“Come here babygirl” he said softly but firmly.

I didn’t want to. I knew that once I reached him my fate would be sealed. Not that there was much wiggle room now- but a girls got to keep her hopes up.

He saw the hesitation, read the conflicting emotions running across my face and the panic in my eyes , which darted from side to side as if looking for an escape.

He sighed. “Come here” he order again, this time in his Dom voice, the one that never failed to make my knees weak or send a chill down my spine. This time was like all the rest.

My eyes already began tearing up as I forced my shaky legs to take step after step until I was directly in front of him.

I stared down at my shifting feet, unable to stay still with all the nervous energy running though me.

“Look at me baby”

When I didn’t, he let out a displeased noise and grabbed by chin, forcing me to look at him.

“When I say something, I expect to be obeyed immediately. That’s one of the reasons we are here today. Why don’t you tell me why else we are here?”

I was gathering my thoughts, trying to calm myself enough to speak but I guess he thought I was being deliberately obstinate because he immediately pulled me over his lap and began peppering sharp smacks all over my short-clad bottom.

“When (smack)… I (smack)… ask (smack)… you (smack)… a (smack)… question (smack)… I (smack)… expect (smack)… an (smack)…answer (smack). Do you understand? “ he asked.

The shorts did nothing to lessen the sting of his heavy hand. “Yes Sir” I screeched as he landed several hard smacks to my right thigh in a row.

He stood me back up and this time I didn’t take my eyes of his as he started talking again.

“Tell me why we are here”

“ Because I asked for this” I admitted, red faced from the short spanking but also because he was doing this because I had asked him to. What kind of person asks for this torture I thought morbidly.

“And why did you feel this was necessary?”

I shifted again but answered quicker this time. “Because…because I’m not happy with the way things are”.

He just stared, waiting for me to elaborate.

It all came gushing out in a rush “I…I want to be submissive, to be daddy’s good little girl. I want to be obedient and respectful. I want to break my bad habits because they are only hurting me and making me unhappy. I want to be a better person” I sniffled miserably.

He gave me a small smile. “Good girl, now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

I shook my head but at his stern look quickly gave the verbal answer he was waiting on. “No sir”.

“Baby I am glad you trust me to take care of you, to know what you need, to not harm you. I want you to know that this isn’t a punishment but rather a reminder that this isn’t a lifestyle that you can continue. You are an amazingly remarkable woman but you have some things to work on. It’s going to hurt. A lot. Maybe even worse than a punishment spanking. That’s because there won’t be a set number or a set end. I’m going to discipline every inch of that naughty bottom and even the tops of your thighs. I’m not going to stop when you beg or scream or cry. I’m only going to stop when I’m absolutely sure I believe you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

Tears were slipping down my cheeks now but I nodded. “Yes daddy” I whispered.