Amber woke up in the twin bed and pulled the princess sheet and blanket up to her chin. She yawned and snuggled deeper into the blankets. She knew that Gina would be in soon.
Gina opened the door and stepped inside. “Good morning, Amber.”
Amber looked up at Gina and grinned. Gina was in her mid 40s, about 20 years older than Amber. She and her husband, Dean, had been clients of Katie’s for a long time. They had worked with other girls but enjoyed Amber the most.
“Good morning, Mommy,” said Amber. She sat up and stretched her arms. She climbed out of bed and padded to Gina. Her drop-seat footie pajamas were warm and cozy. Secretly Amber wished she had a pair for her apartment in the city.
Gina patted Amber’s bottom and gave her a kiss on the head.
“Now go potty, honey and then make your bed. Daddy’s waiting for us in the kitchen,” Gina told her.
Amber padded to the bathroom while Gina disappeared toward the kitchen. On the way back, she ignored her bedroom, knowing that was what the clients wanted. She climbed up onto the wooden bench at the kitchen table and let Gina serve her pancakes.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said to Dean. He was drinking his coffee.
“Good morning, sweetie,” he answered her with a smile.
“Did you make your bed, Amber?” Gina asked.
Amber looked away. “Um… yes.”
Dean looked at Amber. “Young lady, are you telling the truth?”
Amber shrugged. “I’ll make it later, ‘kay?”
Gina put her hands on her hips. “Amber Jane, did you just lie to your mommy?”
Amber conjured up a guilty look. “I… I didn’t mean to.”
Dean put down his coffee. “You know better than to lie to Mommy, Amber. Go to your room.”
Amber slammed her fork against the table. “It’s not fair!” she shouted.
Dean stood, and Amber scampered to her room. Dean and Gina followed close behind.
Dean grabbed Amber by her forearm and seated himself on the small bed. He pulled Amber across his sturdy thighs.
“Daddy, no!” Amber pleaded. “Daddy don’t spank.”
“You’re getting a good, hard spanking,” said Gina. Her hands were on her hips. “You were a naughty girl. You disobeyed Mommy when you didn’t make your bed, and then you lied about it.”
While Gina was scolding, Dean was unbuttoning the little flap on Amber’s pajamas. He pushed the fabric down on both sides so that Amber’s bare bottom poked out like two little hills with a valley in between.
Dean began spanking Amber with swift, firm swats. Amber started to sniffle and kick. “No Daddy! Stop!”
“Daddy will not be stopping until your little bottom is nice and pink,” Gina said while Dean continued to spank Amber.
Amber wiggled her bottom under Dean’s descending hand. “Daddy no! I’m sorry!”
Dean landed several more swats on Amber’s uncovered bottom. Then he looked at Gina. “You think it’s pink enough?”
“Yes!” cried Amber.
Gina pursed her lips. “A few more for the lying.”
Dean followed his wife’s directions and landed five more hard swats to the pink skin. Amber cried out with each one. When he was finished, Dean let Amber crawl off of his lap.
“Daddy, aren’t you going to put my flap back?” asked Amber in a teary voice.“Absolutely not,” Dean told her. “You can walk around the house with your naughty, bare bottom showing this morning. Now apologize to your mother.”