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hear what was in those naughty books so that I can determine the proper manner in which to treat you and how to handle your chastisement." His fingers moved lightly up and down the outside of my panties where they covered the part of me that had now become much, much too warm for comfort. "Tell me, sweetheart, what was in the book you were reading? What was it about?"
    "Oh , Daddy, please don't make me!" I wailed.
    "You must, C aroline," he replied sternly, "or else I shall have to spank you very hard."
    "I won't do it!" I said.
    George got off the bed, came to stand next to me and put his hand on my waist. "Very well," he said. "I shall have to spank you then, Caroline. First with my hands and then with my belt."
    "Oh , no!" Truthfully, I hadn't thought of the belt at all. And now I really was scared of it, in that delicious way that I would come to know so well.
    He hooked his forefingers into the waistband of my panties.
    "Oh, Daddy, no!" I cried. "Please don't take down my panties!" George's breathing seemed to become a kind of pant, like a dog's. At that moment, I felt like I had been waiting all my life to cry, "Please don't take down my panties." But it was to no avail; nor was it, of course, supposed to be. My panties came down to the bottoms of my thighs.
    "It's time for your first spanking, sweetheart," said my daddy. "Remember that this is for your own good. You have been a very naughty girl, and Daddy needs to help you be a better girl. Sometimes that will mean that Daddy has to spank you, but Daddy will always love you even when he's spanking very hard."
    I whispered, "Do daddies like to spank their little girls?"
    "I'm afraid they do," he replied. "They like it very much. It's very important that little girls understand that their daddies may spank them anytime they like. Sometimes it will be because the little girl has been naughty, but sometimes it will be just because her daddy wants to spank her."
    "Yes, Daddy," I said. Then for the first time my Daddy, my husband, began to spank me in earnest.

Chapter 5
    George learned quickly. In the beginning , there were some spanks that fell in unfavorable places, like the lower end of my tailbone—causing me to make a sound very different from the one I made when he landed one of his better spanks right on my bottom. I could tell that the auditory feedback from me, and from the spanking itself, was very helpful for him, because the proportion of his spanks that made the wonderful spanking sound, the sharp noise that rings out like nothing else in the world, began to increase greatly.
    The best part of all was that it was really, really working. My yelps were making him spank harder, not softer—that was how I knew. My daddy really did like to spank me.
    It hurt—yes of course it hurt, especially after it had gone on for a couple of minutes. But knowing that the pain my bottom felt was because George wanted to claim my erotic soul as his own and be my daddy once and for all, made the pain also exquisitely arousing. It was so arousing that I felt myself climbing back up the slope towards a climax merely with the way his spanks made me rub just a little against the pillows under my hips.
    My cries were a wild, ambiguous mixture of pleasure and pain . I was at the very edge of coming, when George suddenly stopped spanking and began to rub my bottom. "You've got a very warm bottom, young lady, don't you?" he murmured.
    Frantically, I tried to m ove my hips to capture his hand somehow, where it would do me some good and help me to the top of the slope. He clucked softly in disapproval. "Little girls who are having their bottoms spanked really shouldn't behave like that," he said. Then he became severe again. "Keep that bottom still!" He spanked it—once, and again, and again.
    "Oh, Daddy!"
    "No, Caroline. It's time you learned how to be a well-behaved young lady."
    He delivered a hard spank right across both cheeks, with the clear intention of seeing how I would react to