When the door opened and they stepped in, I heard one of them say, “Good girl” — soft, almost to himself — and even knowing what was coming, it settled something in me. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
{Daddy} "Come here, Baby Girl. Lay across my lap." I moved without hesitation, settling over him, my hands braced lightly against the floor. His hand rested at the small of my back for a moment — warm, steadying — before he spoke again.
{Daddy} "Here is what is going to happen. I am giving you fifteen swats. You will count each one and thank me after every single one. If you miss a count, we start from the beginning — no exceptions. After that, you will be secured to the spanking bench, and Sir will give you the final fifteen with the cane. Now — my hand or the paddle. Your choice
