you've spent the last two days in this state, after a reckless mistake at work, a missed assignment, or some other important task that slipped your mind. its a quiet, almost calm evening when it catches up to you. when he catches up to you.

whether you sought him out or he had to catch you himself, it doesn't matter. all it takes is one look from him and you're teary-eyed and ashamed, covering your face, only for him to pull your hands back.

“i'm so proud of you,” caleb caresses your cheek. the praise is undeserved, you think. his tone is comforting and out of place, it sounds almost paternal. your face heats, and against your will, your form melts into his. he catches you instinctually, with ease.

“come here, let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling gently under your hands.

you sniffle, fussy, turning away. you feel embarrassed. you weren't supposed to fold so quickly. he only hums at you.

“don’t need to do anything, just lemme take care of it all, i know what you need,” he tells you, not unkind, but not leaving room for argument either.

your mind whirls with a heady, buzzing pleasure as caleb leads you into the bedroom and starts undressing you. his hands are tender and thorough, and he shushes you at any sign of protest.

“daddy knows best, he needs to see his little girl to make her better, okay?” he explains, as if he was waiting for your approval. as if he wasn't already set on making you relax for him no matter what.

he pulls your arms up, holding them there with one hand wrapped around your wrists, the other pulling your shirt off. he smiles at you encouragingly as you pout at him, grumpy. next, caleb tugs down your pants and underwear, even removing your socks, leaving your body completely exposed in contrast to his clothed form. 

he sits you in his lap once you're bare, eyes warm and affectionate.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks, palm smoothing over your bare hip, as if petting you. 

“did so well for me, good job,” caleb praises, and your exposed core throbs.

you whine and pout, not quite knowing what for. he only chuckles and smiles at you, thumb brushing your chin.

“does my little baby want something, hm?”

he scans your body, the attention only making you feel smaller, limp in his arms. your eyes are wide, following his movements as he brings one big palm to your chest. 

calebs hand covers one breast easily as he palms it gently. the groping makes you whimper, the way he massages one side before switching to your other breast.

“so much tension in your pretty body, no wonder you're feeling fussy,” he wonders, hands working at you while holding your hips still, forcing you to just sit there and let him grope you. 

“good thing that daddy's here now, to set you right again”

his hands spread your thighs firmly, your little squeaks of resistance cooed at, dismissed affectionately. your cunt is sticky and slick with your arousal. your cheeks feel hot, embarrassed at the way his eyes focus intently on your body.

“this the reason?” caleb asks, looking at your eyes only for a moment, voice warmly teasing. “this little cunny needing some attention, making my sweet girl all difficult?” 

he’s talking down to you, not meanly, only authoritatively. he hums, hand sliding down your soft stomach, sliding past the curls at your pubic to directly cup your sex.

he holds your legs apart more firmly, spreading his own thighs underneath you to force them wider, to feel your wetness better.

“can’t have my girl left wanting, can i?” he talks more to himself, pressing his palm against your throbbing clit before withdrawing his hand again.

right as you're about to protest, lips pouty and eyes teary, he shushes you, then licks his fingers, moaning slightly.

“mmh, tastes so good, it's like that sour attitude is dripping right out of you,” he says, praising despite the patronising words. you want to squirm in embarrassment again, but his grip is so steady that you can't move. it shouldn’t make your head spin so easily. 

“you’re getting even more fussy, baby,” caleb admonishes, voice too warm and affectionate to be considered real discipline, until he picks you up and hauls you over his lap. 

once he’s flipped you around, his palm presses down on your low back and his forearm restricts your thighs so your squirming and kicking is rendered useless.

“my little baby doesnt mean it, i know she doesn't," he assures, squeezing and groping at your ass greedily, “-but, that doesn’t mean i can let this kind of behaviour go just like that, does it?” he leans down, gripping your face, making you look up at him.

your eyes are wet, your mouth slightly open, and your face is hot with the humiliation of being spread over caleb’s lap, fully exposed like this.

“hnng,” you manage a whine, and he shakes your head for you, then coos in agreement.

“there’s my good girl, you do understand, i have to do this,” he squeezes your face, speaking clearly and sweetly, like you won't understand otherwise. “it’s daddy's job to take care of his baby,” caleb explains, reasoning his behaviour. “corrections are necessary for your well-being” 

he's talking down to you, kissing your forehead to placate you like he's your actual dad, you think. treating you like you can't handle yourself; like you don't get a say. his hand slides down your back, stopping to grab your ass, holding it there.

“don’t worry, daddy’s gonna make it all better,” he coos, giving your bare ass a slight tap to start.

“-mmh, daddy,” you whine, pleading. caleb shushes you, smiling.

“i know, shh, i know baby,” he comforts, and for a moment you think caleb won’t spank you over his lap after all. his voice is so genuine, so caring. then, he speaks again. 

“you’ll be better for it,” he tells you, humming gently, like this is something he has to do. “daddy’s gonna take care of you, like i always do”

his palm lands against your ass harder the next time, and you cry out, clutching his thigh. he rubs the skin between the hits.

“only ten, this time,” caleb informs, as if there was a logic to this. to him, maybe there is, but to you, it doesn't make a difference: it’s not in your control. you squeal as he strikes again. 

“ah, there you go, let it out,” he praises, before hitting again.

“that’s three, already, my brave girl,” he coos, making you feel like a kid again, the way he’s talking to you. you kick your feet, petulant and confused, but he only spanks you again, your resistance nothing to his strength. he’s got you pinned with ease, and you know there’s no way out of it. 

you can't help the way you jolt at the strikes, and when he delivers three quick ones he holds you in place with more strength to keep you completely still. your core throbs at the feeling of being restrained like this, letting yourself be disciplined like this by your gege. 

“there you go, almost there,” caleb coos, rubbing your sore cheeks, letting you take a breath before giving you another slap. 

“two more like this, you're doing so well,” he praises, palm smoothing over your ass, his gaze trailing over you appreciatively, as if admiring a prized possession. you hiccup and nod, and he smiles.

“that’s my brave little one, daddy’s so proud of you,” he soothes, laying it on thick before he strikes again. he pats you a bit as you squeal. 

“one more,” caleb hums. 

when his palm hits your ass next, it comes down harder than before. you let out a sob, the pain forcing the sound out of you. caleb is immediately cooing at you again, his hand smoothing over your ass, leaning down to kiss your hair, letting you clutch him as you sob. your tears don't deter him, don’t make him regret, but he praises you almost apologetically. 

“there you go, i know, little girl, that was a lot,” he makes you look at him again, “you did so well, daddy’s proud of you” 

you melt into him, your face pressing against his palm readily, crying freely now, whining. caleb’s hands slide under you, lifting you onto his lap again, your small body like a doll in his arms. his hand stays gentle on your sore ass, and he bounces you in his lap a bit.

“there you go, all done, all better,” he kisses your teary face, smoothing your hair back, smiling at you proudly. 

he coos at the way you wrap your arms around his neck, almost hanging onto him even after he's disciplined you like a kid.

“all good, daddy's here,” he coos, giving you no time to rest, sliding those big, strong hands all over your body, over your small chest, down to your dripping cunt.

you're slick to your thighs now, being bent over his lap making your cunt even more wet and throbbing for him. caleb coos in awe as he spreads your legs, smiling at how he meets no resistance from you this time. 

“ooh, look at that pretty little cunny-” he praises, voice warm and proud. he spreads your folds, moving aside the slick hair to expose you to him completely. his fingers look so big between your thighs. he’s handling you so carefully, yet certainly, that it makes you relax even more into his hold. you feel taken care of. like he owns you, like he knows your body better than you. you shiver at the thought. 

“daddy-” you whine, legs naturally spreading more for him. caleb smiles, kissing your cheek before shifting you sideways in his lap so he can see you better. 

he gently traces your folds, toying with the slick that drips out of your desperate cunt, making a mess of his pants. he avoids touching your clit, careful and slow with his motions.

“aww, does my baby want daddy to make her feel better? does her cunny need attention?”

“mmh, daddy, please,” you nod, lips parted, face hot; a dumb, cute expression that makes calebs cock twitch in his pants.

“tell me, ask nicely,” he reprimands, fingers massaging the mound above your clit, firmly holding you open and exposed for him. 

“ask daddy to touch you here,” he taps, then cups your cunt. calebs hand is so big that it envelops you completely. 

you throb against his palm as your breath hitches. 

“daddy, please-” you whimper, mind reeling and melting, dripping out between your legs, “please touch my cunny, fix it, daddy-”

he groans at the pretty way you plead for him, his eyes rolling back, swallowing.

“fuck, thats daddy’s girl, i love you–asking so nicely–of course, i’ll make it all better,” he praises, the words flowing out of him. caleb sounds outright hungry, his eyes intense and greedy.

his fingers slide over your cunt, brushing over your clit only gently, slowly, and you jolt at the sensation. he moans, grip tightening.

“such a pretty little cunny,” he murmurs, eyes glued to the way you clench and pulsate around nothing when he slides his fingers over your clit again.

you twitch more as caleb switches to rubbing your bare clit more intently–small, light circles–and he inhales sharply. your squirming is making you grind down on his cock. caleb squeezes your hip. 

“keep still,” he warns, gathering slick from your entrance. 

he spreads the slickness over you again. you close your eyes at the humiliating sounds of it, how wet you are. when caleb targets your exposed clit again, you squirm, oversensitive at the pressure. 

he lands a light tap on your cunt with his fingers, ignoring your squeak, then keeps rubbing as he wants to.

“keep still for daddy,” he reminds, slapping again when your hips jolt in response to the previous one. 

“ah, dad-” you whine, cunt throbbing at the discipline, his tone, willing your hips to stop moving.

caleb smiles at your desperation, at the title that slips out. his tone is a bit cruel, but always appreciative. he presses down more, using two fingers to directly stimulate your clit, circling it with precision. 

“feel good? too much?” he asks, pressing more, then making the touch light again.

you grip his arms, not to stop him, but trying to ground yourself in the overwhelming, almost painful pleasure he forces onto you. 

“‘s so much, hurts- daddy, dad-” your whine aborted by a hiccup as he slaps your cunt again, making you arch into the touch. 

you're leaning into his chest so you feel the way that he chuckles warmly at your whining, you can almost feel the smile in his voice after he gives another slap.

“does my little girl like that? daddy spanking her little cunny?' caleb asks, smiling in awed realisation, then bringing his fingers down again, testing the theory.

“daddy- please, please-” you whimper, feeling yourself throb, keening into the touch as he brings his fingers to your clit again. “‘m gonna- daddy, can i-”

caleb chuckles, finding you endearing like this. so small, so desperate. he adds pressure and watches your little body struggle and arch against him, both resisting and inviting the pleasure he brings you. 

he gropes your tits again with one hand, legs bracketing yours to spread you open and restrain you. he speaks into your ear, appreciative as he squeezes your tits together with one big hand. 

“fuck, youre so small-” he groans, pressing harder on your clit, “such a pretty girl for dad,” calebs voice sinks into a low, rough affirmation, his mind reeling. 

you feel entirely held, exposed to his gaze, to his hands. caleb’s arms hold you steady, and all you can do is clutch at his biceps as you barrel towards your orgasm.

“daddy-” your eyes roll back at the pointed pleasure at your core. caleb grunts in your ear.

“say it again for me- fuck” he sounds like he's the one pleading now, fingers gripping your softness again, forcing your body close to his. 

“tell me whos touching your cunny like this, tell dad youre coming”

his words hit you, pushing you over the edge. 

“ah, daddy, dad- i love you, i’m coming- dad-” you manage before calebs fingers on your clit press firmer, your eyes roll back and your body arches into him, mind completely melted.

“fuck, there you go, dad’s so proud of you-” caleb coos, elevating your high, the words dizzying.

”let go for daddy, that’s my little girl,” he praises you through it, clutching your small body to his, fingers carrying on with their circles over your pulsating cunt.

“such a pretty cunny, such a pretty girl,” he praises, cock throbbing at the sight of your intense orgasm. he only slows down once you loosen your hold on his bicep, whimpering and trembling in his arms. caleb smiles, holding your body through the comedown, caressing your body as you catch your breath. 

“did so well for me, dad’s so happy you came for him,” caleb kisses your cheek, not minding the way you're out of your mind, blinking and panting in his arms. caleb feels high off of it, feels his heart swell in his chest as much as his cock strains against his pants. he ignores it for now, pressing kisses onto your forehead, your temple, your parted lips.

“daddy’s right here, i’m so proud of you,” caleb pulls you close, cradling your knees over his arm, shushing you as he moves you into his arms fully.

“all better now, just my sweet little girl, now, aren't you?”

you don't answer, just let your head lay limp against his chest, nuzzling close to your gege. 

caleb chuckles, feeling pleased, humming so you feel the vibration through his chest.

“just a sleepy girl,” he murmurs, rocking your small frame slightly, “it’s okay, dad’s right here. dad’s gonna take care of you”