At first, as she shouted at Patrick, “You think you can make me get married!” she thought that the little-girl stuff had somehow driven her mildly insane.
But then, as she turned to run toward her room, she realized that it was not like that at all. The little-girl stuff had allowed a part of her that was hurting—that had been hurting for a very long time—to come to the surface. As she felt Patrick grab her around the waist and pick her up to bring her to the living room, as she kicked and screamed, she understood that part of her was happy to be dressed in overalls and pink underwear, and happy to be throwing a tantrum about the cooking lesson, and even happy to know that she was bare under her pink panties.
Before Kayla knew it, Patrick had unsnapped the fastenings along the legs of the overalls, which were there so that a little girl’s diaper could be changed, pulled the pink panties down to Kayla’s knees, and upended her over his lap as he sat in his big comfy chair. Kayla was still kicking and screaming, but Patrick started spanking her anyway.
“Kayla Lourcy,” he said as he delivered smack after smack to the middle of her bottom, which was still quite sore from the strapping Joe had given it, “this is not acceptable behavior. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I think this is exactly the kind of thing that we need to make sure you can deal with without throwing a tantrum.”Click here to buy the book at Amazon! And read all the Saturday Spankings!