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get spanked, but it'll be that much worse."
    "No, Daddy! No more spankin'!"
    He stood up, and Meg jumped to her feet and ran for the stairs. She was crying before she reached the top. She'd only been here one day and she was about to be spanked for the third time. And with the hairbrush...Again! She cried even harder, with long, loud wails as she shuffled reluctantly down the short hall to her bedroom door.
    The hairbrush was exactly where Daddy had left it after the last time, sitting pale-bristle-side up on her dresser. Sticking her thumb in her mouth and sobbing loudly all around it, she carried it back downstairs. Sucking didn't bring her near enough comfort, and the minute Daddy saw it, he said, "Thumb, Meggy!"
    It came out of her mouth with a pop, and she folded her arms over her stomach and hugged herself tightly instead. "No more spankin', Daddy. I'll never fib again."
    He reached for her arm as soon as she drew near and pulled her the rest of the way to him. Taking the hairbrush from her tightly clenched fingers, he lay it on the table. But rather than drawing her immediately over his knee, he pulled her down to sit on his lap instead.
    Without thinking, her thumb headed for her mouth again, but Daddy caught her wrist and firmly forced it down to her side. He lifted her binky, still attached to her pajama's collar by a ribbon, and though she tried to turn her head, popped it past her lips and deep into her mouth.
    He rocked her gently, stroking her back as he said, "Every time you tell a lie, you hurt us. It damages the foundation of our relationship and erodes my trust in you. I want to be able to believe every word that comes from my baby girl's pretty little mouth, but I can't, can I? Because she just lied to me."
    The binky fell from her mouth as she cried, "I'm sorry!"
    "I know you are. But being sorry doesn't change what happened, or what has to happen now."
    "But I'll won't do it anymore!"
    He hugged her, sighing heavily. "I'm glad to hear that, baby. But just the same, I'm going to make sure you don't."
    With a groan, she lay her head against his shoulder. "Are you gonna spank me hard? Is it gonna hurt?"
    He half smiled as he stroked her hair. "It wouldn't do much good if it didn't."
    Meg clung to him, burying her face in the side of his neck as she whimpered, "My tummy doesn't feel good."
    "I'm not surprised. Knowing you're about to get a good spanking can be hard on a little girl's nerves."
    "Maybe I'm gettin' sick." She couldn't help the hopeful note that crept into her voice. She pressed a hand to her own forehead. "Maybe it's the flu."
    He sighed again, but when he spoke, his tone was absolutely neutral. "Do you really think you might be coming down with something?"
    "Maybe." She rubbed her stomach. "I don't get sick very much, but my tummy really does feel upset, Daddy. An' I'm not lyin' this time."
    "All right." He stood her up and, with the hairbrush in one hand and her hand in his other, he walked her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. "If you are sick, we'll postpone your spanking until you're feeling better." He fixed her with a stern look. "But you are still going to get one and it's still going to hurt. Understand?"
    Meg nodded and swiped at her eyes with the back of her wrist.
    Laying the hairbrush on the sink, he opened the medicine cabinet and took down a glass thermometer in a two-tone plastic case. When he uncapped the lid, she opened her mouth expectantly.
    He smiled. "Nope. Think again."
    Her eyes became as wide as saucers when he took out a small jar of Vaseline. She put her hands behind her, crossing her legs with childish reluctance. "Not in my bottom."
    Lowering the seat on the toilet, Daddy sat down. He beckoned. "Come on. Let's get those pajamas off."
    Though facing her third spanking, Meg wasn't a slow learner. This time when he undressed her, she didn't interfere. She didn't even cover her breasts, though her hands did itch to, especially when he pulled her