“Good girl,” he murmured, voice softening just a fraction. “That’s my brave little darkling.”
Jaxon held her on his lap, one hand stroking slow circles on her back while the other cupped her tender bottom. He spread his legs wider to make her more comfortable as he continued to rub her back. Every gentle pass of his palm over her sore cheeks sent sparks racing through her.
She was so wet. The ache between her legs had only grown hotter during the spanking, and now she worried he'd notice. She tried desperately to think of anything else — the grocery list, smelling the color nine, anything — but her body refused to listen.
Jaxon’s hand kept soothing her bottom, each slow pass drifting a little lower. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin where her thighs met her cheeks. Tazzy bit her lip hard.
“Are you wet, babygirl?” he asked, voice low and knowing.
She almost said no. The word sat right there on the edge of her tongue. But he'd just reminded her what happened when she broke the rules, and lying definitely broke them. Her cheeks burned with fresh embarrassment.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, mortified.
A soft, approving rumble vibrated in his chest. “Good girl for telling the truth. I think I'd better check and make sure.”
His hand slid down between her legs. One thick finger parted her folds and slipped just inside her. He made tiny, slow circles right at her entrance, teasing the slick heat he found there.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “Soaking wet for Daddy after a spanking. Such a needy little girl. Does it embarrass you that your bottom's still hot and your pussy's this wet?”
Tazzy pressed her face into the couch cushion, cheeks flaming. “Yes, Daddy,” she muffled through the side of the cushion.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and wicked. “That's my honest girl. I love how wet you get for me. It tells me exactly how much you need your Daddy.”
He worked his finger deeper, sliding in and out with deliberate care. Then he added a second finger, scissoring them gently before curling them upward to find that perfect spot inside her. Tazzy gasped, her hips twitching against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praised quietly. “Let Daddy take care of you. You took your spanking so beautifully. This is your reward, babygirl. Come for Daddy.”
His fingers moved with steady purpose, stroking that sensitive place again and again while his thumb brushed lightly over her clit. The pleasure built fast and sharp. Tazzy clutched the couch cushion with one hand and his ankle with the other, her breath coming in short gasps.
When the orgasm hit her, it rolled through her in deep, shuddering waves. She cried out, body trembling as she clenched around his fingers. Jaxon kept moving them slowly, drawing every last pulse of pleasure from her until she collapsed across his lap, limp and panting.
He eased his fingers free and pulled her up close. She hugged his neck while she caught her breath. After a moment, he lifted his hand and touched his glistening fingers to her lips.
“Taste,” he said gently but firmly.
Tazzy hesitated, embarrassment flooding her again. “Daddy…”
“Stick out your tongue, babygirl.”
She obeyed, cheeks burning. He touched his finger to her tongue, letting her taste her own arousal. Then he brought the same fingers to his own mouth and licked them clean while she watched, eyes wide.
When he lifted her to sit on his lap, she could feel his hard erection. She buried her face against his chest. “Can I do something to make you feel good, too, Daddy?”
Jaxon shook his head and pulled her tighter into his arms. “No, sweet girl. What I just did was a special treat for my babygirl. You took your spanking so well. You earned every bit of that pleasure.Right now, all Daddy wants is to hold you and make sure you feel safe and loved.”
He kissed the top of her head, his voice dropping to that soft, reassuring tone she loved so much. When he was ready, he said, “Let's finish dinner, and then we can have popcorn and watch a movie or whatever you want. Tonight's about taking care of my girl.”
Tazzy melted into him, the last of her embarrassment fading under the warmth of his care. Her Daddy knew exactly how to make her feel both small and cherished at the same time.
He made sure her pants were back in place before carrying her back to the table. This time, he set her on his lap and fed her the broccoli one bite at a time. She ate every piece without complaint. The milk followed, plain and cold. She drank it all.
When the plates were clear, Jaxon kissed the top of her head. “I like this sharper version of you,” he said quietly. “The one who tests me and still trusts me to catch her.”
Tazzy smiled. “I like this sharper version of you, too. The one who doesn't hold back. The one who takes what he wants and still makes me feel safe.”
Jaxon’s arms tightened around her for a moment, then he gave her a quick kiss. “Good. Because this version isn't going anywhere, babygirl. Now let's get that popcorn.”
He stood with her still in his arms and carried her into the kitchen like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tazzy wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. He set her on the counter beside the microwave, then pulled out the big glass bowl, a popcorn kettle with a lid, and a bag of uncooked popcorn.