(The following is a story containing a DDLG Relationship, do your research and be safe!
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I shake as tears stream down my face, my bruised bum poised high up in the air for Daddy. I can hear his panting from where I am, his heavy breaths as he massages the soreness from my bum. I had been misbehaving the entire week, starting off with small rule breaks, like taking cookies out of the jar past ten at night up until now, when I sat on Daddy's friend's lap to tick him off. I didn't think he'd break so hard, most of it had only been a little baby accident. But Daddy is very protective of me, only I can be in his arms and protective hold.
"Such a good girl, taking my punishments like the naughty slut you are." He rasps in my ear, his voice hoarse and heavy with anger and satisfaction at my reactions. I whimper and grip the bedsheets, my skin stinging like mad where the belt cracks against me.
He usually punishes me with the softer feeling belt, the leather isn't as thick and rough in the other belt compared to this one. Every time my skin meets this belt it feels like hell fire, it hurts so bad and I can barely handle it. The worst thing is it's covered in little metal buttons that smack against me, making the experience more painful.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm a good girl for you." I sniffle, bracing myself for the impact. I press my thighs together, quivering in my skin and shoving my face into the mattress as uncontrollable sobs take through me.
"One more, sweetie. Count this last one and it's over." I hear the clang of the buckle to the belt he's spanking me with before the harsh crack of it slapping against my bum.
"Seventeen." I squeal into the mattress, my sobs raking through me. I shake in my skin, my thighs quivering and my skin now hot, burning, and stinging with the fresh bruises. "Daddy, I can't. No more."
I hiccup.
"Are you my little slut?" He pants, his hand pressed firmly on the base of my spine.
"Y-yes, Daddy. I'm yours—" He spanks my bum with his bare hand, cutting me off and making me flinch as the welts begin to rise and sting.
"Don't over step yourself, Little girl." I could hear the snarl in his voice without having to look up at him. I pull my thumb into my mouth and begin feeling smaller and smaller, my heart pounding as I sniffle and cry.
"Answer is only Yes, Daddy. Do you understand?" He grips my skin, making me cry out in pain.
"Y-yes, Daddy." I sob into the mattress and he strikes me again.
"Marshmallows!" I squeal my safe word, turning my face to the side so it's audible to him.
Daddy's eyes look feral, they're wide with their pupils dilated as sweat drips down his temples. He takes a step back from me and looks into my eyes, seeing the horror and pain in them. I watch as he crumples, his heart breaking as he takes in the precious little baby before him.
"Oh, Buttercup. My sweet Olivia." He coos, carefully approaching me and placing a hand on my shoulder. He rubs his flat palm against my back and I fall to my side, scooting closer to him as he wipes my tears with the handkerchief in his pocket.
Daddy rubs the tears off my cheeks and nose with his thumbs before dabbing the handkerchief over the same spots. I hiccup uncontrollably, gazing at him as I slip further into my baby space. I crave my Paci and my favorite blankie and I just want to crawl into his arms and fall asleep. The pain in my bum raises more tears, slowly streaming down my face as they become too heavy to hold.
"Daddy's going to make you feel better, sweetheart. He'll just be a moment. Can my princess wait just a second for her Daddy?" He combs his fingers through my hair, leaning down to kiss my temple as I nod and suckle on my thumb. As Daddy gets up from his position I grab his hand, tugging him back down so I can nuzzle his neck.
Whenever I feel anxious or overwhelmed Daddy's scent helps me calm down. I know he didn't mean to push me to the edge, I just had been slipping further and further into my space without him knowing. Daddy loves and cares about me so much, he'd never purposely hurt his baby.
"Daddy will be right back, Princess." He hugs me and pulls me in to cradle me. I only nod as an answer, my mind full of whines and noises for me to form any words. I've slipped deep into my baby space, and I don't wanna get out of it.
Daddy chuckles and tickles under my chin. I curl up into a ball, my tongue resting flat in my mouth as I keep my thumb in to pacify myself. I take in the pink curtains decorating the window, watching them flow around as a small breeze blows through them. They look pretty, the glitter catching the light and making them look magical and soothing. I whimper as my free hand gently touches the welts on my bum, the skin hot and inflamed.
"Buttercup, no touching." Daddy rushes over to me as he walks back into the room, my fingers automatically removing themselves as his worried face registers to me. I reach a hand out to him, seeing my stuffie and blankie in his hold. Daddy is quick to hand them over, my heart swelling as I snuggle my face into my fluffy bear. "Let Daddy take care of you." He whispers sweetly.
"I love Daddy." I mumble into the stuffie's fur, causing Daddy to chuckle. I moan into the stuffie as Daddy's large hands smeared with the lavender lotion begin to rub my bum, his smooth motions gentle and soothing. My heart swells at his delicacy, the way he handles me after slipping into my headspace and realizing I'm just his small baby.
"Shh, Princess, I love you too." He places a small baby kiss on my thigh, making me squeal and melt. "Daddy is here. Daddy's here for you."
"Dada." I relax in his hold and see him reach for something white, a towelette as I recognize it. He opens it up and drapes it over my bum, the cold material further soothing the mild stinging. "Thank you. No more punishies, pwease." I hum, pulling my eyebrows together at the thought of another punishment like the one I had just gone through.
"Only if you behave, Princess. Just because you're my precious girl doesn't mean I can hand you the baby excuse pass for discipline." He says sternly, making me pout at him. But, how does being baby not excuse it? That's not fair. I'm sweet, cute, and adorable— that should be the excuse pass itself.
"But, Daddy." I whine to him. He shushes me, gently patting my bun before getting up.
"It's resting time for this Buttercup." He chuckles and kneels down to pepper kisses all over my face. He then drapes the blanket he had brought with him over me, the purple fluffy blankie with white flowers on it.
"Nighty night." I hum and curl up to sleep on the bed.
Daddy then lays down beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and further pushing me into my dreamy state. With my daddy's arms around me and my stuffie snug in my arms, I fall asleep peacefully. I vow I'll be a good girl for the rest of the week. Being a bad girl may be fun and cause a little rush of fun, but the punishies are big owies and I don't want them again.