It’s been awhile since I FFF‘d. And I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to find inspiration for this photo…but, I just started writing, and this is where it took me. Head over to the Flash Fiction Friday site to join in the writing fun!
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Will you spank me, Daddy…” Her slightly averted, pleading eyes, her bouncing pigtails, her pink-cheeked, smiling face..all of it framed by his naked, spread knees, made him smile.
“Why, princess?” His right eye squinted as his lips curved up in a wicked curl.
“Because it’s my birthday.”
“It’s not your birthday, princess. Why are you lying?”
“I’m not lying, Daddy.”
“Oh, but love, you are. You are lying, and you know it, don’t you?”
“Why would I lie, Daddy?”
“Because you want me to spank you harder, baby. And you know what, I ought to send you away right now for your naughtiness. But, you know what I’m going to do instead, my girl?”
Her smile had faded, a shamed blush taking its place.
“I’m going to spank you. I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t forget it. And the next time you feel the need to hand me such an unnecessary and silly story just to get what you want, you’ll be sent to the corner.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly, with great intent, as if he were counting backwards to keep his calm.
He patted his lap.
She moved instantly, positioning herself across legs, her full breasts pressing into the outside of his left thigh, her belly pushing against his right.
“With every strike, princess, I want to you say I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Meekly, she whispered, “Yes, Daddy…”
Raising his voice slightly, he demanded, “Speak up, girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, clearly and obediently.
His hand came down hard to meet her bare bottom, leaving its telltale red print, like a semi-permanent tattoo.
Her voice rang out, in between each resounding smack, her rear-end quivering, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
But she was not.
- Things that go “mmmmm” in the dark