"Hey there princess." Whispered J from behind the door.
T sniffled and took a deep breath. "h, hey Daddy."
"Wanna unlock the door for me so we can talk?" J said.
T paused for a few seconds and then stood. She slowly reached for the door handle and opened it for him.
When J saw her his heart melted. His little girl's face was streaked with tears and her hair was a mess. T's nose was running and she kept sniffling. He slowly walked in so he didn't startle her and opened his arms for her.
T looked at him and knew that he was letting her take the lead for now. He didn't want to push her and she realized that even though she had fucked up so thoroughly, he was here to stay. That one simple gesture, opening his arms for her was enough to calm her down and let her know that he was her safe place.
T sobbed and practically lept into J's waiting arms.
"OH DADDY!" she cried when he wrapped her in his strong embrace, "I messed up so bad! Sara hates me now!"
She shook and new tears ran down her cheeks onto his shirt. "I don't know, I.. Don't... Know what to do!" She cried.
"Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy is here." J whispered and just squeezed. He turned and moved them to the toilet, reaching down, he put the lid down and sat and pulled her onto his lap. She sat on his knees, her head buried against his chest and her arms wrapped around him and she just cried for a good five minutes, while he slowly rubbed her back and whispered "Shhhh, shhh, it's ok baby girl. Daddy's here."
When T finally started to get herself under control, her breathing turning to adorable little shudders, J spoke.
"Baby, what happened? Chris and I got up and made coffee and were just starting breakfast when Sara came downstairs in tears and told us that you didn't want to be her friend anymore? She said you shoved her and then ran away? What happened?"
T bowed her head as tears dripped on her Daddy's shirt.
"Last night... When... When we were driving to the hospital I realized that Chris got hurt because of me!" J looked at her, completely baffled. T continued, "If I didn't ask for Sara to come over, her Daddy wouldn't have been driving, and he wouldn't have been hurt. If it wasn't for me, they'd be home and Chris would be totally ok! And their car wouldn't be broken!"
J shook his head, "Oh T. You know better than that! We discussed this before! Remember when we talked, when we were first dating, about you blaming yourself for things you cannot control?"
T nodded and squirmed on his lap. She remembered that conversation well. She had done something just like this, but instead of doing it to a friend, it was to him. It was the catalyst for one of the first real punishment spankings she received from J. And it had helped so much. She was learning to ignore that yucky voice in her head that made her feel bad.
"Baby," Chris continued as he rubbed her back. "I know it's hard to ignore the yucky voice you told me about, but it's important. You're a wonderful little girl, and I'm here to stay. And your friends downstairs care about you, and they're worried about you, and they're not going anywhere either. You know that you can only control the things that you can and you need to remember that there are lots of things that you can't. Sometimes bad things happen, princess and you need to remember that you aren't to blame for things you didn't do."
T sniffed and nodded.
J hugged her close. "When Sara came over, she did because she wanted to be here. She wanted to have fun and play with you, you didn't make her come over, and you also didn't control the fact Chris couldn't stay or that someone drank too much and chose to drive and happened to hit Chris's car."
T nodded again and for the first time, she started to let go of feeling guilty for this mess.
J tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and turned her head to look in his eyes as he continued, "But, baby girl, you can control the way you choose to act, and the way you treat your friends. Sara is downstairs crying right now. Do you think it was ok to yell at her?"
T looked at the ground, "no, Daddy."
J said, "and what about shoving her? Is that something we do to the people we care about and the people who care about us?"
T shook her head.
J put two fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look at his. "What do you think should happen now, little one?"
T's tummy did a flip and she realized that she was in trouble, and not only that, but she deserved what was coming. She knew better than to hurt her friends like that and she also knew that giving in to the yucky voice was not ok.
She whispered "I'm gonna get a spanking."
J gave her a squeeze. "Yeahhhhhhh, princess, you are. But first, we're going to get you cleaned up and into some clothes and then you're going to go downstairs to apologize to Sara."
T nodded. "I'm sorry Daddy."
J lifted her up off his lap and stood up. He stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I know you are baby girl. But I'm not the one you need to tell."
J grabbed some tissues and held them up to her nose. "blow please." T did and J wiped her nose. Then he ran a wash cloth under some warm water and wrung it out and cleaned up her face. He picked up a brush and slowly brushed out the tangles in her hair.
"OK baby girl." J said as he set the heavy wooden brush next to the bathroom sink, "Daddy is going to head downstairs and have a talk with Sarah and Chris. I want you to put on some jamies and come down for breakfast when you're ready. I want you to think about how Sara feels right now and bring a spanking implement down with you that you feel will be appropriate for your discipline, Ok?"
T nodded, blushing and J kissed her forehead.
He gave her bare bum a little swat and sent her to go put some jamies on and meet him, Chris, and Sara in the kitchen.
T put on a loose pink nighty with a fluffy kitten on the tummy. Then she looked in her underwear drawer. She was just reaching for her Hello Kitty panties when something caught her eye. There were a few light purple pull-ups in her drawer that she and J had bought for a time when she needed to play really little. They hadn't used them yet, because T was hesitant to wear them, but today it just felt right to her to not be allowed her big girl panties. She grabbed a pair to bring down and had a look around the bedroom.
T thought about what it must have felt like to be rudely shoved away by a friend like she had done to Sara this morning. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffled. "No," she thought, "No tears now. You earned this, now buck up and do what needs to be done."
T walked to the bathroom and was about to grab the heavy brush from the counter where J had left it when she noticed the wicked heavy plastic bath brush hanging up in the tub. She pulled it off and carried to the bedroom, then she opened her Daddys drawer and pulled the heavy leather belt out.
The belt was the scariest of all the implements they had. T hated it and it was reserved for her most serious punishments. T took a deep breath and grabbed her paci from the bedside table and popped it in her mouth. She suckled it as she picked everything up along with her teddy and nervously made her way down the stairs.
When T quietly stepped into the kitchen she saw Sara snuggled on Chris's lap. Her eyes were all puffy and red from crying, but she attempted a little smile for T.
