I had been a bad girl and I knew Daddy was going to be displeased. When He called me into His office, I knew exactly what it was going to be about. I knocked softly on His door, and when Daddy beckoned, I walked in, my head down, shoulders slumped in shame. Daddy was sitting at His desk, and His chair swiveled to face me. His hands were clasped in His lap as he looked hard at me.
"Do you know why you're here, babygirl?" Daddy asked, His voice stern, but calm. He always gave me the chance to admit my sins before calling me out on them.
"Yes, Sir." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't say anything, just lifted an eyebrow, awaiting my admission of guilt.
I took a deep breath. "I touched myself to orgasm without Your permission this week." My face blushed deep as I looked down at the floor, suddenly very interested in every scratch and piece of dust along the weathered wood.
"Look at Me, girl." Daddy ordered and my eyes automatically lifted to His. His sapphire eyes seared into mine. I blushed even harder. "Good. Now, everyone makes mistakes and Daddy can forgive the occasional one, but this didn't just happen once, did it?"
I shook my head. "No, Sir."
"Right. Tell Me again how many times you came this week." He said, His eyes still blazing into mine.
I hesitated, biting my lip. "Three times." I muttered weakly.
"Three times." He repeated, with a slight tsk. "And how many times were you allowed?"
"Zero."
"Zero." He repeated again. "Hmm." He grunted, as if He were musing it over. "Well, girl." He started, rising from His chair and moving to stand in front of me. Daddy was of average male height, but in that moment, He seemed to loom over me. My heart skipped in trepidation. "You have disobeyed Me threefold, so I think it only fair your punishment should be threefold. Don't you agree?"
I didn't. But I knew better than to say that. "Yes, Sir." I mumbled, casting my eyes down. Daddy didn't like that. He tucked his fingers under my chin and roughly raised it so I couldn't look away. "I said, eyes on Me!" He barked, adding a small slap to my cheek once He'd let go of my chin. I didn't dare turn away again.
"Good. Now you should know Daddy didn't just come up with your punishment on a whim. I have thought long and hard about what would be suitable. You need to learn that your actions have consequences. So, first, I am extending your orgasm restriction for another two weeks."
I suppressed my groan. Two weeks? I couldn't even last one, how was I supposed to last two more? It wasn't fair, but I knew better than to challenge Daddy. Daddy determines what is fair, not me.
"Now. Walk up to the edge of My desk, and bend over it." Daddy ordered. I obeyed, approaching the desk, placing both hands and forearms flat against it as I bent forward, my ass pointing outward, legs parted. I felt Daddy's big hand move over one ass cheek, almost caressingly. I knew that wouldn't last. His hand moved down to the hem of my dress, swiftly yanking it up. I quickly thanked every possible version of God, Creator, the Universe, whatever, that I hadn't worn panties today. Daddy wouldn't have liked having to deal with those. He pushed my dress up my back and His hands fell away for a moment. I could feel His eyes on me, examining me. Then that hand was back on my ass.
"I'm not going to go easy on you this time, girl." Daddy said, His voice deep and steely. "Spanking for punishment is not like spanking for play. Understand?"
