He knew it wasn’t easy and that she was getting tired. She’d sniffled loudly a couple of times, most likely on the hopes that he’d hear and take pity on her.It had been an hour since he’d put her there. Usually she balked at corner time. But today she’d been so relieved that the punishment was over she’d scurried off on his command, sobbing all the way.The vantage point allowed him to enjoy the view of her full bottom, the center bright red from where he’d concentrated the spanks with the wicked maple paddle. It was not unusual for him to redden her bottom. However, the six dark lines overlaying the red splotches were out of the ordinary.Her sobs had become little hiccoughs now, and he wondered if the shock had subsided as well. He knew his little princess had not believed he’d go through with it—not believed that he’d actually use the cane.He’d proven her wrong.She was usually so well behaved for her daddy. But lately she’d been acting out. He knew it was because he’d been busy with work, and that although she tried to understand, sometimes she wasn’t getting enough attention and she’d become moody, fretful.
