maybe 22d addition 🤔

Izaak flipped off the tv and turned towards me.  "It's time for your spanking, kiddo, and then bed."

"Noooooooooo," I whined dramatically, ready to throw myself on the floor like a kid (it's the side he brings out in me!).  "One more episode, pleaseeeeeee!"  My best puppy expression had zero effect on him, so I tried to snatch the remote, only causing Izaak to raise it out of my reach and wear a more serious expression.

"Sit down.  I told you before dinner that we were having a discussion about your behavior at 10pm sharp.  You know how I feel about sticking to a schedule and being on time.  No amount of your whining and pouting will change my mind."

I obediently fell back onto the couch, now folding my arms and letting the hot tears stream down my cheeks.  

He allowed my mini-tantrum, waiting patiently for my whining to subside before asking me a question.  "What are you in trouble for?"

The scene was so familiar, a replica of the hundreds of times he'd spanked me in the past.  There was something comfortable about the ritual.  "Being a bad influence, but I'm sorryyyyy!"

"What are you sorry about?"

I chewed on my lower lip and squirmed, looking away because I didn't know what to say.  I wasn't actually sorry... in fact, I thought it was kinda nice of me to share my weed with Chloe and welcome her into our family in the first place.  

Izaak didn't break character (or maybe it wasn't really a 'character' for him?) as he pulled me over to sit on his lap, ignoring the fact that he made me blush a million different shades of red.    He tilted my chin to make me face him.  "You know how I feel about drugs.  You are too little to use them anyway, but Chloe is littlier.  As the eldest, I expect more out of you."

His words triggered my little headspace even more.  My lower lip quivered as I said, "Yes, Sir."

"I understand all kids need to rebel every now and then."  My tummy dropped even lower, and face warmed with embarrassment, causing little beads of sweat to form on my brow.  "And you know by now how I deal with rebellion."

I nodded, trying to look away but he wouldn't let me until I told him exactly what was going to happen next.  "You're going to... s-spank me.... over your knee.... on my b-bare b-bottom."  When he finally let go of my chin I buried my face into his chest, covering my burning cheeks.  I hate when he embarrasses me like that!

Izaak humored me for a moment, then pried me away from him, standing me up.  "Over my knee, kiddo."

With a whimper, I did as told, feeling small over his gigantic lap.  I gripped onto the arm of the sofa as I felt my pajamas being tugged down, followed by my panties.  Eyes clenched shut, I prepared myself for the flurry of swats, though it didn't help because once his hand met my unprotected bottom, I remembered that preparation isn't actually helpful.  The sting is too intense to ignore, and just as you get used to one swat, it's followed by another, and another, overlapping.  It didn't take more than a dozen smacks for me to reach back and try to block, but Izaak's quick reflexes allowed him to catch my hand without missing a beat.

My legs kicked and I squirmed, howling at the handspanking.  "Ooooowwwwwiiiiieeeee," I howled.  "I'm s-sorryyyyy!"  Each swat bit into my tender skin, backside thoroughly heated.

"From now until I leave for work tomorrow, you will follow the rules and behave like a proper young lady, do you understand?" 

"Y-yes, Sir!"  

"And if I have to ask you twice tomorrow morning to get up and finish your homework, I'll use the wooden spoon."

Izaak gave the last few swats a little harder, making sure I was a sorry, sore little girl, then tugged my pjs back up, easing me onto his lap.  I snuggled up, face pressed against his chest as I cried out the rest of my tears and he rubbed my back.  It was so soothing I almost fell asleep.

Instead of dozing off, I decided to express my emotions.  "I'm mad at Toby for blabbing to Gabe.  It's not fair.  I don't wanna get punished in front of everyone."

Izaak usually frowned upon gossip, and I really expected him to ignore my comments or scold me for it.  "Gabe reached out to Toby to ask about you.  There is no need to be angry with Toby — he did nothing wrong."

I blinked in confusion.  "Why did Gabe contact Toby?"

"He was concerned.  It was obvious you were not okay, but you are stubborn and won't ask for help."

Now I was blushing again, trying to hide my face in his chest (he wouldn't let me and kept prying me away) and regretting my question because Izaak wasn't ready to stop his dad-lecture.  

"You need to get back into your healthy routine..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I mumbled, feeling defensive.  "But paperwork is soooooooooo booooooooringggggggggg."

"Do you need another spanking?"

Eyes instantly watering, I shook my head, wanting to argue more, but a little intimidated now.  Even if I kinda wanted another one, I didn't really.  I think.  

"Stop chewing on your fingernails," he commanded, not waiting for me and just moving my hand away himself.  "Do you have anything else you need to talk about before bed?"

I thought about it for a moment, remembering the favor he'd asked of me.  "Chloe's okay, I don't think you have anything to worry about with the work stuff.  She seems fine."

"Thank you."  He smiled, squeezing me in a hug.  "Anything else?"

Normally a billion thoughts would come to mind, but of course that night all that happened was I yawned, which confirmed his suspicion that it was time to sleep.  So he carried me to his bed, tucking me in with my teddy (since he refused to let Crackers on his expensive sheets).  He was about to leave to sleep on the couch (maybe?) but I felt the panic creeping back in and called out weakly, "stay with me, please."

My body relaxed easily when he crawled into the king-sized bed next to me, arm thrown over my belly.  

"You won't abandon me, right?" I murmured, snuggling up close.

"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

Chloe had no idea how lucky she was.