TV Breaks Pt. 03

All characters are over 18.

We got home. I'm super duper uncomfortable in these wet panties. I haven't checked the car seat, but I bet it doesn't look good either.

Daddy reaches his hand out to me, inviting me out of the car. I'm so happy that I get to hold his big, rough hands; yay!

So we're walking and holding hands like a cute couple, and my mind goes fuzzy from this simple interaction.

"Here's what we are going to do, baby: we'll get into the house and put our things down. Then, since all your lips are a mess, I'm going to wash you up in the bath. Understood?" He says with caring eyes, looking down at me.

"Yes, Daddy. Can I be your baby? I want the toys in the bath, too. Have you seen my rubber duck, the purple one? The one with the cowboy hat!"

He knows that when I say, "Can I be your baby?", I just want to regress; I want to be babied and cared for; I want my mind to be all Daddy and fun. He knows; we agreed. Moreover, he likes it when he can care for me all the way, protecting my innocence and peace.

"Of course, baby. I don't know where the duck is; it wasn't in the bathroom this morning. Have you played with it outside of the bath?" He's quite stern in saying this.

Since every room has its specific toys, I'm not supposed to move them. When this rule wasn't in place, I used to leave my toys everywhere. Plus, with my ADHD, I would move them and set them down, and then forget where I set them. Every time Daddy had to help me look for them in desperation, so one day he was fed up and installed this hideous rule.

"Me? No... Well, maybe you moved it, Daddy." I'm walking backwards a few steps as his smile falls from his face.

"So, not only did you play with your duck outside of its room. You lost it, and you're lying to me." His voice is low. When he gets mad, he doesn't scream; he just sounds stricter.

"Tell the truth, darling, right now." He shoots.

I'm thinking this over. Should I or should I not? And most importantly, where the heck is my ducky?

"I think I saw you play with it in the kitchen, Daddy. So rude of you to take my duck." I'm feeling brave today.

"So this is how it is going to be..." He steps over to me.

"I guess it is going to be a bad girl's bath, then. Tsk tsk tsk." He says, shaking his head.

"No! I want a good girl's bath! Wait...

What's a bad girl's bath?" I'm asking to see if the bad one could actually be a fun one.

"Ahahah. It's a bath... With no duckies and no bubbles. I guess you can call it a quick shower in a tub." He's still chuckling, rubbing his beard with three fingers; there's nothing to laugh at here.

"No, no. I want a good girl bath. I want the toys, and I want Daddy to play with me!"

"Fine. I might have played with my cowboy duck in the garden..." My cheeks are becoming pink; that's probably the worst place that he can think of.

He slaps himself in the face, dragging his hand down all the way to his stubble.

"Fuck, baby, for real? My god."

"Emh... Yes." Fine, now I actually lowered my eyes in shame.

"Ugh, I can't believe it." His hand his back in his forehead, the veins popping out for me to watch. He takes a big, deep grounding breath.

He leans in and grabs my hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. As he leads me to the living room, he's explaining what we are going to do.

"Baby, I'll go look for your duck. In the meantime, my princess will be on your best behaviour. You're going to wait for me here..."

The 'here' is the living room corner, the one opposite the armchair, the one that's visible from our backyard, through the window. I feel embarrassed; in fact, I can feel the warmth radiating on my face.

"Daddy, I can help you look." I look at him, pleading.

"It's okay, babygirl. Stay here and look pretty." He spins me around as if we were dancing, and he sets me with my face in the corner.

"Arms up, doll." I, obviously, do as he says. I reach up with my hands, sliding them along the cold wall all the way up to where my arms are straight.

I can sense his presence behind me. His eyes are burning holes in my shoulders. Then, after a few seconds, when I expected him to leave, he speaks again.

"Baby, you're going to get four just because you broke a rule. Daddy's being good to you, so be grateful. You're going to look so perfect with all of your cheeks red."

Quickly, he hooks his thumbs in the sides of my skirt and pulls it down with my underwear. He leaves them pooling at my feet, which makes it more humiliating than it already is: being put in the corner as a fully grown woman.

The crotch of my panties looks darker than the rest, just to top off my embarrassment.

He slides his belt off the loops, one at a time. I hear the sound of his hands tracing the material. He loops it for me.

Then, the first swat comes; straight on my right buttock. I yelp, mainly due to the surprise. My arms curl down at the pain, and he immediately corrects me.

"Up-up, baby."

I straighten my limbs and brace, even if clenching my butt will only make this worse.

The second hit comes even harder on my left cheek, the sound echoing through the whole house. My hips jolt towards the wall, and I feel the cold plaster stealing my body heat.

"You're doing so good, baby. I love when you do as I say. Your legs look stunning. I'm just so lucky to have you. Come on, baby. Two more on these beautiful red cheeks."

He leans in and takes an unexpected bite of my apple.

The third sling comes straight and loud on my right, again, hitting just where I sit. The fourth one hits the same fleshy part, just on my left.

It wasn't that bad. If I didn't misplace my ducky, I would already be in the bath with Daddy cleaning me and playing with me.

"Stay. I'll be checking through the window, pup."

I hear him walk away, the floor creaking under his weight.

So, where did I put my duck? And how cute is it! It's purple, and it has a smile, and a little plastic cowboy hat glued on. And it floats too! And yeah.

How much time is he taking? What if it's lost? Oh my, what if my ducky is lost? I could never see Robert again. And all the good times we had together. What if a mean animal took it?

Damn, why is he taking so long!? I'm dying out here. Or maybe I should say inside here. Maybe Robert went to a better place, but that would be too sad.

What if I have to buy another duck? And just because I left him outside. To wander in the big world without me. It's all my fault; I should have been more careful. He could have been safe in the bathroom, but I always have to break the rules.

I just wanted to play in the grass with him, and maybe he got eaten by a hawk.

My forehead is pressed to the corner. As I open my eyes, I see tears falling on the carpet beneath my feet.

I'm a terrible person, poor Robert.

"Honey?" He asks, confused, from the patio door.

"Aw, baby, what happened? Why are you crying? Did I go too hard?" He asks, now with concern, after he spun me around and encircled me in his muscular arms.

"I killed Robert, I did. I put him in danger." I'm saying this while sobbing into the shirt on his chest.

"Baby..." He lifts his hand, showing the duck on his palm.

"Robert!!!" I squeal in excitement, grabbing the ducky from his hand and bringing it to my chest.

"This is what happens when you break the rules, and also, when you let that busy mind of yours run on too much sugar." He's petting my hair.

"Let's go take that bath, okay?" He leaves a kiss on my forehead. I could melt from how sweet my Daddy is, sometimes.

"Yes, Sir." He's walking in front of me and leading me with a finger, but as I say this, he turns around and winks at me.