Few things in the world would be more enthralling to a teenager than to be left all alone one full Sunday, morn to eve, at home with nothing to do and all homework done! This one teenager named Emma Charlotte Rickman was of course ecstatic about it. But few things were less enthralling than having to spend that very Sunday baby-sitting your father’s best friend’s pesky daughter, and that made a very unhappy teenager out of Emma.

Emma Thompson and her fiancée Greg Wise had a very cute, but also incredibly vivacious 4-year-old daughter named Gaia. The Rickmans had met them in a few occasions, out to dinner together or to the movies, and of course Alan and Emma had been friends for a long time and worked together in several productions. This didn’t move Emmy’s opinion a bit, though: she still thought it was incredibly cruel for Alan to do that to her.

"Daddy, I don’t wannnnnna," Emma whined as she ate her chocolate cereal, just a few minutes past eight o’clock in the morning. "I hate baby-sitting, and then I’m too young, you know? You might get in trouble..." she said, in a feeble attempt to escape her impending doom.

For the Nth time, Alan sighed and rolled his eyes. "I’m asking you this one favour, can you do it at least out of compassion?" he said, closing the newspaper. "Emma and Greg and I really want to see this fair... come on Emmy, give us a hand, we need you!" he said, trying to make her feel responsible of something.

"Huh yeah, whatever," she grumbled, giving her best pout. "You owe me for this, and I SO better be getting paid!"

Alan raised his eyebrows and cast her a side look. "Free ice-creams for a week," he offered.

"Okay, but they are paying me, right? Real baby-sitters get paid." Emmy pointed out. "And what do I do with her like all day?"

"I’ll talk to them about that," Alan conceded. "I don’t know, you might... play things that four-year-olds like to play."

"Ooh, aren’t you smart?" she said, rolling her eyes. "As if I couldn’t have figured that out already. I’m not THAT stupid ya know"

"Well first of all, don’t sass me, little one," he said, pointing a finger at her. "And then, consider yourself spanked for saying you’re stupid... I just don’t have the time now. And how about watching cartoons with Gaia, for example?"

"I wasn’t sassing," Emmy pouted. "And what if her parents are weird and don’t let her watch cartoons? Put your finger away, I wasn’t sassy!"

"You were sassing alright," he said, but still put his finger away and resumed reading the news. "Emma and Greg are not weird. Sure she can watch cartoons. And colour. And dress Barbies..."

Emmy banged her head lightly on the table. "Can I just knock myself unconscious and let her do whatever? And I was NOT!"

Alan gave it up on the sassing part, just rolling his eyes, then said: "Sure, do that. Go to sleep and leave her to herself. And then face ME when I get home."

The young teenager gulped. "What? If she is an evil child, *I* get in trouble?" she squeaked.

"No I’m not saying that... well, yes, in a way, you’re responsible... but she’s not evil, she’s just a bit... well... bratty."

"This so bites dad. I am like way unhappy," she grabbed her bowl and went into the living room to eat and sulk.

"Think of it this way, Em," he said as he stood and followed her. "You’re in total control... how do you like that?"

"That does not... hmm... sweet!" she grinned and laughed, suddenly seeing the interesting perspective in that all. "This could be fun!"

Alan muttered ‘I’ve created a monster’ under his breath, then said: "As long as I don’t find you petting Gaia saying ‘good doggie’ while holding her leash, I guess it’s alright."

Emmy looked at him like he was a lunatic. "Dad, your mind scares me sometimes. Yeah..." Just then the doorbell rang. "Can you get it, I am still eating?"

Alan grinned back: "I’m a villain in most movies, remember?... Yes, sure, don’t get your precious bottom up from that couch." And shaking his head, he went and opened the door.

"IT IS PRECIOUS!" she called.

Emma Thompson raised an eyebrow at Emmy’s shouting.

"Oh no problem, Emma," said Alan, smiling and welcoming them in, "the other Emma was just talking about her bottom," he said, grinning at his daughter who, he knew, would find that comment totally embarrassing.

And in fact she was, and she looked mortified at her dad and threw a pillow at his head before stomping to the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink. That was so un-amusing! Catching the pillow right on his forehead, Alan smiled a bit and then waved for Emma and Greg to come inside. Behind them, the little squirt named Gaia trotted inside too, and upon seeing the living room said:

"Nice... sorta. And Hermione’s cuter than her," she pointed at Emmy and giggled.

"Gaia, come on, you can do better than that," Greg said, and Emma laughed after him. They greeted Alan and they started chit-chatting on the threshold while Alan grabbed his coat.

Emmy entered the living room again, completely ignoring her dad and smiling at the kid. "Wow, you’re tiny. Anyways, I AM Hermione, ya know. Now, don’t break anything, listen to me when I say important stuff, pretend to worship Orlando Bloom, we’ll be just fine." She took a bag full with Gaia’s toys from Emma and smiled. "Hello again, ignore my dad, he’s a raving lunatic who just might find pink hair dye in his conditioner..." she said with only a slight air of teasing.

Gaia looked up at the big girl with her jaw dropped, then frowned a bit and said: "I like your dad, not sure I like you too... okay but I still wanna be friends," and he walked to Emmy and kind of hugged her leg.

"Wow, you’re smart," Emma Thompson said. "Only a few months and you already realised he’s a raving lunatic. Took me years to grasp that," she joked, playfully nudging Alan in the ribs

Alan smiled but still shook his head at his daughter’s rambling, but saw that Emma’s joke had made Emmy smile and blush just a little, which was good. "Yes well... I see you got the basis for a long-lasting friendship down, so... we’re going."

"Alright. Bye Emma. Bye Greg," Emmy said, picking up Gaia and waving at the child’s mother, smiling a bit. "You like nail polish, hmm? I’ll paint your nails if you want, that’ll be fun, huh?"

Noticing how Emmy was deliberately ignoring him, Alan shook his head, just a little bit hurt, but his mind already at the fair, so he and Emma and Greg said goodbye and were out the door in no time.

Emmy offered Gaia a little tour of the big house, still holding her, something which the kid wasn’t liking at all. At long last they got to Emmy’s room, and the teenager again offered the nail polish.

"Yesssss I do like that! I do it to my Barbies all the time!" Gaia squealed in delight, punching down with her little fist on Emmy’s shoulders.

"Ouch! Gaia, that hurts, don’t do that." She finally plopped her with a bounce onto her bed, and pulled out her big box of make-up stuff, the majority of it quite expensive.

The small child frowned a bit when she was thrown down on the bed, and started sucking on her left index finger. But when she saw Emmy come back with all that nice stuff, her eyes blazed with joy. "Wowwwwww your daddy buyed dis for ya??"

"Eww, don’t suck your finger babe, so bad for your nails. And no, I bought me all this stuff. But I’ll share with you, okay?" she sat down on the bed. "Pick out what you’d like..."

Of course, Gaia needn’t telling twice, as she dived face-forward into the box, making a mess of Emmy’s make-up. For almost the whole morning the big kid and the small kid played with nail varnish and such stuff, with Gaia having the time of her life while Emmy, well... she found herself rather adaptable to unpleasant situations, so to speak.

After almost three hours of messing around with the make-up and watching TV and listening to music, Emmy’s cell phone rang and on the display she saw it was Sammie. Smiling broadly, she addressed Gaia not-too-gently:

"Hey, go colour, okay?" Emmy said. "I’ll be right back, it’s my best friend." She took the call and started chatting away to her mate, completely forgot about Gaia for several minutes.

Not liking to be ignored so much as that girl spent a lot of time on the phone, Gaia frowned. She did colour her Winnie the Pooh book for a while, but soon she got tired and started wandering around the big house, eventually ending up in Alan’s study.

"Ohhh a computer!" she squealed, happily, and ran to switch it on, since it was the exact same model her mummy and daddy had in the living room.

At long last, Emmy finally realised that Gaia was not in sight and decided to hang up the phone. "Gaia? Where are you? We’re not playing hide and seek right now, come out!" she began going through each room.

Gaia thought better than to just yell "I’m heereeeeee!", but instead remained silent as she had fun browsing randomly through Alan’s files, liking the Windows message when it asked ‘Delete file?’ and giggling loudly at that. She kept pointing the mouse and clicking on ‘yes’ because her daddy always said that often it’s not nice to say ‘no’.

Emmy finally reached the study. "Gaia, what the heck are you doing?" she shrieked as tons of wet nail-polish clung to the keyboard while the little girl played.

Looking up at her, Gaia smiled and motioned her over: "C’mon look at this! How cute is this colour..." she said, pointing at the icons moving on screen -- and leaving more paint on there too.

Emmy shrieked. "NOOOOOO!" she picked the kid up. "Oh my god, look what you did!" she wailed. "Ooh, this is SO bad!"

Totally surprised and taken aback, mostly by Emmy’s loud voice than by her reaction, Gaia started sucking on her finger again, pouting big time and on the verge of tears. "WhatdidIdo...?" she asked in a meek voice, looking at the carpet.

"The computer, oh god, my dad is gonna kill me. You are SO getting a bath and a nap now," she said as she dragged the little kid into the bathroom.

Gaia didn’t fight it any longer but just burst into loud sobs as that bad big girl took her to the bathroom. "No im not just my mummy bathes me!!!" she screamed for all she was worth.

"You are all messy, you killed the computer, you need a bath!" Emmy sentenced, trying to make sense out of her own thoughts. She set the little girl down on the ledge of the bathtub and began running the water.

"I didn’t kill the stupid computer I wuz jus’ havin’ fun, your mean and you hate me and I hope your dad spanks you!!" Gaia blurted out, putting on a big pout and backing away in a corner of the bathroom.

Emmy groaned and picked the little girl up, kissing her messy hair. "Oh brother, I don’t hate you silly billy. You’re just messy, don’t you want to have bubbles and smell like a princess?" she tried to reason with Gaia. "Come on Gaia, we can be friends, but you can’t be all messy, or we’ll both be in trouble if we are messy all over the house."

The child struggled against Emmy as she picked her up, but then slowly calmed down and listened to her talking, and she had to admit the idea of smelling like a princess was cool. "Okay... I sorry, I don’t wanna be mean... but you scared me and I didn’t know I wuz being bad... pleze don’t tell my mummy okay?" she begged, clinging on Emmy’s neck.

Emmy rubbed her back. "Why, would you get grounded from cartoons? That always sucks," she conceded. "Besides, if we are clean, we can play dress up. I have lots of dress up clothes left from when I was your age. And it’s okay, I’m not mad, I didn’t mean to scare you sweetie," she tickled the little girl a bit. "You’re kinda cute after all, we’ll be special friends okay? Like... like sisters!" she offered. Having big kids like you was always fun when you are small.

Still sniffling a bit, Gaia held on tight to Emmy. "Yeah and mummy’s gonna spank me maybe... I don’t know and I don’t wanna know!" she said. She was feeling very sad and sorry for herself, and also sorry for having screwed it all up with this nice girl, but when Emmy said that about being sisters, Gaia went all serious and wide-eyed and she said: "Like... really?" she whispered.

Emmy nodded. "That could be really fun, but you’d have to listen to me, okay? And we have to be good together, not be in trouble a lot... and your mum spanks??" she asked, her jaw dropping.

Gaia nodded and smiled a bit. "Okay... I promise, I be good... yeah mummy spanks me a bit sometimes... your mummy does too?" she asked, with an innocent look.

Emmy shook her head no. "My daddy does, I don’t have a mummy," she replied, just a hint of sadness in her voice. "Wow, I wonder if we are gonna get in trouble?" she cringed. "I hope not. I don’t want anyone here to get spanked."

"I don’t want that too," Gaia said, pouting a lot, her little lower lip trembling. "Don’t wanna talk ‘bout panking, it scares me," she whispered in Emmy’s ear. "Wanna take a bath."

Emmy nodded. "You want chocolate scented bubbles or strawberry?" she kissed Gaia’s forehead. "I like you, kiddo. It’ll be fun to have a pretend little sister"

Gaia giggled a little as she dried a tear away from her eye. "I like you too big sister... and I want strabbery AND choklate!" she said in her very own pronounce.

Emmy giggled. "Okay sweetie, you get all ready," she said as she put her down and dumped in some of the bubbles.

Nodding and smiling, Gaia got down on the floor and took off all of her clothes, frowning when she saw that her pretty Looney Tunes shirt was dirty with paint too, then waited till the tub was filled and jumped in -- literally!

Emmy laughed as she was splashed all over. "Easy, now! Hey, I’ll try and wash your shirt, okay? Do you need me to stay in here or can you do it and I go clean up a little?"

"I wanna do it myself," she said, not really knowing where to start but wanting to sound grown-up in some way.

"Alright, call me if you need me, okay?" Emmy had no clue what to really do with Gaia in the tub, if she needed help or not, so she put the clothes in the washer and grabbed one of her old T-shirts that she figured would work, for a little while anyways, and began trying to clean things up in Alan’s study and around the house.

At home, Gaia was bathed by her mother and had never been left unattended for more than a minute. Somehow she found the way not to get in too much trouble anyway, and though she splashed the floor time and again, she mostly played to get underwater and back up, complaining and rubbing her sore eyes when the soapy water made them burn.

"Emmaaaaa!" she yelled at the top of her little lungs after a bit. "I need a towellll!!"

Hearing her from downstairs, Emmy ran and rushed in, her socks getting soaked. "Eww," she announced. "Did you like wash up and everything?" she asked, meanwhile attempting to towel the floor. "Shoot, the rug is uber soaked."

Gaia squeezed her eyes shut and open several times to get rid of the water in there. "Yeah!" she said. "I always do this alone at home!" she lied blatantly. "C’mon gimme the towel!" she whined.

"Are you sure?" she said as she dried Gaia’s face. "I don’t want your mum to be all upset."

"Umm yeah..." Gaia repeated, not sounding really convincing but trying her best anyway. "Oww easy with my eyes!"

"Sorry," Emmy cringed. "Are you all washed for sure?"

"Check for yourself if you ain’t sure," the child said, and threw a little water at Emmy, giggling.

"Gaia, don’t! I don’t want to get wet," Emmy whined. "Come on, get out already and get like dry and everything."

"Ufff I like you but you’re so boring!" the child said, but stood and got out, wrapping herself in the towel that Emmy was holding.

"Boring?" Emmy said softly. "I’m sorry. We’ll watch cartoons if you want. But I think we need to talk first. I have a T-shirt in my room you can wear."

"Okie dokie," said Gaia, mimicking Greg when he said that. She let Emmy dry her properly and then lead her to her room, where she sat on the bed, still stark naked and with the towel around her slim, tiny figure.

"Where’s this shirt? You wear shirts my size??"

Emmy rolled her eyes. "No goofy, but it’ll work like a big dress or something. Where’s your underwear, I didn’t put them in the wash."

"I dunno," Gaia said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Don’t even remember if I had it or not!" and she started laughing and giggling like mad.

"Oh god," Emmy groaned, handing her the T-shirt. "Put it on, I’ll go find them." She went to the bathroom and found her white-with-pink-hearts panties on a shelf with the toilet paper. "Yeah, I don’t wanna know how they got there," she mumbled to herself before taking them back to Gaia.

The child had just put on the very long T-shirt -- getting down to almost her knees -- when Emmy came back holding her panties. "Hey where d’you find those?" she said, inquiringly, taking them from the girl’s hands and starting to put them on.

"Guess, in the bathroom," Emmy said, sitting down. When Gaia finished getting dressed, she pulled the girl onto her lap. "We need to talk, sweets. Are you worried about what your mum will say when she comes back?"

Gaia’s expression suddenly darkened and she looked away from Emmy. "Well how ‘bout... like... you know... you don’t have to tell her everything, do you? She’s not gonna be happy!"

Emmy sighed. "I have to Gaia, or my dad will spank me. So, how about, maybe I punish you and then tell your mum I already did, so that she won’t?"

The child’s eyes darted to Emmy’s and her jaw dropped. "You mean you won’t tell my mum if I let you spank me??" she said with a I-can’t-believe-it expression.

Emmy nodded. "I’ll tell her I already did and promised you she wouldn’t be mad, okay?"

It was Gaia’s turn to sigh. "B-but... do I have to get spanked at all? I mean, I wuzn’t bad was I? And your dad will spank you anyway," she said, and started to sniffle, holding onto Emmy’s shirt.

Emmy hugged her tight. "Yeah, you do. And he will, ‘cuz we were both naughty," she sighed.

Unable to hold it any longer, Gaia started to cry softly on the older girl’s chest, then she looked up bravely and said: "O-okay... what d-do I have to do?"

"Shh, it’s ok, it won’t be real bad, I promise!"

Gathering all of her courage, Gaia sighed and nodded. "Okay Emmy... you have the same name as my mummy’s so I guess it’s okay if you ‘pank me."

Emmy just couldn’t but smile and kiss her forehead at that. "Okay cutie, lay on my lap," she said softly, swallowing a lump in her throat.

"Yes miss," Gaia whispered, and slowly lay her tiny body across Emmy’s knees, face down. She joined her hands on the bedspread and rested her cheek on them, squeezing her teary eyes.

"Hey, you don’t gotta call me miss, okay? Does... does your mum bare you?" she rubbed Gaia’s back.

Gaia nodded, then looked back to Emmy. "S-she pulls down my panties... is it the same thing?" she asked, not sure what to do or say.

"Yeah it is... I’m gonna do that too, okay? And she just uses her hand, right?" Emmy pushed the T-shirt out of the way.

Gaia sniffled and bit her lower lip at feeling her panties exposed. "Y-yes miss... I mean, yes Emmy... Why, what else should she use??"

"Yuck, never mind babe," Emmy said, her own bottom tingling as she remembered Alan’s wide variety of ‘helpers’. Trying to focus on the present time, though, she slowly pulled down Gaia’s panties and rubbed the little white cheeks for a moment.

Gaia felt a thrill pass through her body as she was -- once again -- bared for a spanking, but this time it wasn’t her mother, so she felt very weird, even though she knew Emmy was her friend and would never hurt her too bad.

"O-okay... p-please not hard..." she said, and hid her face in her hands.

Emmy bit her lip and raised her hand, giving a medium forced swat to the tiny raised bottom. A second after the swat, Gaia squeaked: "Owww! Easyyy!"

"Um, sorry," she gave another lighter swat.

Gaia still yelped at the smack, and squirmed around a bit. "It hurts..." she whispered.

"Well, a spanking is supposed to. You’re four, right?"

The little girl nodded and dried off a tear.

"Okay, only four more then, and I will make them quick."

They weren’t too hard, only a little more forceful then a pat. Gaia still felt them alright, though, and since they were so fast she couldn’t even catch her breath; but when she did, she let out a pitiful "oww" and started sobbing. Her crying literally broke Emmy’s heart to pieces, and she burst into tears as well as she pulled the little girl up from her lap and hugged her tight.

"I’m sorry, are you okay?"

Still sobbing on Emmy’s chest, Gaia nodded. "I’m sowwwiieee."

"I know, I know, I’m so sorry I had to do that!" she rocked the little girl and rubbed her back, feeling horrible as she had never felt before.

The child didn’t say anything for several minutes, just cried against her chest and let the girl rock her. She felt good there. Then, when the sobs had calmed down, she raised a little hand and touched Emmy’s teary face.

"Why you cry?" she asked in a tiny voice. "You didn’t get spank...."

That made Emmy’s eyes water even more as she kissed the little hand. "Because it makes me sad to make YOU cry."

Gaia frowned and tried to understand that logic, then nodded. "It’s okay I guess," she said, and with a sweet gesture she dried Emmy’s tears off her face and sat up straight on her lap. "Bummy stings," she murmured.

"I know baby," Emmy whispered back. "Believe me, I know. You’re special and I don’t want you sad. And what can I do for your bummy?"

"You’re special too," she replied dully, but she believed it. "M-mummy rubs it better ya know?"

With a smile now, Emmy nodded and rubbed it for her, then got them both some ice-cream and started cartoons. By the time the adults arrived home, Gaia had dozed off in Emmy’s arms and the empty bowls were still on the coffee table.

As soon as he entered home, with Emma and Greg right behind him, Alan smiled softly as he saw that sweet picture of little Gaia sound asleep in Emmy’s arms. Still, there was a somewhat alarmed look in Em’s eyes, and he wondered if everything was alright after all.

"Good evening," he said in an undertone, while Emma Thompson went and collected her daughter, she too giving Emmy a warm smile, and mouthing ‘thank you!’.

"You’re welcome, but... um, Emma?" Emmy whispered. "I need to tell you something first."

"Of course," said Emma, rubbing her daughter’s back so that she continued sleeping. Alan and Greg watched from a distance.

"First of all, her clothes are in the dryer. She got nail polish all over them, and some of it came off. And some good news, we’re friends now and we kinda are pretend sisters now, if that’s cool. And, um, she did some bad stuff, which was kinda my fault. and she was really worried that she’d be in trouble and it would be a while until you came back. So I... yeah... I kinda... sort of... s-spanked her" Emma whispered, taking a step back as if the other Emma might explode on her.

The woman stared at the teenager in front of her with an expressionless look on her face, then glanced at Alan, then back to Emmy. "Well... first of all, I apologise for the trouble this little minx might have caused," she said, more to Alan than anyone. "May I ask how it is that you spanked my daughter and how did this idea come to your mind?".

Meanwhile, Alan watched, aghast, not believing his ears.

Emmy gulped and took another step back, feeling very intimidated. "Well, dad spanks me when I need it, and she said she thought you’d spank her. And she killed dad’s computer... and she agreed to it, and it wasn’t really hard honest! Just six swats, and I promise I didn’t do them too hard! And I held her a lot after, and I cried too! You’re.. you’re not gonna spank me, are you?" she squeaked, taking two more steps back, her hands over her bottom. She didn’t even look over at Alan.

While Alan winced at the word ‘kill’ and ran to his study to check on his computer, looking more frightened than a young lad in a Horror House, Ms. Thompson kept staring at Emmy without a word or anything. Greg sided with her, remaining silent... until Emma smiled a little and said:

"Of course not, dear. I’ll be having a talk with Gaia and hear her side of the story of course, but it sounds to me like you’ve handled it pretty well. To be sincere, what surprises me the most is that Alan does have the nerve to spank YOU in the first place. He’s such a sugar bear..."

"Yeah a real softie," Greg nodded in agreement.

Emma looked at them like you look at an alien. "Um, are you like drunk?" she asked softly, feeling quite scared. "I’m really sorry, really really, please," she whispered, smacking into the wall this time.

"Em, come on," Ms. Thompson said. "You heard me, didn’t you? You did the right thing."

"She did the right thing?" said Alan, storming back into the room. "My computer is..." he took a deep breath when Emma cast him a bad look.

"Don’t worry, it was Gaia, Emmy’s got nothing to do with that. And she even spanked her," she mouthed, which left Alan even more speechless.

Emmy looked at Alan, then at the floor. Before anyone else could say anything, Emmy sniffled and see as she was in a corner anyways, turned to face it, and gave her head a slight bang on the wall. Letting out a sigh, Alan walked to the corner and exclaimed:

"What the hell are you doing, you’re hurting yourself!"

The girl shrugged. "I was on the phone and she did that, and I’m really sorry, and I don’t want to be in trouble, and I feel horrible for spanking her, she’s like really cute!"

Hearing that, Alan turned her around. "Well I was about to ask where you were while she deleted all of the screenplay I was working on, but..."

"... but don’t worry, Em," said Ms. Thompson as though completing Alan’s thoughts. "You did the right thing in spanking her. She’s TOO cute, she gets away with things!" she exclaimed in an undertone, kissing her daughter’s head and cuddling her.

"But I feel terrible about it, ‘cuz if I had been paying attention, she probably wouldn’t have done that. And I hate being in trouble. And you’re kinda scary!" she accused Ms. Thompson with a frown. "I thought you were like gonna kill, me with that look you were giving me! That could have made SNAPE look sunny!"

"That’s right," Alan said, "and we’ll deal with that in a moment, Em. Why don’t you say goodnight to Emma and Greg who are not going to kill you and who even thanked you, hmm?" he said with a condescending tone. Both Emma and Greg smiled at the frowning teenager.

Finally, Emmy resigned and gave them a nervous smile as they walked out the door. "‘nite." When they were gone, still carrying the sleeping toddler, she wasn’t sure whether to go to her room or the study, but picked her room, so she wouldn’t have to look at the poor computer.

"Em, come back here right now," said Alan in a no-nonsense tone, waiting for her downstairs.

She whimpered and shuffled back into the living room, her hands over her bottom. "Daddy, don’t be mad!"

"Tell me everything from the beginning, okay?" he said, crossing his arms -- more to resist the temptation to grab her and spank her than to look stern. "Was Gaia a brat?"

"Not really, but I was on the phone and she took off with wet nails! And she was playing and I didn’t realize and I had to look for her!" Emma wailed.

Alan sighed and shook his head. "Kids are like that, you can be distracted for a second and they’ll just do ANYthing... not that this is an excuse, of course."

"But I didn’t know that!" Her lower lip trembled. "Daddy it hurt a lot to spank her," she whispered. "Please don’t be mad, I tried so hard!"

Calming down, Alan reached for Emma and hugged her tight, feeling that she was about to cry. "Come here, sit with me," he said, motioning for her to sit on the couch.

"Not over you lap?" she asked, stunned, a few tears leaking down her face.

"Don’t rush things," he just said, and practically had her sit on his lap. "Emmy, you were right in spanking her. She did deserve it."

"Yeah?" she wondered, sniffling hard.

"Yes she did, she disobeyed and did something she shouldn’t have done. Emma would have spanked her anyway..."

"O-okay."

"... just as I am going to spank you, Emmy. I’m not being mean, sweetie," he said, kissing her forehead, "but you really should have paid more attention."

"I’m so sorry daddy, do you have to spank me? I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!" she begged pitifully.

"Yes I know you already learnt, and I see how upset you are, so, I’m just going to regard this as ‘general carelessness’ and give you a mild hand-spanking as per the chart, how does that sound?"

Emma nodded, cuddling in his arms. "It felt so awful," she whispered.

"I can imagine... you weren’t prepared for that, but you did it anyway," he said, cuddling her back. "How did that happen?"

"I didn’t want her to worry all day about her mom being mad. It... it was a lot harder then I thought and I cried and Gaia was so brave though."

Alan smiled and couldn’t help but smirk, but good-heartedly. "The spanker crying... that’s something, Em, isn’t it? But you were very brave too, I’m so proud of you."

"Really?" she whispered, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

"Really," he said, kissing her back. "Given the situation, you were a responsible girl. But," he said, breaking the hug, "you shouldn’t have come down to that in the first place, Emmy. Do you understand why?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, I do. I was in charge, I should have been with her."

Alan nodded with her. "Exactly. There’s a great responsibility in taking care of someone, and in a way, you’ve just experienced what I go through every time I spank you."

"Do you cry sometimes?" she asked seriously.

He tried to ignore the lump in his throat. "No. But I’m very close to that. I have to fight it, at times."

"I love you daddy. Can we get it over with now? My tummy is getting upset." She looked at him with eyes filled with tears and a trembling lip.

"Sure, sweetheart... are you sure you don’t want to lie down for a bit, first, or use the bathroom or anything?" he said, rubbing her tummy delicately. "We have all evening, you know."

Emma shook her head no. "I thought Emma was gonna spank me or something and I got all upset," she whispered. "And my stomach is being evil."

"Well it’s none of her business, you know," he said, arching his eyebrows. "You are my concern, not hers... and okay, come on, let’s get this underway." And with that he unsnapped her jeans and unbuttoned them. "Lay over, sweetie."

She wriggled across his lap, laying her head on his leg. "Ready daddy," she whispered.

"You’re a good girl, Emmy," he said, and he lowered her jeans and panties to just below her bottom in a quick motion, then began to spank her cheeks with medium force smacks.

Emma squeaked at first, then just jerked with the swats, sniffling. She didn’t want to wriggle too much, that made it harder for the one who spanked -- she knew that now. Alan didn’t stop until Emmy’s bottom was painted an uniform light pink, then delivered ten sound swats to her sit-spot and took a pause.

"Will you be more careful in the future, Em?"

"Yes daddy!" she cried out, beginning to kick. Her hands went back to try and block. "Please no more daddy!" Tears started to cascade down her face.

"I’m almost through Emmy, but don’t reach back, you know better," and he took her hands away and delivered five last, sharp swats across both cheeks. "It’s over, sweetheart."

Emma then sobbed as he pulled her up into his arms, burying her face in his chest. "I love you, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean toooo!"

"I love you too sweetheart, never ever doubt that," he said, hugging her tight. "You see, this is one of the times I feel like crying."

She sniffled. "You can cry daddy, I won’t make fun of you or anything," she hugged him as tight as she could.

That actually made him smile at her candour, but still, a small tear escaped the corner of his eye. "I know you wouldn’t... gosh, I love you so much."

She kissed his tear away and nestled close. "Will you rub it better?" she asked. "Gaia asked me to, and I did."

"Of course I will," he said, moved by that sweet gesture of hers. He started rubbing her pink bottom in slow circles as she still hugged her. "Better?"

She nodded. "Can I baby-sit her again? She was awfully cute we did have fun. I’m sorry I whined so much this morning. And I was so mad at you," she admitted. "I was really, really mad."

"Ha, don’t think I didn’t notice," he said, rolling his eyes. "You were practically ignoring me... yes of course you can baby-sit her again if there’s a need to. But as of now, I think it’s you to need some baby-sitting..."

"Huh? I need a baby-sitter? What for?! And that was really mean dad to make that comment about my bottom, you humiliated me..." she added softly, twirling her hair around a finger.

Alan smirked. "I was sure you’d react like that," he said, smiling. "No, you don’t need a baby-sitter, I was just kidding. And that comment was funny, in my opinion."

"Was not! Why’d you say that?".

"C’mon, I told you. I was really just kidding."

"Okay, whatever, but I am still not happy you said it," she pouted.

"Awww," he went. "Then all I need to do is making you happy, right?" and with that he started tickling her belly.

Emma giggled and squirmed, trying to shove his hands away. "Noooo!" she shrieked in delight.

"Nooo? Nooooo? Ask for mercy! Ask for it!" he said, laughing too, still tickling mercilessly.

"Mercy!" she squeaked, her face red from laughing so much. "Mercy daddy!" she begged.

"Ahh well, I see you’re coming to terms with it..." he said. "But don’t you know I’m the villain? I lied! Take this!" and he still tickled on, but more lightly now, then eventually stopped.

Emma sat in his lap, panting from exhaustion, but smiling like an idiot. "Daddy, wanna hang out tonight?" she asked, hugging him.

He smiled back, he too flushed and exhausted, and nodded. "Sure... I want you in the most posh dress you can find so I can take you to the best restaurant in town, hmm?"

She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Okay, give me ten minutes!" she slid off his couch and bounded up the stairs, but not before smacking his head with a pillow from behind, to which he responded by smacking her bottom, he too with the pillow.

Emma giggled and returned a few moments later, ready for a night on the town with her dad. It was a rare treat and she was excited. Her dad was her hero, and always would be.

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