Big Daddy Sheriff (Big Cedar Daddies #1)

Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Daddy! I didn’t think you could hear me!” Alyssa said.

Quinn had guided her by the elbow all the way to the house. That had been embarrassing enough. Her friends knew she was in trouble. How humiliating could this get?

She was about to find out.

“So you only obey the rules when I’m around?” Quinn asked.

Alyssa gave a little nervous laugh before saying, “No. I didn’t mean it like that, Daddy.”

“Well, what did you mean?”

She stood there in the living room, shifting nervously on her feet, as her mind grappled with a good response. After a few seconds, she gave up and tried the apology route.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“That’s right,” Quinn said. “You shouldn’t have. And I’m glad you’re sorry. But I suspect you’ll be even sorrier in a few minutes. Lower those shorts and panties, honey. You’re getting a spanking.”

He slid his belt off and folded it in half while she disrobed from the waist down.

There was no hiding the fact that she was trembling.

While she’d adapted easily into life with a Daddy, she’d yet to receive her first spanking. She was starting to think Quinn was a bit soft. There were times she’d deserved one. But her luck had run out. She’d tested his patience one too many times. Now, it wasn’t all fun and games.

“Bend over the couch, honey. Stick that cute little bottom up.”

“There isn’t anything cute or little about my bottom,” she muttered.

She instantly realized that was a huge mistake.

The belt slapped across her cheeks before she was even in position, and she lurched forward with a shocked yelp.

“Daddy!” she yelled.

“Save it, little girl. We’re just getting started. Now bend over.”

Without further protest, she did as told, putting her hands on the arm rest and arching her back so that her naked cheeks were in the right position.

The right position for Daddy’s belt.

She yelped more as the belt made contact once again, bringing with it a jarring, searing pain that nearly took her breath away. Quinn didn’t give her very long to recover before unleashing a volley of spanks that had her shuffling on her feet as a deep-rooted pain set in. Her whimpers turned into sobs. Hot tears clouded her vision and streaked down her face.

The spanking seemed to last an eternity. In reality, it was only about two minutes. That was plenty long, though. By the time it ended, Alyssa’s bottom was a raging inferno. It would be some time before the fire died down to embers.

But the discipline was just getting started.

“Come here, honey,” Quinn said, taking her by the elbow and guiding her until she was positioned on his lap while he sat on the couch. “Do you understand why Daddy spanked you?”

“Because I said nasty things about myself,” Alyssa answered.

“That’s right. And you even doubled down on them, right before the spanking, with that little comment about your bottom,” he said. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. “Honey, Daddy can’t let you say such awful things. The more you say them, the more you’ll believe them. This is rooted deep within you, and I want to help. We need to break these negative patterns.” He kissed her again and held her tightly against him while she continued to cry. He felt his shirt growing damp from her flowing tears. “I want you to think about what got you here. I want you to remember it. Maybe if you reflect on it, you won’t make the same mistake in the future. Now, this won’t be pleasant, but I believe it’s necessary.”

Alyssa’s heart rate increased as a nervousness seized her. What did Daddy have in mind?

“What’s g-going on?”

He helped her off his lap and stood. “You’re about to see.”

He took her by the hand and led her toward their bedroom.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go get the butt plug.”