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some of the stinging's finding my burning pussy. I reacted with a wild cry of submissive pleasure.
    "Do you need that pussy spanked? Do you?" I wasn't sure he had ever uttered the word "pussy" in his life—at least to refer to a woman's pudenda. He put his hands between my thighs and spread them.
    "No, Daddy—please don't spank my pussy!"
    "I think I have to, you bad little girl! It's the only way to teach you!"
    He delivered the first spank. It was way too hard, but in being way too hard it was also like an electric shock straight to my erotic core. I screamed. He spanked again, not quite as hard. I screamed again—this time, with more pleasure involved, for not only did the second spank deliver a better ratio of pleasure to pain, but it also mingled with the receding sting of the first one.
    On the third spank, I could feel that George's hand came away terribly, shamefully wet.
    He got off the bed. What was he doing? He came around to where my face lay on the sheet, looking wonderingly at him, as he stood there still dressed in his work clothes. He presented his right hand, glistening in the light of the bedside lamp by which I had been reading about Mr. Hastings and Miss Lewis, to my face.
    "Look at that, Caroline Dawkins! Look at that! Does a modest young lady leave that sort of disgusting stuff on her daddy's hand?"
    "No, Daddy."
    "You are a little slut, aren't you, Caroline Dawkins?"
    "Yes, Daddy." Where did that come from—"slut"? I would never in my life have imagined that George could say something like that—I would even have thought he might refuse a part in a play in which he would be required to use that sort of language.
    "Frankly, I think your case may be a hopeless one."
    "Couldn't you..."
    "Couldn't I what, young lady?"
    "Well, if... if I learned about just how naughty I am—I—I might be able to understand what was necessary to rid myself of these... these, um, nasty habits."
    His eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed in his kind, blond face. His beard grows fast, and I could see the prickles on his chin glinting redly in the dim light of the bedside lamp as he lifted his chin slightly, the way he does when he's thinking. I couldn't tell if his puzzlement were real—bu t it was at the very least well-played, and it made me feel like a refractory girl for whom a stern but kind daddy had to exercise all his paternal skill to keep in line.
    "And how would that kind of learning be accomplished?" he finally asked, lowering his chin again and seeming to study my face closely where it lay innocently on the pillow while my lower body was so naughtily arranged and exposed below.
    "By—by you, um, making me feel that way ... and, you know, making me feel that way... a lot."
    He laughed scornfully. "Are you seriously suggesting that I should pleasure you, Caroline, to teach you to be modest?"
    "What if you—if you gave me a lecture at the same time? To make sure I understand that I'm a naughty girl who needs to learn?"
    "Hmm," he said doubtfully, "I suppose it's worth a try." Oh, I loved him. I didn't know if he could be my Mr. Hastings, but I loved him for trying. "But," he said as he wandered down the bed again, back towards my bottom, "I believe I'm going to have to add an element."
    And he spanked me again, hard: once, twice, three times.
    "OW!" I yelped. He can do it, I thought. He can really do it... "Ah! Oh, George..." (for now, he had begun to make me feel "that way.")
    "Daddy," he sa id, with a warning in his voice, removing his lovely fingertips from my aching furrow and spanking me, once, on the sit-spot.
    "Daddy!" I cried, my eyes watering. "Oooo ..." (for the fingertips were back immediately).
    "You, Miss Dawkins, are a little girl. Is that not so?"
    "Ummm... Yes, Daddy." I had to admit his hand had always known how to drive me wild. I knew I was supposed to be listening to my daddy's lecture, but I was having a very hard time paying attention to anything but what his hand was doing to my little