I'd been short tempered and distracted all day but when I snapped at you while we were clearing up after dinner. I knew I was in trouble which is how I found myself facing the corner, sitting with my bare bottom on the wooden stool.
I was sitting just how you had taught me, legs spread, back straight, my long thick hair falling down my back in a shining sheet. I'm supposed to be thinking about why I was rude to you but all I could think about was you putting your hands on me, dominating me, making me cum over and over again.
I hear you come into our room and I feel your eyes as you approach me. I feel the fabric of your shirt press against my back and the tickle of your beard as you growl into my ear "good girl". You reach around to my nipples and tweak them harshly making me cry out.
"Go get Daddy's belt" You watch my reaction carefully as my back tenses and I barely suppress a whimper and whisper "yes, daddy" as I walk to the closet and get your work belt.
I return to you, my head bowed, offering the belt to you. You are sitting in the big chair and use the hand offering you the belt my to pull me down over your lap and hold me in place by holding my wrists together at the small of my back, leaving my legs splayed open and my smooth bottom up in the air.
The first strike is your big hand, smacking against my round ass, the sound of the slaps alternating my cries and filling the room.
After my ass is glowing and warm you begin to rub it gently, sweetly caressing it, soothing the sting. Then I hear the jingle of your belt buckle as you pick up your belt and my ass immediately clenches.
You keep a hold my wrists at my lower back, keeping me pinned on your lap. i hear the sound of the belt cutting through the air but don't have time to react before it comes cracking down on my exposed bottom.
I yelp and jerk, feeling the arm holding my wrists tense and flex to hold me in place as I cry out and wiggle about, trying to escape the impact of your belt but it's no use.
