"Daddy pleeeeaaase can't I get out of the corner?" She rocked on her heels, fidgeting and straining against the rope binding her hands.
"If you want to pick up the change all over the living room, yes."
She pouted, dropped her heels again and twisted her upper body around to glare at him. "I said I was sorry for throwing the change jar."
He nodded and stared at her heels, which were now resting on the floor. "Toes. Now." He growled at her. "And I didn't tell you that you could look at me."
She huffed and pouted, but turned back to the corner and raised back onto her tip toes. Her calves were in knots, her thighs beginning to shake from the effort. "Daddy..." she whimpered, squirming again, but otherwise staying in place.
"Is it respectful to throw things when you are angry Kitten?" His voice was calm, but demanding.
"No Daddy." She could feel her heels dropping again, the longer she stood here, the harder it was to maintain position. She couldn't even say, if asked, why she'd done it.
Daddy had been gone a lot for work lately. One of his managers had just quit- no call, no show, so no warning to schedule a replacement. Daddy had to fill in some of the shifts himself until a new person was trained. She'd been alone a lot lately and he hadn't been able to dedicate as much time to creativity or growing their dynamic. She really, really didn't want to make things harder on him, she understood why he'd been gone and preoccupied, but her bratty middle-brain was less reasonable.
When Daddy had come home late the third day this week and then told her he was now going to have to work late Tuesday night, she was pissed. He'd come in and headed to the bedroom to change clothes, without kissing her or giving her any attention other than a quick hello. The change jar had been right in front of her, she'd swiped it off the shelf like a cat and stood there in defiance, awaiting his reaction. He'd turned around slowly, looked at the coins scattered across the floor, then his icy blue eyes turned to her.
"Baby, did you do that on purpose?" His voice was calm and quiet, but with an extra measure of control that suggested she'd better be VERY careful with her answer.
She met his eyes with what she hoped was her own cool gaze, raised her chin and put her hands on her hips.
"Yes. I did."
"Bedroom. Now." He growled.
She smiled at him triumphant. She had his undivided attention now, damn it! He stood against the open door and let her enter ahead of him, then followed her in, closing the door behind them.
She stopped halfway across the room and turned to face him. He stood, looking down at her, seeming lost in thought. It made her uncomfortable that he was outwardly so calm. He should be furious with her outburst, throwing her across the bed right now and spanking her bare ass with his big hands. Instead, he just stood there, looking down at her. He finally broke the silence when she started to fidget and twist the rings on her fingers in circles.
"Arms up."
She smiled at him again. Ok. Here it goes. He was going to strip her down first, then spank her. She lifted her arms and he removed her shirt, tossing it on the bed nearby. She reached up and linked her fingers behind his neck, standing on tip toe.
He looked into her eyes, his expression unreadable. Feeling suddenly unsure of herself, she kissed him lightly on the mouth, but he did not kiss her back. Instead, he reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, pulled it free of her arms and threw it on the bed as well. Awkward now, she crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her breasts from view. He finally smiled at her, but it wasn't the smile she'd hoped for, it was instead sardonic with a hint of malice. He spun her around by her upper arms, and walked her over to the bed. He bent her over the bed and held her across her upper back and shoulders with one arm, while roughly pulling her skirt off with the other.
She gasped and struggled under him, expecting swats to come next.
"Kitten, I apologize if these are your favorites, but I'll replace them later if they are."
She started to ask what he meant, when he took hold of the waist band of her lacy panties and ripped them free of her hips.
"Daddy!" She gasped, angry and struggling under his arm. He popped her on the ass hard with one hand, leaving big red handprints on her pale skin. Daddy only spanked her like that when he really meant business. She went still and quiet, waiting for whatever came next. He continued to hold her in place, leaning his body over hers so that his mouth was right next to her ear.
"Now that I have your attention," his voice was low and warned of impending reprimand. She wondered for a moment of she'd actually said that out loud when she'd knocked the jar on the floor. She was sure she'd only thought it, but her stomach was full of butterflies and her head felt fuzzy... it made her second guess herself. "I'm going to let you up. Then you're going to march your sweet little ass in there and you're going to get on your hands and knees and pick up Every. Single. Coin."
Oh gods... naked? She was too body conscious. The idea of crawling around for half an hour on all fours while he watched mortified her.
"Daddy please... " she began, but he pushed her head into the bed and cracked her on the ass again, this time in a quick, hard series of smacks that brought tears to her eyes. She went limp and quiet again. He waited a breath to see if she was going to need more before he continued.
"As I said, you will pick up every single coin. Then you will stack them, at my feet, from lowest denomination to highest. Then you will count them and put them back in the jar. If you miss even a single coin and I find it, I will pour the jar back out and you will start over."
She was crying now, heaving in long, frustrated sobs at the idea of the humiliation in store for her. Daddy had never exacted such a harsh punishment- but then she had never rebelled in quite so disrespectful a manner either. He released her and let her get up. She whirled around grasping his shirt in both hands, looking up at him with a faceful of tears.
"Daddy please... please don't make me do this... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I'll never, ever..."
He turned her away from him and pushed her towards the door. She braced herself in the door frame and refused to go through it, crying. She felt him wrap one big hand in her pony tail. He pulled her away from the door, steered her back to the bed and bent her over again, protesting all the way. He reached into the box of toys next to their bed and still holding her in place by her hair, pulled out the riding crop. She caught sight of it in her peripheral and fought him hard, but he leaned his arm down across her back again, pinning her to the bed.
