So I thought I’d join in the WIP It Up Wednesday blog hop this week, which is my first ever blog hop! Big thanks to Meredith O’Reilly for helping me figure out how to join in! Today, Laila gets spanked at the zoo in this excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master. The sequel is coming out soon, and Her Daddy and Her Master just came out on Kindle Unlimited so this is a great time to read it!
The petting zoo was just opening as they arrived, and Basil held Laila’s hand as she pulled towards the entrance.
“Hold your horses, little lady, we’ve gotta buy the tickets first!”
“But daddy I need to see the animals! What if a bird comes and they all run away and the petting zoo closes and we never get to see them?”
“That’s very unlikely, sweetheart.” He steered her towards the ticket booth. “Hi, one adult and one Laila… sorry, two adults please.”
“Sure.” The clerk was unphased by Basil’s slip-up and he somehow managed to hold onto Laila while he paid. They went through the turnstile and Basil unfolded the map he’d been given at the ticket booth.
“We’re over here, and that’s where we’re headed. Would you like an ice-cream before you see the Arctic Foxes?” Basil folded the map away and put it in his pocket.
“What’s ice cream?”
“It’s a dessert that’s sort of like the frosting on the top of cupcakes… only colder,” Basil explained. “Want to try one?”
“Yes please, that sounds tasty!”
Basil bought Laila an ice cream from a vendor and handed it to her. He watched her lick it, then her eyes lit up.
“This is tastylicious!” She licked it again, seemingly content with her new food.
“Make sure you look where you’re going so you don’t trip and drop it,” Basil warned, as he saw one of her shoes scrape the uneven edge of a paving slab.
“I will. C’mon we have to see the foxes!” She ran ahead, and was still looking down at her ice-cream when she tripped and fell. Basil sighed.
“Are you hurt?” He asked, and she shook her head then sat up. Then looked down.
Basil followed her gaze. The ice cream had splattered on the floor, the cone was cracked, and Basil was about to tell Laila he would buy her another one, but he never got a chance because she burst into tears.
“My ice cream!” she wailed, crying her little heart out. Basil tried to comfort her but she lashed out at him and kicked her feet against the floor.
“You made me drop it!” she accused, still crying and kicking.
“Laila, calm down, it’s only an ice cream,” Basil said, but she wasn’t listening.
“I want my ice cream!” she shouted, drawing the attention of several passers-by. They didn’t look for long – this was not uncommon on Minos Kerala.
“That’s it young lady, you’re coming with me.” In a swift motion, Basil lifted her over one shoulder and walked towards the sign for the public conveniences. In the block of unisex toilets, there was also a little door marked ‘discipline room’ and the sign above the handle showed it was vacant.
He carried her inside and locked the door behind them. He sat down, threw her over his knee and flipped back the hem of her skirt, then put one hand on her sit spot and paused.
“Do you know why you’re getting a spanking?” he asked.
“Because you’re mean!” Laila replied, her voice slightly muffled. “You’re the meanest mean of all the mean-means!”
Basil could only guess what conclusions Laila was jumping to.
“I’ll scream so loud they’ll break the door down and stop you!” she challenged, still upturned on his knee.
“I don’t think you understand where you are. Perhaps you didn’t try to read the sign on the door.” Basil paused to let that unnerve her slightly. “You’re in a discipline room. That’s a special room for dominants, daddies or masters to be able to punish their submissives, littles, slaves or whatnot.” He paused again. He wanted to be sure she fully knew what was happening. “You’ll notice the paddle and crop hanging on the wall next to that cane. Disciplining a naughty bottom is viewed as just as necessary as going to the toilet or eating around here. Scream as much as you like. Nobody will intervene.”
“I hate you!” Laila snarled, trying to kick free.
“You don’t mean that.” Basil let it wash over him. As much as he disliked her behavior, he knew full well that this ongoing tantrum was actually a good (if unwanted) sign; Laila felt safe enough to test the boundaries. Now it was his job to enforce them, so she knew he would always catch her. “I am going to spank you now because your behavior today has been unacceptable. After I’ve decided you have learnt the lesson, you will be forgiven. I know you dropped your ice cream but you didn’t even give me a chance to make it better by buying you another, you just threw a tantrum.”
“I didn’t throw a tantrum! I was sad about my ice cream!” she shouted, trying to wriggle free.
Basil ignored her, reflecting that this was his least favorite part of being a daddy, although he knew it was very important. He cupped his hand slightly as he brought it down, making contact with Laila’s cheeks and noticing how the blow sent very faint ripples through her sit spot. She yelped, although he knew for a fact it hadn’t been a hard swat. He added another one, then kept going, making sure to use a steady pace so she didn’t have a chance to get a handle on the situation. Once she had settled down a little, she stopped struggling, and Basil got a chance to think about how they’d got to this point.
He preferred to use the least amount of spanking necessary, although now he reflected that he had been a bit lax since they arrived on Minos Kerala. The state of Laila’s room should have been his first clue, he thought. It wouldn’t surprise him if the Lost City of Atlantis – that was later found again, having re-located to a pseudo-planet in the Metafysikos system, shortly before it was lost forever during the un-terraforming wars – was hiding under a pile of her laundry.
He added a couple of sharp smacks to her sit spot, thinking that he should’ve spent more time with her after they arrived on the planet. Was it so much to expect Flin to help out with keeping Laila on the straight and narrow? Basil decided to talk to Flin as soon as he next saw him. Laila was turning into a handful, and she was going to need consistency. Basil kept spanking Laila’s bottom, as it went from pale pink to a deeper shade of rose, and she seemed to be just accepting that this was happening now. She was still kicking, of course, but he figured it was some sort of reflex rather than a desire to escape.
“Please, daddy, I’m sorry.” she said at length, and Basil knew she’d held out as long as she could before saying it.
“Thank-you for apologizing, Laila, I will accept your apology once the spanking is over.” he said, feeling resolute that he was going to make sure his little girl didn’t become a spoiled brat. His hand was starting to get warm, and Laila’s attitude seemed to have improved so he gave her a few more spanks then released her.
That would have been the end of it, had Laila not said, “I still think you’re being mean.”
Lots of love,