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pushing his chair back.
    I froze. I hadn’t meant for this to happen! I hated asparagus, but I didn’t want a spanking! What if he was harder on me tonight than he had been before? I couldn’t take much more than what he had given me last time.
    “I’m waiting, Juliana.”
    I looked up at him and he had a very stony expression on his face. Crap! He’s pissed!
    On shaky legs, I stood and walked over to him. When I got close enough, he spun me around, unbuttoned the drop seat of my pajamas, and then pulled me so I fell onto his lap. I didn’t have any time to think about what was going to happen before my spanking started.
    Smack! “You. Will. Eat. Your. Vegetables.”
    “Owie! Daddy, I’m sorry!” I shouted, trying to wiggle my bottom away from the slaps he kept raining down on me. I hoped that my saying sorry would make him stop, but it didn’t appear to be working. He kept spanking me. My bottom was starting to heat up at the continued spanking. His hand didn’t miss a single part of my bottom and the room was full of the sounds of his bare hand meeting my bare skin.
    Smack! “You will listen to me, because I’m trying to take care of you.” He kept talking, and alternating where each set of slaps hit my bottom and upper thighs.
    Once again, I wondered if his hand was made out of metal. Each spank left an indescribable feeling. I felt myself begin to cry, not only because of the spanking, but just because of the humiliation. I was naked, bent over my daddy’s lap, and he was smacking my bottom. He could see everything. Why didn’t I just eat that damn asparagus?!
    “I’m… s-sorry! I’ll eat… asparagus… d-daddy!” I sobbed, hoping that my promise would end my punishment. At the rate that he was spanking me, I wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow!
    He finally stopped spanking me and helped me stand up in front of him, but I was still sobbing as he said, “Juliana, I want you to go stand in that corner while I reheat our dinners.” He pointed to the corner that was on the far right side in the kitchen.
    I bowed my head in shame. This wasn’t how I’d wanted our first role playing time to go. It’s all that stupid asparagus’s fault , I decided as I walked over to the corner and put my head in it.
    I was just about to try and reattach the drop seat to my pajamas when Robert called out, “Don’t even think about touching that red bottom or pulling up your pajamas.”
    My hand fell back to my side immediately as the tears continued to fall down my face. I felt so embarrassed as I pictured how I must look. Young woman, wearing footie pajamas, standing in the corner with a well spanked bottom. I must look like a fool.
    I knew I’d messed up tonight, and I didn’t want to do it again. I kept crying as I wondered if Robert would no longer want me. Who would want someone they had to punish the first night they tried role playing together?
    I continued crying until Robert finally called me back over to him. I slowly walked over, my head still hung in shame.
    “Sweetie, you can sit down and continue to eat your dinner. I was going to suggest earlier to try and take a forkful of asparagus and add some spaghetti or a meatball to the fork, so you eat it at the same time. That way, you won’t taste the asparagus as much.”
    I nodded, still not looking at him. I was having a hard time controlling my tears.
    “Turn around and I’ll fasten the drop seat of your jammies back on, and then we can sit down and eat again.”
    I slowly turned around as he fastened the drop seat, then took my seat across from him. I winced when my tender bottom came in contact with the chair. My footie pajamas helped with some of the pain I was sure, but it still hurt.
    I still couldn’t stop the tears that kept falling down my face. Besides my butt hurting, I knew that Robert was waiting to tell me that he no longer wanted to role play with me.
    After a couple of minutes of silence, he said, “Baby girl, what’s the