Vixen

Sir was coming home soon. I should have been awake earlier, but almost like always, I decided to just lounge about on the furniture and basically fuck off the whole day. It was a quarter past two, meaning he would be home within the next forty minutes. I needed to clean the house quickly and not make it sloppy or else I knew I'd be punished. I slipped from Our bed, the silky blankets sliding off of me like cream. I quickly dressed into a skirt and random tank top, tying my hair up before picking up around the room.

All the clothes went into the basket, dishes were taken to the kitchen, the vacuum was taken out of the closet. I glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes until estimated arrival. I sighed and sped up my pace, cleaning the kitchen and starting the dishwasher, hoping it would finish before Sir came home. I vacuumed around the house almost as quickly, emptying the dust from it after each room.

Finally finished, I looked at my work around me and smiled. Baby girl does a great job, even in haste. Then, my ears perked up from the lock on the door rattling. My Sir was home!

"Hello Daddy!" I squeak, running up to the door to help with whatever it is that's in my Sir's hands.

"Hello my Treasure," he says, and makes me beam with happiness.

"How was your day? Is there anything I can do? Take?"

"Answer me this, my sweet girl."

"Yes?"

"Why is the dishwasher running?" I lost color to my face. Sir knows I was supposed to wake up hours ago and have the house spotless for when he came back.

"Uh, I um, Sir I just—"

"When did you wake up this morning?"

"A-At eight in the morning like you said."

"Then why is the dishwasher running?"

"I-I-I forgot to run it."

"Little girl, don't lie to me. You do not lie to Daddy."

"I-I-I—"

"You know how I know you're lying?" I shook my head, biting my lip. "Because you're stuttering like a broken record."

I melted. He was right. I got to my knees and nodded, hiding my face behind my hands.

"I was a lazy pet today! I should have done it before doing what I wanted," I continued to hide.

"Little Girl."

"Yes?"

"Stand up." I obeyed, still hiding behind my hands. I didn't want to look at him because I know I did wrong. "Look at me," he ordered, and I peeked between my fingers. "Princesses don't keep their hands in their face. That's how you get pimples and blemishes." I nod, and my hands drop to my sides. "You do know what this means, don't you?"

"Yes Sir..." I looked down.

"Look at me, Little Girl," his stern voice made me quiver, and I had to obey, "Tell me what this behavior ensues."

"Punishment..."

"Of what form?"

"A swat to the butt..."

"How many?"

"Three..." I hate that I made that my lucky number.

"Good girl. Now, empty the dishwasher and go into the room. I expect you to be ready of receiving your swats."

I nodded, turning quickly and bouncing away into the kitchen. I unloaded the dishes, hearing my Sir walk to Our room, leaving the things he brought to work at the dining room table. I would handle that later, after my punishment. I did a quick wipe around on the counters before closing the dishwasher and headed to the bedroom.

"Come here, Vixen." I stood in the doorway peering at him. I hesitated, but came forward. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with a paddle in hand. He only ever spanks me with his hands when it's for pleasure. It was in our contract.

"Come. Get in position." His voice was calm but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. He knows I am not a liar, and lying about something so little and dumb was uncalled for, let alone shouldn't have happened at all.

I was over his knee, my breasts pressed against his right leg. My arms went behind my back out of habit and I closed my eyes.

"Why are you receiving these swats today?" he asked, the paddle ready and poised.

"Because I lied about doing my chores."

"And why is your Sir upset with you?"

"Because Vixen is not a liar, and she shouldn't have lied at all. She is a good girl." He chuckled.

"You're not a good girl right now, otherwise you wouldn't be receiving swats."

"Yes Sir."

I felt the wind of the paddle brush by before the clap of wood against skin made me jump. It stung, and my hands balled up into fists. Another swat.

"Last question. When did you finish cleaning the house before starting the dishwasher?" I closed my eyes. He's gonna kill me when I tell him the truth.

"Well? Little Girl?"

"F-Fourteen minutes before you came home." I crossed my arms and hid my face in them. I could feel his body language.

"You know that is unacceptable, correct?"

"Yes Sir."

"Why did you do it then?"

"I wanted to be lazy."

"You could have asked. You wouldn't be in this situation if you asked to just goof off all day. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"What do you understand?"

"That I should ask before doing something I know I will get in trouble for later."

The last swat against my ass was given, making me jump up and yelp a bit. However, my punishment was through, and I was grateful for that.

"Get up. Look at me."

I obeyed, as I always do. I stand with my feet together and my hands behind my back as I looked forward into his eyes.

"You're so beautiful. You know that?" I blushed, smiling wide. "You know, you're the best thing ever. You're my perfect Little Girl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"It's my pleasure. Now come here, give Daddy a kiss," I came forward and planted my lips on his before kissing his cheek and stepping back.

"I love you."

"I love you, Sir."