Chapter five: You need to eat baby

I was currently scrolling through Instagram on the couch, halfway paying attention to whatever show that was playing on the flatscreen in front of me. Joel was going to be home any minute now, and I had to admit, I was excited as hell to see him. 

I had the day off today, and decided to completely pamper myself. I had shaved, did a full body sugar scrub, deep conditioned my hair, plucked my eyebrows, and did a nice hydrating face mask. I felt amazing, and I couldn't wait for Joel to see the little glow I had going on. 

I looked up to realize that it was one of the many reruns of Spongebob playing on the tv, and decided to pay attention to the show instead while I, rather impatiently, waited for Joel to get home. 

Finally, after a few minutes the door opened, and I couldn't help the loud squeal that left my mouth in excitement as I jumped up from my spot on the couch. He gave me a big smile after he closed the door, to which I returned with a wide one of my own, and ran up to him, jumping into his waiting arms swiftly once I reached him. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, snuggling my head into his chest. 

I felt his arms wrap around me securely and sighed, feeling content as ever at the moment. 

"I missed you, Daddy." I breathed. 

I felt him chuckle and couldn't help the smile that spread across my face at the comforting sound.  "

"I missed you too, baby." He kissed the top of my head and released me, much to my displeasure. I made it known by whining under my breath and giving him a big pout. 

He chuckled again lightly and suddenly swept me off of my feet, picking me up bridal style and I yelped in surprise. 

He suddenly started to litter my face with loud obnoxious kisses, leading me to giggle as I tried to turn my face away from his lips. 

"Oh you don't want my kisses now, little girl?" His tone was offended but his look remained soft, amusement swimming in his eyes.  Suddenly my neck was attacked, which tickled terribly causing me to full on laugh and try to squirm out of his arms.  "No, D-Daddy stoooop." I whined with a laugh, trying to get away. I was extremely ticklish on my neck, which he of course found out very quickly after we started dating. 

He smiled against my neck and gave me one last kiss, walking us to the couch and sat down with me on his lap. I smiled at him and laid my head against his shoulder, snuggling my nose into his neck. 

"Do I have my extra little girl tonight?" He asked, his voice gentle and I couldn't help the fuzzy feeling I felt in my tummy. 

"Yes, Daddy." I whispered into his neck. 

Sometimes I felt extra little, and tonight was one of those nights. Usually when I was in this mentality I just wanted to cuddle and spend time with Daddy, which was exactly what I planned to do. I didn't go into my headspace that often because I didn't always feel the need to. I was a childish person naturally, and Joel knew how to keep me in line, which satisfied my need to be looked after and cared for. But tonight, I wanted even more attention from him. I was his extra little girl tonight. 

A loud grumbling sound came directly from my tummy, breaking me from my thoughts. 

"Oopsie." I pulled back and smiled up at him in embarrassment. 

"It's okay baby girl, it's your body's natural reaction." He assuringly told me, then continued, "What did you eat today?" 

Hmmm, what did I eat today? I thought about it for a second. 

"Oh! Don't you remember Daddy? I had those chocolate chip pancakes you made me this morning!" I told him excitingly. He made the best chocolate chip pancakes on earth, I kid you not.  "Yes baby, I remember. What else?" He prompted, his right eyebrow raising. 

"And..." I tried to think. 

What else had I eaten? After Daddy went to work, I started my self-care session, which took longer than anticipated. After that, I worked on all my homework for the weekend, on account of Daddy's instructions. 

I froze and my eyes widened slightly. 

Shoot. I had forgotten to eat anything else! 

My pause only lasted a couple of seconds but I knew that he had noticed. 

"A-And..." I stuttered, a useless attempt at buying myself some more time to think of something. 

"Kai." He voiced, his tone quickly changing from gentle to stern within seconds. I gulped, and looked down. 

"I-I forgot, Daddy." I admitted. 

"You forgot to eat." He stated in an even tone, causing me to wince. 

He hated when I didn't eat. He knew about my past eating disorder, so he never let me get away with missing a meal for any reason. It was a big crime in our household. 

I nodded at him even though it hadn't been a question, finding my sparkly purple manicured nails much more interesting at the moment. 

"Look at me." He instructed. 

I whined lowly but did as told. 

"What's the rule, Kai?" 

I sighed defeated and recited what he had drilled into me shortly after I told him about my past. 

"I have to eat at least three meals a day, otherwise I'll get a spanking for each meal I missed." 

"And how many meals did you miss today?" He inquired. 

"I missed two, Daddy. Lunch and dinner." 

"Yes, and why did you miss two meals, baby?" He asked steadily, his eyes piercing into mine. 

"Be-because I forgot." I stuttered out in a small mumble, my voice barley audible. 

He heard me anyway.

"You know how I feel about you missing meals Kailynn, and you simply forgetting is completely unacceptable." He scolded, his words laced with disapproval. 

Tears started to form in my eyes from his scary tone, as well as his use of my whole name. I looked away from him, not wanting him to see my teary reaction to his light chastising. 

He held my chin with his index finger and thumb, and tilted my face back to him. 

"I can't stand the thought of you being hungry, baby girl. I need you to remember to eat, okay? We can't have you going hungry, right?" 

I pouted and nodded in response. 

I was usually really good with eating regularly, and for the most part I always ate three meals a day, sometimes even more. It had been years since my eating disorder, and I had a much better relationship with food now than I did before. 

"I'm sorry." I breathed, tears starting to escape down my cheeks. 

"I know." He responded, and kissed my tears away gently before kissing my lips. He gave them a few soft pecks before pulling away completely. "Lets get this punishment over with so that we can cuddle and watch movies, okay baby?" 

"Yes Daddy." I agreed sadly. 

"Good girl. Now, you missed two meals today baby, so you get two spankings, one tonight, and one tomorrow night." He informed me, then continued. "However, for tonight's punishment, I've decided that we're going to do something a little different." 

"O-Okay, Daddy." I sniffled, not loving the sound of that. 

"Okay, baby." He smiled and pecked my lips once more. 

He stood up abruptly, cradling me in his arms as if I were a baby, and I instantly cuddled into his warmth, never wanting to leave. 

He walked into the kitchen and started walking to the left, opposite of the refrigerator and stove. 

We had recently got a designated naughty chair for me, which was in the corner next to our microwave stand. It faced outward, thankfully so I didn't have to stare at a boring wall, but I still didn't want to sit down for 15 plus minutes nonetheless. 

I whined as soon as I saw him walking us towards the dreaded chair, and squirmed in his arms, not wanting to be made to sit. I hated time out anyway, but I especially hated it when I was in little space. Which is most likely why he had decided to make this my punishment instead of the usual spanking. 

Unfortunately, he ignored my struggles and simply held onto me tighter, continuing to the naughty chair. 

He attempted to set me down once we reached it, but I was having none of it, and held onto him for dear life.

"No Daddy!" I frantically told him, my face scrunched up. 

"Do not tell me no, little girl." He scolded and smacked my bum, none too gently for emphasis. I gasped and let go of him in surprise. It didn't hurt much but even the littlest of slaps caused tears to form in my eyes. 

Once I was on my feet, he pulled back and looked at me sternly. 

"If you'd like Kai, we could do a full spanking first and then your timeout?" He suggested with a raised eyebrow.  That sounded absolutely terrible. 

"T-that won't be necessary, Daddy." 

"Good girl. Now, sit down please." 

I automatically did so, knowing that it had not been a request. 

"Now, I'm going to make you something to eat, and you're going to sit here in timeout until I'm finished. You know what I expect you to think about, right baby?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Good girl." He again praised lightly, causing my body to heat up a few notches as he lent down and kissed my cheek. I flushed and watched him turn and walk to the fridge to start on my dinner. 

I put my feet up on the chair and wrapped my arms around my legs. I put my chin on my knees and watched Daddy (aka his cute butt) as he lent down and started pulling out the ingredients for grilled cheese. My stomach growled, and I cringed at how loud it was. I couldn't believe I had forgotten to eat. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Joel was always quick to punish me so that I knew it wasn't okay. 

I noticed him lightly buttering up the wheat bread, his back still facing me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. 

This night was not going how I imagined it would. I was supposed to be curled up in his lap cuddling up with him until I fell asleep, not sitting alone in a cold chair. 

I groaned inwardly.

It wasn't like I had meant to forget to eat. I was really busy all day, doing things that had needed to be done. I shouldn't even be getting punished since it was a simple mistake! 

It could have been because my body was deprived of food for too long, or because I was cranky for not napping today. Either way I could feel myself quickly growing frustrated.  I definitely did not want to be in this chair for much longer. 

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. This was so dumb. 

"You better get that sour expression off of your face before you find yourself in more trouble, little girl." I heard him threaten, his back still to me. 

How did he...? 

He put the finished grilled cheese on a plate and grabbed a banana off of our marble counter. He walked over to our table and set both of the items down, and then walked over to me. 

My breathing hitched considerably, but I continued to frown at him nonetheless. Well, as best as I could with those scary blue eyes piercing through me, demanding for me to behave and be a good girl. 

"Perhaps you've decided that you would like a spanking after all, is that right princess?" 

My face scrunched up at that and I glowered at him.  All I had wanted to do was snuggle up to him, but all he seemed to want to do was spank me. It wasn't fair, I thought as more tears formed in my eyes, why couldn't we just cuddle? I hated timeout. 

"I don't want a spanking or a timeout, Daddy." I grumpily told him. 

He raised and eyebrow at me. "Your timeout would have been over with by now if you had sat here politely like a good girl." He informed. "Instead, you decided to be grumpy, so now after you're finished eating, you're going to sit here again while I clean up." 

My mouth dropped. Was he serious? 

"But-but-" 

"No buts, or yours will be sore afterwards. Now come and eat." He pulled me up from my naughty chair and sat me down at the table, right in front of my grilled cheese. 

He pushed me in and went to the drawer for some silverware.

He came back and cut up my sandwich for me, then peeled my banana and cut that up as well. He sat down, my silverware still in his hand, and picked up a cut up piece of grilled cheese, and held the fork in front of my lips. 

I automatically opened my mouth.

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Joel had fed me everything and prompted me to drink after every 4 or so bites. 

He put the last bite in front of my mouth and I ate it gratefully, feeling much better after replenishing my body. 

Daddy gave me a smile then stood up and gathered my dishes. I smiled back at him and watched him put my dishes away. He walked back over to me and my face fell when I remembered that I had to go back in timeout again.  I cried out when he picked me up from my seat and headed towards the naughty chair. 

"Daddy! Put me down!" I whined and felt more tears spill down my face. I started to wiggle more in his arms, desperately wanting to get as far away as possible from that dumb chair. 

"Kai, thats quite enough. After this, I may have to put you to bed since I apparently have a cranky brat on my hands." He told me and held me tighter against his chest. 

Wait, bed?! Noooo! I wanted to cuddle and watch movies with Daddy first!

"No, Daddy!" I yelled at him. "I don't want to go to bed yet!" 

He instantly stopped walking and looked down at me, both eyebrows raising slightly. 

"No?" He asked in a low voice. 

I swallowed thickly and couldn't help but look away from his intimidating demeanor quickly, my cheeks flushing. 

I knew he would never hurt me, of course. He loved me too much. But still, some of his dark expressions literally made me want to poop my pants. I'm almost positive he could scare Ted Bundy himself with his thunderous expressions. 

He suddenly started walking again, sat down on my naughty chair and swiftly flipped me over, across his lap. He then started to rain a series of painful smacks on my exposed bare bottom, where my bum meets my thighs. I wiggled and tried to get away, but his arms were wrapped around my waist, securing me against him. 

"Stop it!" I demanded loudly, slamming my closed fist down onto his leg angrily. 

I squeaked when he went lower and onto my upper thighs, making sitting inevitably painful for the next couple of days. 

"You're going straight to bed after this. You've also earned yourself an early bedtime after your spanking tomorrow as well." He notified with a hard swat on my upper right thigh.

"Ouch! Daddy stop!" I cried out. 

He ignored me and continued, "I don't know what has gotten into you tonight, but it stops now." He made his seriousness known by repeatedly slapping me right below my bum. "This is your finale warning little girl."

I sniveled, my eyes resembling waterfalls. 

He continued on with spanking, not going easy on me whatsoever. "And the next time you tell me "no" Kai, this spanking will be nothing compared to what you'll receive." He told me darkly, making his displeasure known by giving me a series of harsh smacks on my sit spots. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes Daddy!" I wailed my butt feeling as if it were as bright as my face, if not darker. "Please, I'm sorry! I promise i-it won't happen again." 

"I should hope not." He responded, with a final stinging slap. 

Joel rubbed my bottom, as he loved to do after spanking me. I continued to cry for a few more minutes.  Finally, my cries turned into sniffles. I put my hands under my chest and tried to push myself up, letting him know I was done. He quickly got the hint and helped me up, and pulling me the rest of the way onto his lap. I was immediately embraced tightly and I inhaled his scent, squeezing him back. 

"I-I'm sorry Daddy." I apologized again.

"I know baby, all's forgiven." He soothed lightly, kissing the top of my head. "It's all over now."

After staying like that for a few minutes, he pulled away.

"Now, I'm still going to have you sit in timeout, baby." He informed me, "You don't get to get out of things by throwing a fit. Especially, while you are already in trouble." 

I definitely did not want to sit in timeout again, especially after having a spanking, but I knew that if I refused I'd just get into more trouble. 

"Yes, Daddy." I sniffled. 

"Good girl." He kissed me then stood up holding me bridal style, walking back to the chair. He set me down, giving me one last kiss in my forehead and turned and started to clean up the kitchen. 

I sighed again as I watched him put everything he got out for my dinner away. He put the bread back on top of the fridge, and put the cheese and butter away. He then started to clean the dishes, taking his sweet time, and cleaned the counters after that.  After 6 hours (15 minutes) of sitting on the stupid chair, he finally finished. 

I watched as he walked over to me. 

"Did you learn your lesson little girl?" He implored. 

"Yes Daddy, I learned my lesson." I answered in a small voice. 

"Good. You can tell me all about it." 

Daddy picked me up from the chair and walked us to the couch. Once he sat down, me on his lap, he looked at me expectingly. 

I gulped involuntarily.

"I-I uh, forgot to eat lunch and dinner, Daddy." I mumbled. 

"Yes, baby girl. And what else?" 

"I yelled at Daddy, because I didn't want to go in the naughty chair." I continued.

"Mhmmm, and?" 

"And-and I told Daddy no." 

"Good girl, and all of those things are against the rules, right baby?" He asked. 

"Yes, Daddy." I pouted. 

"So the next time any of these happen again, your punishment will not be pleasant. Do you understand me?" His voice turned firmer, and I could feel tears start to form in my eyes once again. 

"Y-yes, Daddy." I sniveled. 

He hugged me tighter, and I laid my head on his shoulder. 

"Now, I know I said I was putting you to bed, but since you're being such a good girl, I'll let you pick out one movie to watch-" 

I threw my arms around his neck before he could finish.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best Daddy ever!" I squealed. 

He laughed and hugged me back. 

After my gratitude was over, I shot up and ran to the movie stand to find my favorite movie of all time. I quickly brought the movie over him, and he chuckled once he saw the title. 

"Baby, I think you've seen Mulan enough times to quote every single word." He said playfully and stood up to put the movie in. 

I didn't deny it as I practically bounced up and down after I handed the movie over to him, and watched as he set the movie up. 

He chuckled when he turned around to see me, and shook his head at me adoringly. 

I fell asleep half way through I'll Make a Man Out of You, feeling secured in Daddy's loving arms.