(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)
"Eliza," Martin said, "an artist is coming today to start that special drawing we talked about."
"But Daddy!" said the 22-year-old Eliza to her ageplay-partner and loving husband, "That was a joke!"
"Well, after we laughed about it, I couldn't seem to get the idea out of my mind, and I looked on the internet and I found a wonderful artist by the name of Patty. She was glad to get the commission to make the drawing I want for the wall of my study."
"But you were joking!" Eliza wailed, blushing furiously. How could her husband be serious? Martin couldn't really intend to make her look at a drawing of herself getting a spanking every time he called her to his study for a talk--or even for punishment--, could he? Even worse, she began to imagine Martin's colleagues, over for a meeting, looking curiously at the drawing and asking him whether the girl might be Eliza, and whether Eliza really did get spanked over Martin's knee with her bottom bared.
"I was joking, but now I'm not," Eliza's daddy said sternly. "I can't think of anything I'd rather have on my wall than a reminder of how much joy it brings me to give my sweet Eliza what she needs when she's naughty."
"Do you want your bottom to be red already when the artist arrives to take the pictures she'll be working from?"
"Pictures?! Oh, no. . . Martin, please!"
"That's it, sweetheart," Martin said in his daddy-voice. He sat on the couch. "I guess we're going to have to practice right now. Take off your panties, and give them to me."
Biting her lips, Eliza obeyed. Martin put the little garment in his pocket.
"Now get yourself over my lap this instant," he said, sternly.
Eliza did as she was told, putting her face over the couch cushions and her feet on the floor, feeling as always like a real, naughty little girl. When she felt Martin pulling up her skirt to bare her backside, and then take firm hold of her hip, she thought about the drawing, and about how truly she had been a little disappointed that it had seemed only a joke, when Martin had said "You know, sweetheart, I wish I had a lovely drawing of me spanking you--it's the most beautiful sight I know."
Now Martin's hand fell sharply on Eliza's bottom, over and over, calling little gasps from her alongside the warmth of the arousal in her loins. As she gave herself over to her daddy's firm hand, with its insistent rhythm of chastisement, teaching her to be a better, more respectful girl for him, Eliza imagined all the secret happiness, as well as all the blushes, the sight of the drawing would give her through the years of love to come.
(Drawing by the wonderful spanking artist Patty. It came to my attention via the equally wonderful MarQe Smith.)