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spanking, I'm not going to hurt you."
    "Your hand hurt so much," Meg sniffled. "The hairbrush is going to kill me. I can't take it, David. I can't!"
    "Sweetheart," he said gently, sadly. "You don't have a choice. You'll have to trust that I won't take the punishment father than it needs to go, but it's going to happen all the same."
    "No!" she wept. She tried to wiggle off his lap. But with her hands still held tight behind her, there was no getting up until he allowed it. "Please, no!"
    "What's the rule, Meg?" he softly countered.
    She stilled over his knee, gasping and hiccupping miserably. "D-Daddy's the boss."
    "That's right. And I won't allow anything to harm you. Not even yourself. You drove all day yesterday and all morning today. You yourself admitted that the reason you weren't wearing your seatbelt was because you got out of the car to stretch your legs just down the road from here. I put you down to nap for a reason; I can see in your eyes how tired you are, even though you're excited. And I'm flattered that you want to stay up to be with me. But you need to trust that I know what's best for you. Right now, what's best for you is rest."
    She whimpered. "Are-are you going to spank me hard?"
    His hand stroked her bottom. "I'm sorry, baby girl, but yes. I am. This is for punishment, and that means it has to be hard. You've been argumentative and willful. You knew what you were doing was going to land you bottom-up over my knee, otherwise you wouldn't have tried so hard to hide your disobedience when you heard me coming."
    She moaned, bowing her head almost to the floor.
    "I am also not going to allow your little girl to hide behind the big girl every time she gets into trouble."
    She began to cry all over again. "I'm sorry."
    "I know. But it's disappointing that you would try. And it's not going to alter the outcome of this. What did I tell you last Friday when we talked about your coming here?"
    "You said...you..." her voice faltered when she felt his hand leave her skin. It was replaced an instant later by the cool round head of the wooden hairbrush. "You said n-naughty girls get sp-spanked."
    And he did. One quick snap of his wrist and Meg arched stiffly, shouting out in pain as that hairbrush lay smack after sharp, stinging smack all across her flanks. Her bottom bounced under the flattening impacts of the brush, as it quickly painted the blushing cheeks and the tender tops of her thighs a darker shade of scarlet. His hand kept hers pinned behind her back, well up and out of his way. The more she thrashed, the tighter his legs clamped over hers and the harder he spanked her.
    Within a minute, her shouts had turned to wails of pleading and then to heart-wrenching sobs, but still he didn't stop spanking. Not until her entire bottom was a hot, cherry red and Meg had struggled herself into exhaustion.
    Letting the brush fall to the floor, he held her face-down over his lap, letting her cry as much as she needed to while his hand rubbed her bottom gently, soothing away the pain. It was several long minutes before he pulled her upright so that he could hold her. Any fears that he had taken the punishment farther than she could bear evaporated when she curled herself tight against his chest, her hot bottom pressing over his groin as she drew up her legs, trying to squeeze all of her into his embrace. Clinging to his shoulders, she pressed her face to his neck and just cried
    David rocked her, stroking her back and dropping kisses on her forehead until her ragged sobs had turned to hiccups, then to sniffles, and then only to the occasional sniffle. One at a time, her legs slipped out of his arms and, with gentle thuds, her feet dropped back onto the carpet. When he leaned back to look at her, he found that she had fallen asleep with her thumb in her mouth. Her other hand was lightly pressed to the side of one bright red and swollen hip.
    Well, at least she was resting now. And this time, when he tucked her into bed there