Daddy's Love

Chapter 23: 23 - Daddy spanked

I drag Christian to my room despite his protests and screams. I hope the girls don't wake up. I put him

over my knee after doing away with his denims. He keeps on struggling trying to get away.

"Jay! Seriously! Stop it! I am not a little! I am a fucking Dom." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"Never said you weren't." I continue to pull his pants down and then lock his legs in between mine and

grab the wooden ruler from the nearby table.

Smack smack smack

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Christian tenses his butt, but remains stoic otherwise. Not for long.

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He starts moving a little, despite himself. His but going a shade of pink.

SMACK SMACK Smack smack

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I concentrate on his sit spots.

"Ow Ow! Stop!"

He puts his hand back to cover his butt and I lock his hand on the small of his back and continue

assaulting his butt.

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"shit. I am sorry. Please stop! Ow!"

"Now I have your attention, don't I?" I ask him, stopping for a bit.

"Yes." He pants.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir." He says automatically.

"I need you to listen very carefully to me now. After I let you go, you will stand up and strip off all your

clothes and then come back over my knee without any fuss and then tell me what is wrong. An I clear?"

I ask him and he groans.

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"Ow! Ow! Yes, stop okay" He screams.

I let him go and he strips off his clothes, the pain in his behind making all his modesty go out of the

window for a bit. He hesitates, but I guess the look on my face brings him back on my lap.

"What's wrong, love?" I rub his butt and ask him gently. He starts crying at my unexpected gentleness

and tells me, after a couple of encouragement spanks how he was not feeling good ever since he left

my place because he felt guilty for disappointing me as he did not want to move in together with me.

He was growing upset by the day and taking it out on Ana, snapping at her for every little thing.

"And then she asked me if she could go back home in a week as that'd be the end of the month and Of

course I'd said earlier that she could go back. I refused and said she couldn't. She started crying and

did not want to have her lunch. That's when I lost it. I think she saw my red eyes and freaked out and

ran to you then."

"Chris, that is so.... disappointing. You scared the living daylights out of the poor human baby, for no

apparent fault of hers. Being a daddy and a Vampire comes with a lot of responsibility. You cannot do

this. It's wrong on so many levels." I admonish him gently.

He just cries.

"Now I want you to know that you should never do something that you don't want to. I am proud of you

for not moving in together for the sake of it. Please do whatever you want for yourself and feel free to

talk to me about it. Having said that I'm not proud of the way you handled the situation with Ana. That

was very wrong." I rub his back.

"Now, I want you to go and bend down on the edge of the bed. You'll be getting the belt."

"I.... I am so sorry."

"I know you are. You'll be getting a hundred. I hope by the end of it you realise that you are not to do

that ever again. Never scare the little girls with your red eyes and fangs. You are there to protect her.

She should feel the safest in your arms and not scared of being around you."

By the end of it Christian was a crying mess, bawling like a baby. I had to hold him down for the last

twenty, using my Vampire strength on him.

"Hushh… Shhh.... I know, I know. It hurts so much but it's all over now. All done. You are fine." I try to

lay him back on the bed to apply some soothing gel on his butt when he panics.

"No more! I said I am sorry! Please!"

"Chris, just laying you down so that I can apply some aloe gel on you. It's okay, love. Relax, darling."

Obviously, he is far from relaxed. He winces and flinches when I first apply the gel but is asleep before I

even finish. I put a blanket on him and go on to check on the girls.