardness into his voice as he could, wanting to intimidate her a bit.
She shook her head.
“Yes, you did. I specifically asked, and you lied. What happens to liars, little girl?”
Her face reddened. Damn, she was cute when she blushed!
“They get spanked, Daddy.” Her voice was quiet, timid.
“That’s right, little girl, they do,” he agreed amicably.
She bit her lip and trembled slightly, making her look even younger and more childlike than she was.
“Daddy is going to spank you now,” he said firmly. Her eyes widened slightly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, looking down again. Once more, he tilted up her chin.
“Do little girls get to keep their pyjama pants on for their spankings, or do they get spanked on their bare bottoms?” He deliberately chose the most embarrassing language that he could think of, wanting to make her blush again. And sure enough, it worked. His cock hardened in his pants as her face flamed.
“They get spanked on their bare bottoms, Daddy,” she whispered.
“That’s right, little girl, they do. Now pull your pants down for Daddy.”
She blushed even more as she shimmied her pyjama pants slowly down her hips, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
“Look at me,” he commanded, knowing that making her maintain eye contact would embarrass her further. “Pull them down properly, all the way. Knickers too. Look at me. I want that bottom completely bare. Naughty little girls who lie to Daddy must be punished soundly.”
She squirmed at his words, and tried to avoid his gaze, as she slid her clothing down past her knees. She cupped her hands in front of her mound, trying to protect her modesty. It amused him, that she thought she could hide herself from him. He pulled her hands away. “Never hide yourself from Daddy,” he scolded lightly. “Daddy wants to see all of you.” Still holding her hands, he lifted them out to the sides and up, making the pyjama shirt she was wearing ride up, exposing her jewels to his gaze. His swollen cock ached, trapped, wanting to be freed from its fabric prison.
Transferring both her wrists to his left hand, he reached out and touched her, dragging one finger up her glistening slit. He licked his lips. “So wet, baby girl,” he murmured. “Do you like the thought of being punished?”
She shook her head, but her slightly parted lips, her ragged breathing, and the mischievous glint in her eyes told the truth.
“I think you do.”
