I whisper into your ear, "You were a naughty girl tonight, weren't you?"
We've just gotten back, I've just locked the door behind us. Already I've pushed your back against it, my hand firm on your shoulder. You struggle for a moment, out of habit, out of sassiness, and I step in even closer, my other hand grabbing your chin. "Weren't you, young lady?"
You can tell by my tone that I mean business, but you think you might be able to talk your way out of it. "Come on, you know I didn't mean anything by..."
I put my index finger over your lips. "Shhhh. You know it's important to daddy that you behave yourself."
You try to think of a way to save your little bottom. Already your voice is softer, more subdued. "But daddy, I didn't mean to..."
I trace your lips with my thumb, the rest of the hand holding your chin. I've previously kissed off all of your lipstick in the cab. "Shhhh. You're going to have to be a good girl now and listen. Here, suck your daddy's thumb while you listen." My thumb slips between your lips, and you open your mouth just a little bit. I smile at your resistance. "You can do better than that, little beauty".
Eyes downcast, you take my thumb in your mouth and softly suck. You feel both the initial embarrassment at being treated like a petulant child, and also something else. You feel that strange mixture of safety and helplessness that come from surrendering control of yourself to your loving and stern daddy.
"That's a good girl. Now listen: it's very important to daddy that you behave yourself when we're out and about. Now you know that I'll never stop you from having fun or behaving unlike a proper young lady; but you also know that you have to be punished for misbehaving when you get home. Because daddy has to teach you what happens to naughty girls. You know that, don't you princess?"
Still sucking my thumb, you know that your best bet is to just nod. You now know that you've got a spanking coming, and you're focusing on not making it worse.
"Now pull up your little dress with both hands so daddy can see if your wearing those panties he picked out for you yesterday."
Your little cheeks start to redden as your mistake! You're wearing the wrong panties, and all you can do is hope I've forgotten which pair I told you to wear for me.
But of course I remember. And you're going to have a hard time over my knee tonight, little beauty...
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