“Are you going to lie to Daddy anymore?” he asked, punctuating his words with another smack.
“No, sir!” she yelped.
“Are you going to be honest and tell Daddy everything?” Another smack, lower this time, catching the juncture where her bottom met her thighs, eliciting a cry from her.
“Yes, Daddy!” she insisted, sounding breathless. “I promise!”
“I hope you do.”
Matthew held her firmly and increased the power behind the swats, wanting to show her that he meant business, and this was an actual punishment. Her moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of pain as he continued to rain down stinging spanks, methodically reddening every inch of her exposed bottom. Her delightful little squirms of arousal before now turned to a genuine struggle to escape the fiery blows.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried. “I really am!”
“There’s going to be complete honesty from now on, isn’t there?” he asked, pausing for a brief moment to let her answer. Her bottom was warm where he rested his hand.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
Another flurry of hard swats had her wriggling and begging. He stopped to examine his handiwork, rubbing his palm over her hot skin. Her bottom was a magnificent shade of pink, with a few darker streaks outlining his fingers.
“In everything? You’re not going to hide anything from Daddy or think you should be taking care of it all by yourself instead of letting Daddy help you?”
“I will tell you everything, Daddy,” she promised, her voice breaking.
“Good girl.” He patted her bottom, rubbing in gentle circles for a few moments, allowing her the time to catch her breath. If she wasn’t crying yet, it sounded like tears might be close. It was time to drive the lesson home. He sat her up, lifting her to stand in front of him, between his knees. She was a very sorry-looking little girl, with her quivering pout, eye lashes damp with tears, her hands trembling. He took her hands in his, stroking them gently, wanting to reassure her, comfort her.
“Do you have a wooden spoon in your kitchen?”
She nodded.
“Go and get it for me, please.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock, but she stepped out of her pants that had pooled at her feet and scurried to obey, her hands reaching behind her to rub her bottom as she walked. “No rubbing!” he scolded. “It’s meant to hurt. Be quick!”
The bottom half of her was hidden from view by the kitchen counter, but he could see the top half of her as she did what he had asked. Her hair fell in her face as she was looking down and she brushed it back with the hand that held the spoon as she turned around to return to the couch. She looked both ashamed and frightened as she came to stand in front of him and held the wooden spoon out toward him.
“Ask me to spank you with it,” he commanded.
She looked at him in alarm, then she sucked in a deep breath, looked down at the floor.
“Look at me.” He touched her chin, reminding her. She had a very bad habit of avoiding his gaze when she was in trouble. That would need to change.
Slowly, she lifted her head and bravely met his gaze. She laid the wooden spoon on her side-by-side upturned palms and offered it to him. “Please spank me with this wooden spoon, Daddy,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He reached out and took the spoon. It was small and lightweight, but it would do. Used right, it would still impart enough of a sting to teach her the lesson he wanted her to learn. He tucked it beside him on the couch, underneath the leg of his jeans, while he guided her back across his lap and got her positioned how he wanted her, adjusting her so her bottom was just at the right height. He rubbed the cool wood over her pink flesh and watched her bottom quiver in response to the gentle touch.
“I’m going to spank you ten times with this and you’re going to count them. After each smack you will say ‘I won’t hide things from Daddy.’ Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Holding her firmly, he delivered the first swat, landing the spoon harshly on her lower left cheek, right where she would feel it when she sat.
“Ow. One!” Jilly cried out. “I won’t hide things from Daddy.”
He gave her a matching smack on the other side, and she yelped and squirmed before answering.
“Two!” she called out, sounding a bit breathless. “I won’t hide things from Daddy.”
By the time the sixth and seventh smacks had fallen, Jilly’s voice had gone from a breathless whimper to a sobbing, garbled promise that was almost impossible to understand. Small pink circles dotted both cheeks where the spoon had fallen, darker spots on top of the spanking she’d already received. Judging by the change in her tone, it sounded like his message was getting through.
He snapped the spoon down again, a bit harder this time, and she bucked on his lap.
“Eight,” she sobbed. “I won’t hide things from Daddy.”
“You’re doing well, little girl,” he encouraged. “Two more to go.”
Another solid swat to her sit-spot.
“Nine!” she cried. “I won’t hide things from Daddy.” Her words were completely unintelligible and her shoulders shook with sobs.
Matthew brought the spoon down again quickly for the final time.
“Ten,” she whispered, repeating her promise again. But again, he couldn’t understand what she was saying.
He let her lie there for a few minutes while
