Whatever Wednesday - Turns Out Her Name Was Emily

Wednesday Morning, 6:15. Emily stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and padded out to the bedroom where Jack was lying in bed. She stole a glance at him, laying on his side watching her and grinning wickedly. It hit her that it was his favorite day of the week and a shiver went up her spine as he stood up and walked over to her. "Baby girl, I told you I would help you in the shower. Why didn't you wake me up and ask for help in the shower?" Emily remembered the game they had discussed over the past week. Jack wanted to be her to be his little girl, he would be "Daddy" for the long weekend. As "Daddy" he would be the caregiver and she would need to ask his permission before doing anything, obey him without question and accept the consequences (or rewards) she was given and thank him. Both for punishments and rewards. Instead of "Master" she was to call him Daddy or Sir. She wasn't sure how she felt about this new game, part of it sent happy shivers up her spine but another part of her thought it would be too humiliating. She was used to being submissive on Wednesdays, the whips and chains excited her now. But this was a whole other world. Wednesday sessions were just a few hours, this was a whole weekend of playacting and she wasn't sure she could do it. Jack was off the bed now and taking the towel away. "Baby, I asked you a question, good girls answer when spoken to. You want to be good for Daddy, right?" he asked as he started to towel her dry. Emily's nipples tightened up and her breath caught as he gently ran the towel over her breasts to dry them. She loved it when he touched her. "What do you say?" he asked. "Um, yes, daddy?" Em answered. "Good girl, but you did disobey me, didn't you?" he asked, lifting her chin to look him in the eye. She felt herself blush. "I'm sorry, daddy. I forgot what day it was." He tisked at her, his hands moving the towel lower in small, deliberate, teasing circles toward her pussy. "You should get a spanking for disobeying." Emily's mouth went dry, only 6:20am and she was already going to be spanked? "But Ja-Daddy-" she corrected "I didn't mean it, I'll be a good girl now." She blinked at him, hopeful. "Okay, baby girl. No spanking this time because you weren't being willful but you are going to go stand in your bad girl corner for a 10 minute time out." Jack had designated the corner across from their bed the bad girl corner and had hung a little sign that said "Time Out Spot" above it. She was to report to that corner whenever he told her to. He stopped drying her and turned her towards the corner "Nose in the corner, hands on your head, no talking." He said giving her a quick smack on the bottom (making her jump) as he guided her, still naked, to the corner. "Yes, daddy!" she exclaimed as she went to the corner and got into position. "Good girl, I'll set the timer on my phone. When it goes off you can leave the corner, turn it off and come thank me." Emily heard him lay the phone down on the nightstand, walk into the ensuite and start the shower. Did she really have to stay in this corner with her hands on her head? This was humiliating and Jack was in the shower, he wouldn't know if she just went to sit on the bed for the 10 minutes. She put her hands down and was shocked when Jack smacked her bottom -hard- before she even turned around. "Oww!!" She cried, hands flying behind her to protect her bum. Jack took one arm and dragged her to the bed. He sat down and stood her in front of him. "Knees." he commanded tugging her arm down firmly. Emily felt suddenly ashamed of herself and knelt obediently between his knees in front of him. "I knew you might try to push your limits, Emily, but Daddy is not playing around. I tried to be nice, didn't I?" "Y-yes, sir" she said meekly "You were going to leave your corner before the timer went off, weren't you?" Emily nodded. "What does daddy do to bad girls?" "Daddy, I'm sorry." Emily felt choked up already, shame and fear mixed with that strange sexual undercurrent she felt every time she was "in trouble." "That was not what I asked, what happens to bad girls that break the rules?" "You punish them?" Emily managed stammer, tears were already threatening. "I do, what punishment do you think you are about to get?" Jack asked pulling her up and pushing her over his lap. "A spanking?" she sobbed as he wrapped his leg over hers to keep her from kicking. "That's right." he answered as he started laying hard spanks quickly across her bare bottom pushing her to tears. "Ow, oh ow, Daaaddyy, please I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl." She wiggled helplessly against him as he ignored her pleas and soundly spanked her bottom. By the time he finished his little girl's bottom was sore and bright red. Her cries and wiggles had made him very hard. He would have liked nothing better than to throw her on the bed and fuck her silly but that would take them out of the game he had planned so instead he stood her up. Turned her around and commanded "Corner, now. How do you stand in the corner?" "H-h-hands on my h-head-hiccup-nose on the w-wall-hiccup-no talking?" He pushed her forward and she quickly went to the corner still trying to stop her sobs and got into position wishing she could rub some of the sting out of her bottom. "I'm going to set the timer for 15 minutes this time. If you move one muscle out of position you WILL be back over my knee, understood? You may speak to answer me." "Yes, daddy." Emily sobbed quickly. Jack set the timer then laid back on the bed slowly stroking his cock while enjoying the view of his wife's red bottom. This was the longest 15 minutes of Emily's life. She was embarrassed, her bottom was throbbing, she could feel Jack - er, daddy- watching her like a hawk and knew he wouldn't hesitate to spank her again if she messed up. Even worse was how turned on this scenario was making her. She knew Jack was hard, she couldn't help but feel his cock while she was writhing over his knee. She wished he would come take her out of time out and fuck her. The timer finally went off and she turned to face him. He curled his fingers at her, motioning her to come forward. And then pointed down when she was in front of him, prompting her to kneel. "Do you have something to say to me, baby?" He asked. "Thank you for disciplining me, daddy." she whispered. He stroked her face gently wiping away the tears. "You're welcome, baby. The rest of your punishment is no pants or underwear today. Daddy is going to help you into a long t-shirt and then we're going to go downstairs for breakfast. After that you can go play in the living room. Hopefully you won't need more spankings today." Emily nodded as Jack pulled the t-shirt - that just barely covered her bottom - over her head. "There, that's perfect." He said pulling her close he whispered in her ear,"You are mostly covered, but I can still correct you if you need it. Remember, baby girl, Daddy spanks whenever he thinks you need it - even if you still have a sore bottom." With that he kissed her neck and her knees went weak. It was like his words had a direct link to her now very nearly dripping pussy. "Yes, daddy." she sighed. "But I will be a good girl, I promise....."