"BABYSITTING EMMA"
(part Two of Two)

At half past ten in the evening, Emmy looked up from the book she was reading while nestled into the guest bed; someone had knocked on the door. "Uh, come in," she called softly, not wanting to wake Gaia in the adjacent room.

Opening the door quietly, Emma crept in and walked by Emmy’s bed. "Hi dear. Are you alright? Wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything before sleeping.

Emmy smiled shyly and shook her head no. She still scooted over to her though, putting the book down. "Wanna sit or something?" she asked, patting the bed, feeling very shy and not quite knowing how to ask that.

"Yes, please," Emma said, and sat where pointed by the young girl, resting her hands on her lap and looking at her. "How do you feel after... you know what?" she asked.

Emmy shrugged. "I’m really shy, you know," she whispered, not mentioning or commenting about what Emma probably meant.

The woman outstretched a hand and rubbed her hair. "You hate me for spanking you, Emmy?"

Emmy shook her head no really quickly. "No! No, not at all! Just... shy," she blushed and buried her face in Emma’s lap to try and hide her embarrassment. She wanted to say: ‘wow, it was great to have a mum, even if I was in trouble’, or perhaps: ‘thanks for caring’, or ‘hold me again, please?’. She kept all of that inside, though.

Smiling at her even though she couldn’t see, Emma kept caressing her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I know what you mean. It has nothing to do with being bare and everything, right?"

Emmy mumbled a little ‘no’ keeping her face where it was. She had never noticed how soft Emma’s hands were, or the rose scented perfume she wore. It was very soothing.

Nodding and smiling again, Emma took a firm grip on Emmy’s body under her armpits and placed her on her lap, her teenage lithe body still feeling quite heavy despite her muscled arms. "Emmy, I did that because I love you, and I also do this," she kissed her forehead, "because I love you. I want you to know that, okay?"

That was too much for Emmy to take, at the moment, and she burst into tears, trying to scramble away, now beyond embarrassed to cry again for such a stupid reason, but she just couldn’t help it.

"Hey hey hey," Emma said, taking her back and lifting her face, and giving her a reassuring smile. "I’m sorry, I didn’t want to embarrass you. What’s up, sweetie?"

"I can’t say, it’s embarrassing and stupid!" she wailed.

"Well I promise I won’t laugh at you," Emma replied. "But if you don’t want to say, no problem, there’s no hurry."

Emmy buried her face in Emma’s shoulder for several moments, then mumbled. "I wish my mummy was like you! I wish you were my mummy!"

Emma could only have imagined something like that, but she wouldn’t have thought it might actually be true. "Oh sweetheart... you miss your mother?" she asked in a soft voice, not trying to take Emmy away from her shoulder.

"No, she was mean sometimes and she never cared what my OLD dad did. Daddy is the greatest. I just wish the girlish things sometimes, ‘cuz dad is a guy obviously."

"Yeah, Alan’s a guy, I can grant you that. He wouldn’t know ‘tact’ if it bit his arse," she said with a wink and her typical strong British accent. "So I can understand that."

Emmy gave a little giggle. "I’m sorry," she whispered. "I just like you a lot, and this feels really good." Her face was a flaming red as tears dripped from her sad little eyes

"Then I’m relieved, whew," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "I thought I was the only one to like it to be here and hold you."

"Huh?" Emmy asked, confused.

Giving a small tap to her nose, she said: "I said that I like to hug you and talk about ‘girlish stuff’ too, you know. I always thought how it is like to have a daughter your age, and Gaia’s a long way from there."

Emmy looked down as a rather childish idea hit her. "No, that’s stupid," she mumbled to herself

"What is, honey?" Emma said, caressing her cheek. "There are no stupid questions, only wrong answers," she quoted.

"Wanna pretend?" she whispered, leaning into the touch and burying her face in the comforting softness of Emma’s side and gently motherly touches.

Emma thought she understood what the young teen meant, and didn’t want to embarrass her further by asking, so she just said: "Yes I do, it would make me happy."

Emmy looked up, her little eyes shining. "Really?" she whispered, as though Emma had said she would buy the moon.

"Really," Emma smiled and nodded back, then leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Emmy threw her arms around Emma’s neck and kissed her cheek, smiling brightly. "I love you! Just don’t spank me too often, huh? Dad does enough of that." she blushed. "But I’d kinda like a pretend mum. A girl needs one, right?"

"Oh yes," Emma said, "every girl your age needs one... well, actually I’m still a mummy’s girl at MY age, but you don’t tell Alan THAT or he’s going to tease me from here to forever and your little bottom," she patted it lovingly, "is going to pay," she added with a smirk.

Emmy blushed and squirmed a little. "Yes mummy""-?" she whispered, wondering if that would be okay to say.

Emma sighed. "I’m not your real mummy, you know?" she said, but then quickly took that back. "... but you can call me that. And can I call you Emmy?"

Emmy nodded. "And I know you’re not my real mummy, but nobody but Gaia and Greg and dad will know, we’ll just use it when it’s use, so people don’t like worry or anything, okay?"

Emma followed the teenager’s logic for a second, then nodded. "Okay cutie, we’ll do it like that. But the downside is that you’re gonna have to be a pretend-sister to that little squirt, hehe."

"I already am, silly. And I like it," Emmy smiled. "And I like you" she whispered.

"Aww, come here," Emma said, hugging the girl tight.

Emmy curled up like a tiny girl in Emma’s arms, breathing deeply and she sighing happily. "You don’t use brushes do you?" she whispered.

It was Emma’s turn to giggle a bit. "No, I don’t, my hand is more than enough to set your little tush on fire," and with that she tickled her belly and chest.

Emmy giggled and wriggled. "Wanna tell dad that?" she asked between happy squeaks.

"Oh I’m sure he wouldn’t listen, stubborn as he is!" She stopped tickling her and lay aside her on the bed. "Alan is a good man, you know."

Emma nodded. "The best. Just... funny ideas about spankings" she giggled. "Makes me wonder how he got all these ideas!"

"Oh, probably from his own family, heh. Spanking is traditional you know."

"Dad? Spanked? Yikes, that’s a scary thought! I’ve never met his parents..."

Emma shrugged. "Neither did I, but don’t worry about that. He’s a good man and he loves you so much... you’re the apple of his eye, trust me."

Emmy blushed, then yawned. "Can I ask a tiny favour?" she whispered

"Sure, go ahead..."

"Can you rub it some more?" she asked shyly. it really didn’t hurt anymore, but it was a comforting thing for Emmy, at least when Alan did it.

"Yes, of course..." Emma replied, a bit surprised, but of course she was going to do it if that would help her. "Roll over, come on."

To Emma’s surprise, Emmy rolled over and slipped her shorts and panties down a bit. "Should’ve packed a night-gown," she commented.

And in fact Emma was very surprised to see Emmy do that, and wasn’t quite sure what to do, so she hesitated. "Err... well... I..."

"N--n--never mind," Emmy said hurriedly and yanked them up. "I’m sorry!" she put the pillow over her head

"Aww Emmy, I’m sorry..." Emma stuttered. "I was just a bit taken aback, come here."

Emmy shook her head no, which only made the pillow move

"Sweetie, I mean it," Emma repeated. "I’m sorry, it was my fault. You did nothing wrong, come here. You needn’t be embarrassed you know?"

Emmy’s little head poked out a tiny bit.

"Really," said Emma, smiling a little.

Emmy slid back out. "Are you sure? I’m so sorry, I screw up a lot."

"Your dad told me you think you do," Emma nodded, "but it’s NOT true, trust me."

"Crap, he talks too much," Emmy pouted. "Gotta stick a brownie in there or something," she mumbled. She wasn’t going to make the initiative again to be rubbed.

"Heh, I tried, about the browning... he would eat it," Emma sighed, then smiled and opened her arms. "Come here, Emmy. I want to rub your bottom for you, okay? Will you do me this favour?" she said, hoping to turn the tables.

Emmy nodded and rolled out of the covers again, tapping her fingers on the covers nervously.

Emma understood she needed to take the initiative, so she gently pulled at the younger girl and rolled her over on her tummy again, then sat aside her. "Like this, or bare, sweetie?"

"Bare, the shorts kinda make it itchy," she admitted. "Not the best material for after a spanking. even if it has been a while."

"I agree and oh I understand!" she said, and with gentle moves she delicately pulled down Emmy’s shorts and panties, then started rubbing her still light pink bummy with her hand.

Emmy sighed softly at the touch, her hands felt a lot different then Alan’s and it was difficult to think of why, other then because Emma was a woman. "Thanks," she said softly, hoping she would stay in this moment for a long time.

Emma smiled at seeing her reaction, and said: "You’re welcome." She rubbed the young girl’s bare cheeks for a little longer, kneading with her fingers, then stopped. "Was it okay, honey?"

"Was what ok?" Emmy asked, rather densely.

"I mean, the way I did it," Emma said.

Emmy nodded. "It was fine," she said softly. "Felt good"

"It felt good to me too," Emma said. "Anytime, Emmy. You know I’m here for you."

Her little cheeks still bare, Emmy sat up and threw her arms around Emma, cuddling so tight. "Will you tuck me in too... mum?"

"Of course I will, little one." Emma put Emmy’s panties back up but took her shorts all the way off, since they were ‘itchy’, then she placed the girl on the bed and drew the covers over her, and tucked her in properly. "Have a good sleep, Emmy."

"‘nite mummy," she whispered, already half asleep. It just felt natural to call Emma that. Like it was what her name was supposed to be all along. Feeling like she had never felt in a long time, not even with her sweet little Gaia, Emma turned off Emmy’s night light and quietly exited the room, smiling to herself, but one small tear escaping the corner of her eye.

* * *

When Alan rang the bell to Emma and Greg’s house, it was almost nine o’clock in the following morning. Emma opened the front door smiling, to be greeted by his: "Good morning, lucky woman who stayed home with the kids while I had to endure such a crappy press conference," he said.

Emma laughed. "Come on in grumpy, the girls are having breakfast," she opened the door wider and took his coat once he entered.

"Grumpy... you’d be grumpy too," he growled, but still smiled and gave her a quick hug. "So, the kids been good? Were you comfortable in the substitute mother role?" he asked, joking, not having a clue of what had happened earlier.

Emma nodded, rather solemn about it. "We had a little upset, but I took care of it. And I think I did very well as substitute mum."

"Oh I’m sorry about that," he raised his eyebrows. "Emmy gave you trouble? I sure hope not, I apologise in advance if she did," he said, heading for the living room.

"Well, we went out and Emma had volunteered to watch Gaia and Gaia got into some things and Emma was responsible, so I punished her as well." Emma followed him into the living room, where the girls were watching Scooby Doo together with big bowls of cereal on their laps.

Shaking his head, Alan imagined a repeat of last week’s events at his own house, but decided not to voice it for now. "‘morning girls," he said, entering the room. "Who’s got a big hug for a man who travelled across this darn isle at night?"

Emmy bounced into his arms and Gaia followed, hugging his leg. "She’s my sissy now," she said, poking Emmy, who playfully poked the toddler back.

Alan kissed Emmy’s cheeks and whispered ‘I love you, but we need to talk’ in her ear, then picked up Gaia and spun her around. "She your sissy? Gosh, then you’re in trouble!" Then she turned to Emmy: "Hey baby," Alan said to Emmy. "Going home, are we?"

Gaia clapped and giggled. "Me in trouble? I didn’t do nufin’ today yet!" Meanwhile, Emmy looked nervous, and her hands went back to hold her bottom as a reflex.

"Yet?" Alan said, then turned to Greg. "What do you feed this child, bread and trouble-making potion?" he said, pretending to bite Gaia’s nose; then he put her down and patted her head.

Greg laughed, but Gaia kept bouncing around Alan. "Did mummy tells you yet? We gets bigger family!!"

Emmy was sitting by Emma, looking rather nervous and forlorn, biting her lip. Her bottom no longer hurt, but it was a total bad deal to get spanked for something, and then get spanked for it again a day later. Noticing her nervousness, Alan thought it better to take her home as soon as possible, so he just smiled back at Gaia and said: "No she didn’t tell me... but I’m sure she will soon."

Emma smiled and shook her head. "I’ll let the other Emma tell you that. Now, you Rickman people get your stuff and get outta my house, c’mon, Greg needs to do some cleaning around here while Gaia and I watch cartoons."

Gaia giggled loudly, while Greg shook his head and protested: "That’s unfair."

Soon Emmy had her stuff ready and was saying goodbye to everybody, when Gaia tugged on her shirt. "Emmy?" she said seriously. "Come down here, you’re too taller"

Emmy smiled and went like ‘aww’, then lowered her head to the child’s level. "Yeah, sis?"

"I don’t mind sharing mummy with yous, she’s the bestest mummy, okay? And it’s sad that you don’t got no mummy, so we share for ever and ever and more evers, okay?" she threw her arms around the young teen’s neck as she said this, beaming, feeling very proud of herself for sharing.

Emmy beamed too, and she hugged the child back and kissed her little cheeks. "Aww you’re the sweetest sis in the world, little one. I love you. Be a good girl now, alright?" she admonished good-heartedly, then got up.

Alan circled her shoulders with his arm and gently pushed her towards the door, still thinking about what he had heard and wondering. Emma was strangely silent on the ride home. She kept running different speeches over and over in her mind to explain to her dad about ‘mummy-sharing’ with Gaia and how it was not some sort of slam to his feelings or parenting or anything like that!

Once home, Alan threw the car keys on the living room table and plopped himself down on the couch, then motioned Emma in front of him. "Come on, kiddo," he said. "You wanna tell me what this is all about? Little Gaia seemed enthusiastic..."

Emma sat in his lap, minus her usual plop or bounce into that position and snuggled close. "Dad, you know you’re the best dad in the whole world and you mean like a whole lot to me and I love you forever and never ever want to replace you, right?" Emma spilled out, all the practised speeches going right out the window.

Upon hearing that, Alan knew beyond any reasonable doubt that something was up, but somehow that was making him feel better, and not worse. "Well, honey... thank you... it’s always so good to hear you say that," and he kissed her lips in a fatherly way. "You’re important to me as well. I’m going to say it bluntly, okay? Emma spanked you?"

"No no no, that part has to wait, I’m already nervous about saying this! I kinda sorta in a way got slightly partially in a non like legal way adopted," she stopped talking and began biting her thumb nail, unable to look at him, imagining either anger or sadness in her father’s eyes and face, or perhaps a mixture of both.

Alan frowned at such a long list of ‘sorta’ and ‘like’, then couldn’t help but smile at the content of what she had said. "Emmy, that’s wonderful... I mean, you feel close to Emma, in that way? And was it because of the spanking? And Gaia knows that too?... okay, sorry, too many questions."

"Well, it happened like this. I got spanked and Emma was holding me and it felt really good and I realized that it was different than when you hold me and stuff, and she is the closest thing I have to a mother because mine sucks. So we’re gonna like pretend. Gaia thinks it was all her idea actually, Emma and Greg were quite sneaky with it. Told her that I didn’t have a mummy and I was sad so Gaia popped up with sharing her mummy and ‘adopting’ me, so she is really cute about it, thinks she is really a big girl for sharing, and we weren’t gonna tell her any different. Are you sad?" she finally looked up, her thumb still partially in her mouth as she kept chewing on her nail. A mixture of emotions played across her face.

"Do I... look sad?" he said, an expression of contented happiness and joy on his face. "You have no idea how beautiful this is to hear." Alan was so happy to hear that, wasn’t faking it. He’d always thought Emmy lacked a mother figure, and though this was ‘weird’ in a way, he was very glad.

"Yeah? Great!" she hugged him tight. "She tucked me in and everything! And she spanks hard," Emma squirmed. "But she only uses her hand, which is nice. I’m so glad you’re not upset anyway!" she kissed his cheek several times. "Okay, what was the other question? I got so excited I forgot!"

"She spanks hard, really? What had you done, Emma, by the way? She didn’t tell me yet," Alan said, ignoring the rest of her words.

"Well, I didn’t really do anything, I guess. See, Gaia was already hyper and Emma said no more sweets. So we were watching a movie and she said she wanted a drink. She was gone like five minutes, I figured she was just pouring for herself, no biggie. Then Emma came home and a piece of chocolate cake was gone, and Gaia had been begging for some and I had told her no. I guess I should’ve watched her better. So we both got spanked. And she made Gaia sit on a chair in the corner right after getting spanked. That made me kinda upset, I thought that was kinda mean, but Gaia didn’t have a fit, so I guess that is normal for her."

"I understand," Alan said, matter-of-factly. "It sounds like you really deserved it, both of you. You know better than to let that child do things on her own, don’t you?" he said in a reproving tone, then he softened it a bit and even smiled a little. "It sounds to me like Emma is a very nice and caring woman, and I’m sure she spanked you and Gaia in a loving way, just like I do, didn’t she?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah. I guess I’d just be really upset if you did that or if she did that. I hate the corner, I always feel like, dad can I use one swear word to get my point across?" she asked seriously

Alan cast her a side look, then smiled again and shook his head. "There are other ways to say that... but yeah, you can, only once!" he said, mimicking the number one with his finger.

Emma nodded. "Well, I think it describes it better. When I’m in the corner after a spanking, I feel really alone, and lower then a piece of shit," she said very softly, wriggling a little on his lap.

He sighed, thinking back at that one time when he had put her there, and how it had been a mistake. "I know, little one, but that’s not the idea. The idea behind corner time is to allow you some time to cool down and think about what you did. But I know how you hate it. You say Gaia doesn’t make a fuss about it, though?"

"Well, she cried, but she wasn’t like hysterical and she didn’t scream around or anything. Just cried ‘cuz it hurt. Get spanked and then plopped down like five seconds later!"

"Well, but she did get her cuddling afterwards, I want to hope... didn’t she?" Alan said, knowing that Emma was a very loving mother to Gaia.

Emma nodded, giving him a weird look. "Of course! We both got lots and lots of cuddles. And some rubs too."

"Rubbing?" he said, giving her a puzzled look back. "You almost never let me do that, why do you let her?" he said, faking to be offended, then winked at her.

"I let you!" Emma said back

"I know you do, I was just teasing," he said, kissing her nose. "And I’m so happy to hear that about the three of you."

Emma smiled, then chewed on her nail again for a moment before asking: "Daddy, how much trouble am I in?"

"A bit, sweetheart... but it’s not up to me to decide, we chose already, remember?" he smiled weakly. "Why don’t you go take the chart in my drawer?"

Emma nodded and shuffled to the study to retrieve the chart and brought it out to him. "Sh-sh-should I go to the corner?" she asked tentatively, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"No honey, just stay here with me," Alan said, as he read the chart through before finding the entry that better suited the current ‘offence’. "I’d say this is one of the times you have been careless and irresponsible, what do you think, Emmy?"

"Yes sir," she whispered, still shifting around nervously, looking at the floor, and her bright yellow painted toenails.

"I think so too." He handed her the paper sheet, sighing. "Read what you get for that, Em."

Emma gulped and read off the decision. "Slipper," she whispered, "ruler or paddle," she took another shaky breath – "... depending on severity of situation," she finished slowly. "Daddy, I’ve never got any of those things!" she squeaked. Damn, she was gonna start watching that little monkey like a hawk! She’d be like white on rice!

"There’s a first time for everything, Emmy," he said, almost in a resigned tone. "But in this case, I think that it’s the ruler’s first time," Alan sentenced.

Emma wriggled, dropping the contract and holding her little bottom cheeks. "Th-th-the whole spanking?" she whispered.

Alan took the sheet from the ground and sighed. "No Emmy, just thirteen smacks after your hand-spanking."

Still that wasn’t very comforting and silent tears gathered in her eyes, her lower lip trembling.

"Emmy, honey, you know you deserve this spanking, don’t you? But I can promise I won’t go too hard on you, since you’ve already been spanked."

"Yes daddy, but I already got spanked so good! It’s so hard to get spanked twice for one mistake..." her voice trailed off as a single tear made it’s way down her face, sliding off her chin.

"Emmy," he said, a slightly firmer tone now. "I know it’s very hard, but you know the rules. We stick to the chart. Emma punished you the way she saw fit, and I’m going to do the same, clear?"

"I know," she whimpered. "It just don’t make it any easier!"

"It’s not supposed to be," he said bitterly, standing up and hugging her tight, kissing the top of her head. "I love you so very much, little one. You be a brave girl now and go get the ruler. You can leave your shorts in your room."

The thought of Emma getting the very implement that would tan her small bottom sent her to loud cries as she ran out of the room to the study where Alan kept rulers for measuring things. Through her tear-blurred eyes, they all looked the same: wooden and horrible. She grabbed one that didn’t look too bad, then went to her room and took off her shorts, just plain tossing them inside the room, and slowly made her way downstairs. Alan saw her re-appear in the living room in just her panties and T-shirt, and with the ten-inches long, one-quarter inch thick and two-inch wide wooden ruler in her trembling hand. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, then sat back on the sofa.

"I love you, sweetheart, never forget that." Then he patted his lap meaningfully.

Emma could only stare at his lap for what felt like hours, but wasn’t more than a few seconds. "Daddy," she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. "I love you and I’m really sorry and I know I deserve it... but I’m scared and I’m just not that brave!" Well, that wasn’t quite how it had sounded in her head. She meant to say that she loved him and knew she deserved it and wouldn’t fight him about it, but she was having such an inner battle about going over his lap on her own for this, that she just couldn’t do it, and he’d have to do it for her.

Alan could only imagine what was going on in little Emmy’s head, but he figured she was fighting quite a tough battle between her fear and her loyalty to his discipline. He understood, though, that she couldn’t bring herself to drape her own body across his lap like she always did, so he nodded slowly and took her hands in his and gently pulled her to him, until her body was lying horizontally across his lap, where he could position it. Since he was at it, he immediately lowered her panties down to her ankles, baring her small derriere. She wrapped her arms around his leg as he did so, and laid her face on his thigh, her little body trembling, her bottom wobbling just a bit. She tried to take deeper breaths to calm herself down. It couldn’t be any worse then the spoon or the brush, after all... could it?

Rarely it had ever been harder for Alan to spank his beloved daughter, but he knew it had to be done nonetheless. What kind of example would he be giving to her if he ignored the chart the first chance they had to put it into practice? Not a very good one, that was for sure. He noticed the very slight pink blush showing on Emmy’s little bottom cheeks, and knew she still felt somewhat sore, so he promised himself he would go easy on her – as much as you can ‘go easy’ with a ruler.

"I’m starting, honey..." he said, almost in a whisper, then raised his big hand and brought it down on her tender tush with medium force.

Her body jerked slightly, even though it wasn’t as hard spanks as usual. Emma let out a low whimper, then bit her lip hard. Alan steeled himself and started spanking Emmy in rhythm, delivering medium-force smacks all over her bottom, spacing them out about half a second from one another. whack! whack! whack! whack! He gave her a good twenty before pausing and rubbing. She was sobbing openly by that time, both from having worked herself into rather intense anxiety and from the stinging swats that seemed to spread into a collective burning and tingling sensation.

Soon after stopping the hand warm-up, and still rubbing Emmy’s bum in slow circles, kneading at both cheeks with his left hand, Alan said: "I’m going to use the ruler now, honey, okay?" he said as he picked up the wooden instrument with his right hand and lined it up on her flaming cheeks.

Emma nodded and tensed her whole body up, going nearly rigid across his lap and clenching her bottom cheeks, waiting in nervous anticipation. Alan sensed this and rubbed her bottom and back some more.

"Relax, Emmy, it’ll be easier." But before she could comply, he raised the ruler and brought it down across her bare cheeks with a rather sound SPLAT!

"Owwwwwww noooooooo!" she howled, her legs beginning to kick and flail. Was there really more to go??

Her yell was ear-splitting, and heart-wrenching too. Alan saw a thin red line appear on her backside, and rubbed it better for a second. "I’m going to do the other ones faster, baby... so it’ll be over soon," he promised.

Emma didn’t even bother to answer, she was too busy crying and keeping herself from reaching back, something she knew wasn’t appreciated – or rewarded, if not with additional smacks, usually.

Sighing as she didn’t reply, Alan raised the ruler again and brought it down all twelve times on her bare bottom within the next six or seven seconds, seeing the red lines as they appeared and faded, and holding Emmy’s body tight to his own to prevent her squirming. It almost hurt him as much as it was hurting her, but at least it was over with soon and she could cry freely.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Emma screeched, squirming like mad. They were all just too fast for the pain to register before the next one and they all seemed to blaze deep into her crimson cheeks at one time. She had given up counting after the first two. "Daddy no mores, can’t take, stop daddy, please daddy, love you daddy..." she bawled, not realising yet that it was over.

Alan immediately dropped the ruler and gathered the sobbing child on his lap, letting her cling tight to him, and his right hand went to rub some sting off her now flushed backside, striped with twelve faint parallel dark pink lined from the top to the sit-spot.

"Shh it’s alright honey, it’s over, daddy loves you... I’m here Emmy, hug me, c’mon, I’m here..."

Emma threw her arms around him, bawling hysterically, squirming to move her bottom even as he attempted to rub away the horrible pain.

Alan kept rubbing her back and derriere as he talked into her ear. "It’s over, honey, you’ve been a very good girl..."

"Daddy no touch it!" she wailed, now scrambling to get away, his rubs seeming to only increase the burn.

"Oh okay, sorry, sorry," he said, taking his hand off her bum and focusing on her back. "You told me it was cool, but I won’t if you don’t want, it’s alright," and he kissed her forehead.

Emma nodded. "I know but makes worse this time," her speech rather hampered by her never-ending tears, her little body still shaking in his arms.

"It’s alright, I didn’t know," Alan whispered in her ear. "Just cry it all out, it’ll get better in a minute, and then we’re taking some lotion, hmm?" He spoke soothingly and lovingly.

Emma clung to him very tightly around his neck with her slender arms until her sobs died away to the occasional hiccup and her trembling stopped. "Ice?" she whimpered hopefully.

"Of course," he answered, smiling a little. "Whatever will make you feel better, lovey... I’m sorry it was hard, but we had agreed to it," he said in a soft tone.

Emma only mumbled a tiny answer, burying her face against his neck. Alan took that little thing for a ‘yes’, since it wasn’t a ‘no’, and just laid back on the couch, letting her sob away on his chest until she would feel ready to stand... but that time did not come, for she never did feel ready to stand up, and instead fell asleep in his arms; her face was still buried against his neck, but her small fists were relaxed, and had released his poor shirt which was now wrinkled and tear-stained.

Alan waited and waited, until he sensed his daughter’s breath grow heavier and heavier and understood she was in dreamland, just like a child. So he stood and supporting Emmy under her un-spanked thighs and beyond her back, he made his way to her bedroom, carrying her like he would carry Gaia. He wouldn’t say this to her, but there really was not much difference, in that frame.

All the journey up to her bedroom, s he never even stirred as he carried her, and her pale face was starting to regain some colour that wasn’t some tear tracks as she slept soundly. Alan eventually entered her bedroom and deposited her delicately on the bed. He kissed her forehead and drew the covers over her, leaving her without panties or shorts, knowing they would itch and burn.

"I love you, my precious," he whispered, and it was just the truth.

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