absolutely roasting her from behind, was a bone-deep weariness that left her quite simply exhausted. She lay there when it was done, panting and wailing, aching and feeling intensely sorry for herself. She was sweating she was so hot, and even though his hand had ceased its relentless attack, the heat continued to flare under her skin, growing hotter and hotter by the minute, impossible to ignore and equally impossible to extinguish especially when she couldn’t get her hands free to rub.
Eventually his grip on her relaxed and Judy slid from his lap, collapsing on the floor at his feet. On hands and knees, hardly able to see through her tears, she crawled away from him, woundedly dragging herself into the nearest corner where she huddled in misery. Her bottom hurt so much, she could barely stand to touch it. She sucked two rapid breaths, hissing them through her teeth when she tried, skimming the tender summits with the barest tips of her fingers before Papa’s snapping fingers caught her attention.
Wasn’t it over yet? Trembling, Judy swiped the tears from her eyes long enough to look at him. She might not understand the garble of words he spat at her, but when he crooked his 44
finger and beckoned “Come here” had a universal look to it.
She hesitated, her hands hovering protectively around the swollen outer edges of her bottom.
Going anywhere near him was the last thing she wanted to do.
Scratch that. The last thing she wanted was to end up back across his knee again. For anything. Ever.
So back onto her feet she climbed because there was just no way in hell that she was going to crawl to him. There were only fifteen or so feet separating them, but as she took that first one to close the distance, her hands crept automatically behind her, vainly attempting to shield all the places she’d never be able to protect once she reached his side. It was such a childish thing to do, and by the time she reached the end of his knees, she honestly hated herself for not being strong enough to defy him completely.
He caught the tip of her chin between thumb and forefinger, raising her face to his. Twin tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as she waited, not daring to pull away, protectively framing the swollen heat of her buttocks and praying that a second round of walloping would not be called for. As absorbed as she was in trying to anticipate his next move, she didn’t even see the napkin in his hand until he covered her nose with it.
Stepping back was sheer reflex but his free hand promptly caught the nape of her neck, holding her in place. Judy opened her mouth just to keep breathing, which was when it occurred to her that his intent was likely not to smother her. She went nearly cross-eyed as she looked first from the napkin and then back to him. When he simply waited, she gave in and blew. Her humiliation dropped to a whole new level of childish lows as she let him wipe her nose for her.
She imagined she could still feel the heat in his spanking hand as he found a clean section of the napkin with which to wipe the tears from her face. She caught a really good glimpse of his palm when he tugged the ribbons from her braids, and his skin hardly looked red at all. Or sore.
It probably wasn’t even tingling, and how unfair was that when here she was hardly able to move!
Her breath came as a shuddery gasp and another belated tear slipped past her lashes to wander the length of her flushed cheek. He caught it with the pad of his thumb, then pulled her in closer to stand between his slightly splayed knees. Gently so as not to pull, he combed out both braids with his fingers, and Judy let him. She sniffled, her head bowed, letting him touch her however it pleased him. At least he wasn’t spanking her anymore. She drew some comfort from that.
With her hair untangled, Papa stood and quietly left the room. Judy remained exactly where he’d left her, sniffling now and again, but she didn’t even look
Eventually his grip on her relaxed and Judy slid from his lap, collapsing on the floor at his feet. On hands and knees, hardly able to see through her tears, she crawled away from him, woundedly dragging herself into the nearest corner where she huddled in misery. Her bottom hurt so much, she could barely stand to touch it. She sucked two rapid breaths, hissing them through her teeth when she tried, skimming the tender summits with the barest tips of her fingers before Papa’s snapping fingers caught her attention.
Wasn’t it over yet? Trembling, Judy swiped the tears from her eyes long enough to look at him. She might not understand the garble of words he spat at her, but when he crooked his 44
finger and beckoned “Come here” had a universal look to it.
She hesitated, her hands hovering protectively around the swollen outer edges of her bottom.
Going anywhere near him was the last thing she wanted to do.
Scratch that. The last thing she wanted was to end up back across his knee again. For anything. Ever.
So back onto her feet she climbed because there was just no way in hell that she was going to crawl to him. There were only fifteen or so feet separating them, but as she took that first one to close the distance, her hands crept automatically behind her, vainly attempting to shield all the places she’d never be able to protect once she reached his side. It was such a childish thing to do, and by the time she reached the end of his knees, she honestly hated herself for not being strong enough to defy him completely.
He caught the tip of her chin between thumb and forefinger, raising her face to his. Twin tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as she waited, not daring to pull away, protectively framing the swollen heat of her buttocks and praying that a second round of walloping would not be called for. As absorbed as she was in trying to anticipate his next move, she didn’t even see the napkin in his hand until he covered her nose with it.
Stepping back was sheer reflex but his free hand promptly caught the nape of her neck, holding her in place. Judy opened her mouth just to keep breathing, which was when it occurred to her that his intent was likely not to smother her. She went nearly cross-eyed as she looked first from the napkin and then back to him. When he simply waited, she gave in and blew. Her humiliation dropped to a whole new level of childish lows as she let him wipe her nose for her.
She imagined she could still feel the heat in his spanking hand as he found a clean section of the napkin with which to wipe the tears from her face. She caught a really good glimpse of his palm when he tugged the ribbons from her braids, and his skin hardly looked red at all. Or sore.
It probably wasn’t even tingling, and how unfair was that when here she was hardly able to move!
Her breath came as a shuddery gasp and another belated tear slipped past her lashes to wander the length of her flushed cheek. He caught it with the pad of his thumb, then pulled her in closer to stand between his slightly splayed knees. Gently so as not to pull, he combed out both braids with his fingers, and Judy let him. She sniffled, her head bowed, letting him touch her however it pleased him. At least he wasn’t spanking her anymore. She drew some comfort from that.
With her hair untangled, Papa stood and quietly left the room. Judy remained exactly where he’d left her, sniffling now and again, but she didn’t even look
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