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The sound of the front door closing let him know that she had finally arrived. He understood that unexpected things, such as being called back into work, or forgetting to pick up a refill card for her phone, would happen. But what really irked him, was when they would plan on having playtime and she simply failed to show up. No explanation until after the fact. He'd be ok with something simple like, "Daddy, I can't play today."
"Hello, Princess! Would you come in here for a minute?" she heard, his voice coming from the den. She could tell something was wrong. When she walked into the other room, he was sitting at the computer desk.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked cautiously. She could tell by the look on his face, and the way he was sitting, that she had done something to upset him. For several minutes, she stood perfectly still, hands clasped in front of her, waiting.
"We need to talk," he stated firmly but calmly, "and do you know what we need to talk about?" He watched her face intently. Her expression slowly changed from mild confusion to apparent understanding.
A slight blush rose to her cheeks, as she lowered her head. Her bangs had fallen to cover her eyes, which she had closed in embarrassment, "I think so, Sir," she mumbled.
"What was that? And look at me when you answer, Young Lady!" his stern tone causing her head to snap up, and her back to straighten. Daddy was trying to help her gain some of the confidence in herself, that she lost in her last relationship.
She wanted to make Daddy proud, so she stood tall and looked at him, but it was hard to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes. Finding her voice again, she repeated louder this time, "I think that I do, sir."
"And what would that be?" he asked.
"I fell asleep and missed our chat-date last night," she replied.
"Yes... yes, you did. And this isn't the first time, is it?"
"N-no, Sir," she stammered. When she saw the disappointment on his face, she felt even worse about what had happened. The first tear started making its way down her cheek. "I'm s-s-sorry, Daddy!"
"Apologies won't work this time," he said as he stood up. He pointing to a spot at the side of the desk and commanded, "Come over here!"
When she reached the desk, he pushed the blotter and other paperwork to the side. "Lean over and turn your head towards the wall."
The anxiety and fear built as she bent over and placed her cheek on the smooth, dark wood. Since she could not see what Daddy was doing, she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself like Daddy had taught her. She took in slow even breaths, as she felt him run his hand down her back and lift the back of her skirt, exposing her ass.
"When we started this relationship, you and I sat down and made a list of things that we both agreed on doing with, and for, each other. Minor things, like not sending me a picture of your outfit until later in the day, instead of before you go to work... those I can forgive." His hand was caressing the cheeks of her ass as he spoke, and she loved how it felt. But when she heard him open one of the desk drawers, her heart almost stopped. "However," he continued, "when we schedule playtime, and I even take time off from work so that I can spend it with you, and then you don't let me know that you can't play. That is a major problem. You've broken the rules one to many times, Little One."
She felt Daddy's hand move from her ass to the small of her back, and press down, holding her still against the edge of the desk. "You are going to count for me, Baby Girl. And if you don't, or you forget what number we are on, I will start over. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said meekly, and then felt the sting on her ass, as the paddle struck home on her left butt cheek. She clenched her eyes tightly, waiting for the next swat.
"I don't hear you counting!" he said, smacking her other cheek with the paddle.
Tears fell from her cheek to the desk. "One, Sir!"
"Very good. Now, why am I spanking you?" he asked, moving back to the left side.
"C-cause I broke the rules, Daddy."
"How many is that?"
"T-two, Daddy!"
"Good girl. And what rule did you not follow?" The paddle striking the right cheek this time.
"N-n-not st-sticking to my sc-schedule, Sir. Oh, and three, Sir!"
The paddle striking her left ass caused her to grip the sides of the desk, and tears to fall even harder. Through the haze of pain, she heard Daddy ask, "Are you going to tell Daddy if you cannot keep to our schedule, next time?"
"Fo-four, Dad-dy... I p-promise, Daddy!" she said through gritted teeth.
"That's..." whack! The paddle comes down on her right butt even harder than before. "...right. You will, won't you?"
"Ff-ive, S..." Before she could finish, she felt the sting of the paddle once more on the left side.
"Ahhh!" she cried out, "Ye-yes, S-sir! S-s-six, S-s-sir! I w-will, Da-addy, I-i-i p-pro-mise, Daddy!", tears running down her face.
She heard him set the paddle down on the desk. Thoughts of relief ran through her mind, hoping that he was done with the spanking. When she heard him rummaging in the desk drawer again though, her heart felt like it skipped a beat. "What's next?" she thought.
Daddy stood next to her, and slowly pulled her panties down, exposing her ass even more. He started running his hand softly over her bare cheeks, somewhat admiring the rosy color now spreading across her beautiful ass.
"You know that I don't like punishing you, Princess, right?" he asked, as he opened the tube of arnica gel. Daddy squeezed out a small amount of the gel into his hand and started to rub it on her backside. "This will help keep the bruises down, Princess."
The cooling gel felt so good on her burning cheeks, that she raised up on tiptoe offering more of her ass to Daddy. "Mmm, that feels nice, Daddy. And yes, Sir, I realize that I was a bad girl. I know I deserved the spanking, and that you only want the best for me. Thank you, Daddy."
Easing his Baby Girl's panties back up, Daddy helped her stand and led her to over to the small couch. He pulled her gently down into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Daddy caressed her hair as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you so much, Kitten. We have rules for a reason, and I am proud of how well you took your punishment. Let Daddy hold you for a while, then maybe we can play like we were going to do online."
