This was originally posted on an alt account that I can no longer access. Reposting with this account to keep the series together.
I could tell that Daddy had had enough. My brattiness had been off the charts, mainly due to frustration that Daddy had been away for a week. He’d only been back a day and had already retreated to his office. I worried I’d overdone it, until I received a text message summoning me.
I knocked on the closed office door, waiting for him to permit me entry.
I waited.
And waited.
Ten minutes must have passed, but I knew better than to knock again.
‘Come in, Little One.’ He finally called from inside.
Entering the room, I close the door behind me and lean back against it.
‘Hello Daddy.’ I say with a smile.
‘You know why we’re in here, don’t you Little One?’ He asks.
‘I think so Daddy. You’re here because you’re sick of me being a brat. I’m here because you missed me?’
He chuckles lightly. ‘Nearly Little One. One of those things is most certainly true. I missed you desperately while I was away. As soon as I return, your behaviour makes me realise exactly why.’
‘You like it when I’m bratty, Daddy?’
‘Oh yes, Little One. You being bratty makes me hard, because I know you will need to be dealt with.’ He takes a deep breath before continuing.
‘Walk over here Little One.’ He commands.
‘And if I don’t walk to you? What if I crawl to you?’
‘Even better.’ Daddy replies. ‘So, start crawling Little One, you have been bad and we need to talk about it.’
‘Yes Daddy.’
‘That’s it, come to Daddy.’ He comments under his breath as I crawl over slowly, smirking at him. I come to a stop and kneel in front of him.
‘Now,’ he starts. ‘I want you to apologise for your behaviour.’ I lean forward and look into his eyes, defiantly meeting his gaze, the smirk still gracing my face.
‘I’m sorry Daddy.’ I say, but he can tell I don’t mean it.
Daddy leans forward, looks me in the eye and with a smile whispers ‘stay on your knees, but turn around and face the other way.’
I start to turn away from him, holding his gaze until the very last second.
‘What now, Daddy?’
Still whispering, he continues.
‘Pull up your skirt and slide down your underwear.’
‘What underwear, Daddy?’ I ask as I pull up my skirt to reveal my bare behind.
He stands up, walks over to me and gently draws a fingernail down my right bum cheek.
‘Why do you make me do this? Always needing to be taught a lesson.’ He growls.
I gasp at the teasing scrape, the sensation making goosebumps rise on every inch of my skin. ‘I don’t know Daddy’ I breathlessly admit, ‘I can’t help myself. I need this. I need you.’
He walks behind me, raking his nails across my exposed cheeks, moving to stand next to my left hip, then very gently pats my bottom.
I squeak at the touch, then give a harrumph of annoyance. That was a lot lighter than I was expecting. ‘Is that it Daddy?’ I ask looking up at him, a challenge flashing in my eyes.
‘No, Little One.’ He replies, slowly rubbing his hand over my bum to warm it up and bringing a redness to it. He smiles; it’s a wicked smile, full of lust and contempt.
‘You know, I take no enjoyment from this.’ However, the swollen bulge in his trousers betray the obvious lie.
He raises his right hand into the air, palm open, looks at me intently and pauses for a few moments, before bringing it crashing down upon my left cheek with such force the slap echoes around the room.
I cry out at the fierce connection and the strength of the blow makes me stagger forward slightly. The pain makes tears prick in my eyes even as moisture pools between my legs
He smiles, looks at me kindly and asks ‘are you sorry, Little One?’
I fight to keep the tears at bay as I look up at him and answer, ‘yes Daddy’ with a sniff.
He bends down in front of me, raises my chin with his hand and looks at me with love in his eyes and whispers gently.
‘You know Daddy doesn’t like to punish you.’ He whispers, gently. ‘Good girls get treats, naughty girls… well, they get punishment.’ He grips my chin, slightly too hard and brings his lips to mine in a bruising kiss.
‘Now, be a good girl Little One, the punishment will only get worse.’
I grab his bottom lip with my teeth as he pulls back, biting down slightly. Releasing you I say, ‘yes Daddy, I’ll be a good girl.’
He rolls his tongue across his lip where I bit down, smiles at me and strokes my hair. ‘I know you will Little One, you will make Daddy happy.’
He starts to walk away, taking a few steps then turns to look back at me on all fours, his eyes roving across me with blatant hunger and desire blazing in them.
‘You will make Daddy very happy indeed.’ He turns to walk away from me, as I remain exposed and vulnerable on the floor.
I watch him walk away, I know I shouldn’t but I call out to him, my desire for him overwhelming my better judgement. ‘Daddy!’ I cry. ‘Please!’
He looks back and smiles. Seeing the desperate expression on my face, he tilts his head and says, ‘next time, Little One, the punishment will be harsher.’ With wink he walks away, leaving me a tingling mess of pain and arousal.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r5jbqv/daddy_and_little_one