Fifteen with An Attitude

Stefan finally brought Becca back home. Damon stopped pacing back and forth when he heard the front door opened. Becca stepped in and Stefan followed behind her, closing the door behind him after stepping inside. Becca looked at her Dad who looked at her emotionless. She didn't know what to expect and grew anxious. There was a brief silence before Damon strode over to her. Becca inhaled and prepared for the worst. Instead of shouting at her or giving her a spanking on the spot like Becca expected, Damon embraced her around his arms.

"You made me worried sick. Are you okay?" he asked her after pulling back his hug.

"Of course I'm okay," Becca said with an attitude and rolled her eyes.

"Still keeping that attitude up, hmm? It won't last for long, I promise you. I hope you know you're in a major trouble, young lady. Go to your room. I'll be up in a bit," Damon instructed.

Becca strode past Damon, but not without rolling her eyes. She immediately felt a sharp smack across her bum. "Ouch!" she protested, rubbing her bum.

"You'd better watch it, Rebecca," Damon warned her firmly.

Becca didn't respond. She walked away and ascended the flight of stairs to her room, stomping her feet all the way there.

Damon sighed as he heard the door shut. He then turned to Stefan. "Thank you for bringing her home safely," he said to his brother.

"No problem," Stefan replied with a small smile.

"Where's Elena, Care, and my little girl?" Stefan asked.

"They went to the store to get Emily some food to eat," Damon answered.

Damon walked to the kitchen with Stefan trailed behind him.

"Where did you find Rebecca?" Damon inquired. He took two glasses from the cabinet and poured bourbon onto each glass for Stefan and himself.

Stefan cleared his throat before answering. "At school," he lied smoothly.

Damon scoffed. "A likely story," he replied, then pushed a glass of bourbon toward Stefan while taking a sip from his glass.

"It's true. I found her at her school," Stefan tried to convince him with his lie. Damon raised one of his eyebrows and that was all it took for Stefan to know he wouldn't pull off that little white lie. "Let me guess. She asked you to lie to me," Damon stated with the look on his face that said he wasn't going to get fooled.

Stefan sighed. "Okay, I didn't find her at school, but don't worry. She didn't go anywhere dangerous."

"Where did she go, Stefan?" Damon prompted, growing impatient.

"Look... I made this little promise to Becca to keep her little secret place. I promise it's nowhere dangerous," Stefan tried to convince him.

"Tell me where she went, Stefan, before I have to snap your neck and lock you in the dungeon," Damon threatened.

Stefan put up his hands in surrender. "Alright, fine. I found her at the quarry," Stefan admitted.

"She went to the quarry by herself?!"

"Calm down, Damon..."

"How can I calm down, Stefan? She went to the quarry by herself. It's so dangerous. How if she got hurt? How does she even know that place?!" Stefan went to the sink and turned the faucet on, so Becca wouldn't hear their conversation from upstairs.

"You need to calm down, Damon. She's just a teenager," Stefan remarked.

"I swear she's going to get it this time," Damon growled, storming off to the living room.

"Damon, stop," Stefan said, stepping in front of him so his body blocked Damon.

"She's my daughter, Stefan. Not yours," Damon said through gritted teeth, trying to side-step his brother, but Stefan wouldn't budge from his place. "You're angry and you're going to take it all out on her," Stefan pointed out.

Damon sighed. He knew Stefan was right.

"What am I supposed to do then? She is way out of line this time," Damon sighed in exasperation.

"Cool yourself off, then you can talk to her."

"Then after that, I will smack her ass off until she can't sit for a month for disobeying me and endanger herself like that," Damon growled.

Stefan chuckled, making Damon glared at him. "This is not a laughing matter," Damon told him sharply.

"I've never seen you so protective over someone aside from Elena," Stefan answered, smirking. "And it's amusing."

There was a brief silence followed by a chuckle from Damon. Stefan's remark seemed to thaw the tensed situation a little bit.

"Well, she's my daughter and I care about her a lot, although she seems to enjoy pushing my limits too far," Damon said.

"That's why you don't want to go hard on her," Stefan replied.

Damon groaned. "Oh don't you start, Stefan. I'm not going to let her off the hook. Not this time," he remarked, realizing where the conversation went.

"I'm not saying to let her off the hook. I'm just saying you don't want to go too hard on her. She's a newborn vampire and just a teenager, Damon. You know how teenagers are. They want to rebel and break the rules. You, of all people, should've known what she feels. You were once a rebel yourself," Stefan said.

Damon sighed, "Yeah, you're right. She's just a teenager. A very rebellious one indeed. I won't let my anger out on her. It's not right and it won't be effective anyway. I'm just disappointed in her."

"She told me she hates disappointing you," Stefan remarked after a brief silence and Damon looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What else did she tell you?" Damon asked out of curiosity and this time it was Stefan who raised his eyebrows.

"A few things came from her heart," Stefan admitted.

"I can't believe she would talk to you, but not to me," Damon said, running his fingers through his hair. "When I thought I had lost her, I was so miserable. I had never felt so heartbroken when I found her limped body on Elena's lap on the curb. I didn't know she felt so depressed that she wanted to end her life."

Stefan was dumbfounded to hear Becca committed suicide. "She killed herself?" he asked, still in shocked.

"She jumped off the clock tower," Damon said. He couldn't hide remorse from his voice.

"That's why you turned her into a vampire?"

"No. Elena did," he said and took a sip of his bourbon. "I just wish Becca wouldn't keep secrets from me anymore. I just want her to talk to me," he continued.

"She's a teenager, Damon. Of course she would keep secrets from you. But, you know what you can do? Try and talk to her. She'll open up to you. And when she does, try to see it from her perspective and understand her," Stefan advised. Damon tilted back his head and finished his bourbon in one gulp. "You're right. I'll go talk to her now," Damon replied.

"Are you sure? You need to be calm enough before talking to her because you don't want to take your anger out on..."

"Stefan," Damon cut him off, "Your niece is gonna be fine. I won't go too hard on her and yes, I am calm enough. I have my temper under control."

"Alright. Good luck brother," Stefan replied with an encouraging smile.

"Gonna need that," Damon said before making his way up the stairs to Becca's room.

Damon took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door creaked as Damon pushed it slightly.

"Can I come in?" Damon asked his daughter, peeking out his head inside.

He saw Becca nodded her head, so he stepped in and closed the door behind him. Becca was sitting crossed-legs on her bed. She hugged a pillow around her arms and staring into space. Damon noticed a slight annoyance on her face. "What's wrong, Becca?" he asked, sitting on one edge of the bed.

"Nothing," she mumbled.

"You can lie to me, but you cannot lie to yourself, Becca. Something's bothering you and letting it out is better than keeping it to yourself."

"Stop talking bullshit, Dad. You know nothing," Becca snapped.

Damon's eyebrows knitted together at her sudden outburst.

"Alright, what is it about, Becca?"

"Does it even matter? You're going to beat my ass anyway. So, why bother asking me that question? Why don't you start spanking me right away? You don't have to know why I snuck out, you don't have to know why I attacked that girl, you don't even have to know why I ran away. All you care about are just your f*cking stupid rules and those f*cking spankings you give me every time I break them!" Becca yelled and decided to have a little temper tantrum.

"I hate you for being so strict and so overprotective! I'm young! I want to have fun, be free, and be happy! You wouldn't get it anyway, you're like a hundred decades old," Becca continued her little fit. By now, she was already standing few feet away from Damon, who was still sitting down on her bed. Becca glared at her dad with arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her lips.

Damon's body tensed up and his expression hardened at Becca's sudden temper tantrum.

"Are you done now, Rebecca?" Damon asked her, dangerously calm.

Becca rolled her eyes as the response.

"Now you listen to me, missy. This attitude needs to stop right this instant or we're going to have our little chat with you getting the close look of the floor."

Becca rolled her eyes once again, but uncrossed her arms. "Whatever," she mumbled.

"Come here, Rebecca," Damon beckoned to her.

"Why don't you make me?" Becca challenged with a smirk on her face.

Damon blinked for a moment before standing up and sauntered toward his daughter.

"From what I see and hear myself, young lady, what you need right now is a serious attitude adjustment and the only reason why you're still not over my knee right now is because I want to have a talk with you," Damon stated in his low voice. "Not interested," Becca replied.

There was a brief silence between them. They were glaring intensely at each other and Becca noticed Damon's pierce blue eyes had turned dark. That was when she knew she had pushed it way too far. She knew she was doomed. "Your cheekiness and sassiness are going to get you into a whole lot more trouble and for that part, I think you're going to figure it out now," Damon told her and with that, he wrapped her waist around his arm and bent her over. "What... Daddy please," Becca whined as soon as she realized how much trouble she was in.

"Don't use your 'daddy please' card right now, Rebecca. You and I both know it's not going to work," Damon said while lifting Becca's body up a little bit, so her feet were barely touching the floor.

Becca felt Damon's hand smoothing out her skirt, and she was thankful for that bit of coverage until he landed a swat on her bottom that stung even though she still had her denim skirt and her tights on. Becca sucked on her breath. He smacked her again and again, not giving her a chance to recover in between.

"Ow," she mewled. After 15 hefty smacks, Damon stopped.

"Are you going to take down the attitude now?" Damon inquired while rubbing her skirt-covered bottom.

Becca didn't answer and Damon shook his head in disbelief. He raised his hand up in the air once again and popped Becca's sit spots harshly, causing another whimper escaped her mouth.

"Just so you know, we can go all day Rebecca," Damon stated nonchalantly, but still there was no verbal reply from Becca.

"Fine, if you insist," Damon said with more smacks on her bum and sit spots.

She lasted only a few more spanks before finally gave in.

"Alright! Alright Dad! I'm sorry!" she said through gritted teeth.

"Mm-hmm. We're back at my previous question. Are you going to take down the attitude and your sassiness?" Damon asked without stopping raining down hard smacks.

"Alright! Fine!" Becca answered with a little too much attitude.

"Is that what you called dropping the attitude?" Damon asked incredulously, furrowing his eyebrows.

Becca groaned, kicking her legs a little. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I will quit the attitude, I promise. Please stop," she pleaded, finally giving in.

"There you go. Not so hard, isn't it?" Damon said whilst putting Becca down on her feet.

She stood and reached under her skirt to rub her bottom, which burned and stung. "It hurt," Becca whined with a pout.

"Oh, trust me, it's nothing compare to what awaits you after the talk," Damon told her and it sent chill down her spine.

"Go sit on the bed, Rebecca," he commanded her.

Becca shuffled to the bed and sat down really carefully, not wanting to hurt her bottom even more. However, she couldn't hold back a wince when her bottom got in contact with the mattress. Damon moved a chair and placed it before the bed where Becca was sitting down, then sat down on it. Becca bit her lower lip and her eyes were fixed on the ground, didn't dare to look at Damon. Damon put his fingers under her chin and gently lifted her head to make her look at him.

"Becca, what was that all about?" Damon asked her softly.

"I... I just don't get it why do you always so overprotective over me," Becca mumbled, "I mean... You never let me do anything fun."

Damon let out a small chuckle at Becca's remark. "I totally understand that you're young and want to explore the world and I'm not going to stop you, Becca, if that's what you're afraid of. I want you to go out there, use your talents and power, and make the most out of it. Just enjoy it and have fun," he told her.

"How can I have fun when every time I make a little bit of mischief, you always there to spank me. It's like I'm a prisoner and you're my prison guard," Becca grumbled with a little bit of pout.

Damon couldn't hold back a chuckle. "So that's what you think? I want you to have fun, Becca, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Because you're my daughter and I love you," Damon answered in a 'duh' tone.

"And I cannot imagine losing you," Damon added in a more serious tone, "Again."

"But you don't have to be so strict and overprotective," Becca replied. Despite of her grumble, a little smile appeared on Becca's lips when she heard Damon said it to her face.

"I have to because apparently, your definition of having fun is putting yourself in trouble and danger. Am I right?" Damon said, raising one of his eyebrows. Becca looked down and smirked sheepishly.

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"Listen, Becca. I know you were upset, but it's not right to presume something and throw a fit without knowing the truth first. I don't care about my rules. I care about you. Like I've said many times before, I set the rules not without reasons. I want you to enjoy your teenage life and have fun, but not to the point where you endanger yourself. That's why you need limits," Damon lectured.

"Now, why were you sneaking out?" He questioned her.

"I was bored, a little hungry, and I just wanted to explore my new supernatural abilities, but you didn't let me," Becca answered truthfully.

"I didn't let you because you're not ready. You just finished the transition and you still haven't got a grip of your self-control. I was proven right when I found you attacking the girl on the clock tower."

"That was a whole different story, Daddy," Becca said truthfully.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I was about to go find an animal to eat, but then I saw her. You know who she is? She is the girl who said mean things to me at school. She is the one who caused me pain and suffer and I thought I could get even if I attacked her and showed her how strong I am now," she explained.

"So, that was all about getting revenge?" Damon asked in disbelief.

"Do you even know how wrong that was? You could deal with her with other ways, Becca," he continued.

"I know, but..."

"It was too tempting not to attack her on the spot, wasn't it?" Damon finished the sentence for her. Becca jerked her head up in surprise. She couldn't believe her dad would understand. "Yes, daddy," she whispered.

"I know it's easy to give in to your vampire instincts, but you're a smart girl, Becca. You know better than to use your power for something like that," he said.

"Well, in my defense, vampires don't have a book of rules about how to use our powers," Becca retorted. Damon immediately gave her a look and Becca mumbled a quick sorry.

"You know, Becca, I wish you would come to me and talk to me about things," Damon reached out his hand and held his daughter's. He gave it a little squeeze. Looking into her eyes, he said, "I can help. I want to help. Not just about vampire stuff, but about everything. I know that you're used to handle everything yourself for fifteen years, but you don't have to do that anymore. You have me and your mom who love you unconditionally. We won't always understand you or what you're going through, but we want to help you any way we can. Even if it's just being there for you. But we can't do that unless you talk to us."

"Thank you, dad. Honestly, it's exhausting to keep everything to myself all the time. I'm not used to talk about things, but I promise I'll try," Becca said as tears escaped her eyes. With his thumb, Damon wiped it away and pulled her into a hug. He planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you more," Becca answered and it came from the bottom of her heart.

"I love you most," Damon countered. "And that's why I'm thinking about adding few more rules to the old ones since you're now a vampire and we need to prevent something like what happened today to happen again in the future," he declared and Becca groaned in response. Damon chuckled. That was his daughter whom he knew and loved, alright.

"Out of curiosity, what's with your little getaway?" Damon inquired.

"Well... I was terrified because you looked furious, so I ran," Becca murmured.

"You're right for that part, I was furious. I am furious and disappointed, but you shouldn't run away. All you did was just making it worse for yourself and you know it. You should face the consequences of your action, not running away from it, no matter how bad it could turn out. That's when you know you become mature," he lectured and for a while, silence filled the room.

"Let's handle the matter at hand, shall we?" Damon said finally. Gone was the compassionate father, replaced by a strict one. "First, let's list the things you did today. You disobeyed me, you snuck out, you used your power for the wrong purpose, you ran away, then you came home and decided to pull a little temper tantrum, used the words you're not supposed to use in the process. Not to mention the poor attitude you were giving to everyone today. I'm awfully disappointed in you," Damon said. Disappointment was clearly written all over his face and tears started to trickle down Becca's cheek because she truly hated to disappoint her Dad.

"And if you think for one second that I'll have my daughter talk and behave the way you just did, you are very much mistaken. It's extremely unacceptable and I'm not going to let you get away with it. Do you understand me, young lady?" Damon asked her firmly.

"Yes, Daddy," Becca answered weakly.

"You know what's coming now, don't you?" Damon asked her and Becca nodded her head sadly.

"Alright. Let's just get this over with," Damon said. He then told Becca to stand up. Thankfully, Becca obeyed and didn't say or do anything she would regret. He gently pulled her over his lap once she was standing on his side. He shifted her body so her upturned butt was pointing out more to the ceiling.

Without giving any warning, Damon swiftly brought his hand down to Becca's bum, causing her to gasp in surprise. The first swat was hard and fast, followed by plenty of other smacks. He didn't let up at all, didn't pause in between smacks, just kept going at the rapid pace until Becca couldn't hold back her tears while kicking and pleading. Damon was not going easy on her, that was for sure. The pain on her bum was building up rapidly and by a minute or two, her bum was already on fire. She kicked her legs furiously in order to reduce the pain.

"Stop it, Rebecca," Damon warned sternly with two firm swats on her upper thighs.

"But, Daddy... Please... I'm sorry," Becca wailed.

Damon ignored her wails. Instead, he flipped up her skirt, then tugged down her tights and panties in one swift motion. She winced as her bare bottom was exposed.

"Noooooo... Daddy, I'm sorry..."

"You know you deserve this, Becca. Just take it like a big girl," Damon said. With that, he began to lay hefty smacks on her bare bottom. His strong hand clapped off her bare bum, making her kick, squirm, and cry, but nothing seemed to stop the hard smacks from raining down on her already sore bottom. Every smack seemed even harder than the previous ones.

Smack after smack landed on her bare bottom and after seemed like forever, Damon finally stopped. By then, Becca was already sobbing and bawling like a baby. There were bright red spots across her bare bottom skin and it stung and burned at the same time.

Becca could tell that her Dad went on full force on her. She could feel the disappointment each time his hand laid a hard smack on her naughty bottom. There was a pain on the pit of her stomach from guilt and disappointing her Dad and she started to see the wrongs on her behavior and actions that day. She was very much deserved each smack that landed on her bottom and she knew it.

"Get up, young lady," Damon said with a firm tap on her bottom.

Becca pushed herself up on her feet with the help from her Dad. Her panties and tights were still around her ankles, but her skirt fell down to its place. She was openly sobbing and she couldn't stop the tears that were running down her face. "Go to your bathroom," Damon instructed.

Becca's eyes widened as she heard Damon's command.

"No... Daddy..."

"Yes, Rebecca. You cursed and you know what would happen if you do," Damon said sternly.

Becca looked at Damon pleadingly with her puffy red eyes which were returned by an icy cold ones from Damon. Becca sighed in defeat, and shuffled to the bathroom with her panties and tights were still around her ankles. Each step she took on the way to the bathroom worsened the pain on her bottom. She could feel it throbbing and burning.

Becca stopped in front of the sink, followed by Damon. He grabbed a new bar of soap and running it under the water. He held it in front of her mouth.

"Open up, Rebecca," Damon told her, looking at her expectantly.

Becca knew she had no other choice except to accept the consequence. She reluctantly opened up her mouth before getting herself into more trouble. She could see that Damon's patience was running thin. Damon shoved the bar of soap into her mouth and Becca almost gagged at the horrid taste.

"Keep it in and don't spit it out unless I tell you otherwise," Damon instructed.

"I'm going to get something and I'll be back," he continued whilst whirling around and began leaving the room.

Becca scrunched her face. The bar of soap tasted as horrible as the last time she remembered, if not worse. She shifted from one foot to another in discomfort. She thought over whether to take out the bar of soap from her mouth or not, but the thought quickly disappeared as she realized Damon could come back at any second. She wouldn't risk upsetting his dad even further and most probably get into deeper trouble. Becca could tell that Damon was still irritated and upset with her and she didn't want to test his patience which was almost running out.

She glanced at the wall clock and groaned in annoyance. Only a minute had passed, but it felt like hours for Becca with the horrid bar of soap inside her mouth. Could it get any faster? Becca thought sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Another minute passed by and another and another. She wiped the saliva that dripped down her chin.

Finally, after another minute passed by, Damon came back with a mid-sized paddle on his grip. Becca almost choked with the sight before her.

"You can take it out and rinse, Becca," Damon told her.

Becca took the horrid bar of soap out of her mouth right away. She spat and rinsed her mouth, trying to get rid of the horrible taste. Nevertheless, no matter what she did seemed futile. She could still taste the soap inside and it was disgusting. Becca could see why people used that as a punishment. It was awfully disgusting!

She finally gave up trying to get rid of the soap taste from her mouth and turned the faucet off. She turned to Damon. Her eyes were fixed on the mid-sized paddle which Damon had on his hand. She had a feeling that the paddle wouldn't only be used for playing ping pong, not right then anyway.

Like reading her mind, Damon said, "I know this paddle would be useful one day."

"I think a few strokes with this paddle on your bottom will make you think twice about putting yourself in danger and maybe it will straighten up your attitude, don't you think?" Damon inquired while slightly tapping the paddle to his hand.

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"You're joking right, Dad?" Becca asked, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Damon asked back, raising one of his eyebrows. He got that serious look on his face that Becca knew all too well that her Dad was deadly serious about that. He wasn't bluffing. He never bluffed with that look on his

face.

"Be grateful I decided to use this paddle, Becca. I was planning to give you the taste of a switch," Damon told her and Becca's eyes went wide in fear and incredulousness.

"But I promised Stefan not to go hard on you. That's why I made up my mind and end up choosing the paddle instead. You should thank him," Damon continued.

Becca just stood there nervously, dreading the upcoming punishment.

"Alright. Let's just finish it, Rebecca," Damon said, taking her hand and leading her back to her room.

"Bend over your bed," Damon instructed.

That alone was enough to make her wanted to cry and plead all over again, but surprisingly, she didn't. She just obeyed. She walked toward the bed and bend over the edge of it. She knew better than to make it worse for herself. "Daddy, I'm sorry...," Becca apologized.

"I know you are. We'll just make sure you'll behave in the future, okay?" Damon said whilst flipping up her skirt again. Becca let out a small whine.

"I'm going to give you 15 with this paddle and hopefully it will be enough for you to think about the consequences of your actions in the future," Damon informed.

"I hope you know how disappointed I am of your behavior today," he remarked,

slightly tapping the paddle to her red bare bottom.

WHACK!!

The first whack hit her with the full impact. Becca yelped in pain with fresh tears running down her face.

WHACK!!

Another stroke landed harshly on her sore and red bare bottom, making Becca jumped up and let out a whimper. She buried her head into the blankets, still crying.

His strong arm pounded the paddle onto her bare skin again and again. He didn't let up with the intensity of it.

"Are you going to behave from now on?" Damon asked with another hefty stroke.

"Yes! Yes, Daddy," Becca muttered.

"Are you going to use your power properly and for their right purposes only?" He continued.

"Ow!! Y-Yes, Daddy," Becca replied after another loud yelp.

"Are you going to throw a fit and use inappropriate words again?" Damon asked, landing another hard whack across her sore bottom.

Becca shook her head. "No, Daddy."

"Are you going to put yourself in danger in the future?"

"No, Daddy. I promise," Becca answered in between sobs.

"You better keep those promises, Rebecca. Or I will make sure this spanking would feel like a love tap," Damon said with another stroke.

"I want you to count these last five. Okay, Rebecca?" Damon said, putting his hand on Becca's lower back to keep her in place. Becca nodded her head weakly.

WHACK!!

Becca gasped. "One..."

WHACK!! WHACK!!

"T-Two... T-three," Becca stumbled over the words.

WHACK!!

"Four... I'm sorry, Daddy..." "I want you to think about this spanking next time you think about putting yourself in danger or use your power for the wrong purpose because if this is the only thing that's gonna take to make you behave, then I will not hesitate to put you

over my lap. Is that understood, young lady?" Damon asked sternly.

"Yes,

Daddy..."

"Okay. This is the last one," Damon informed. He raised his hand up in the air once again and brought it down fast and hard on Becca's bare bottom.

WHACK!!!!

The last one was always the hardest one. Becca heard Damon set the paddle down on the floor, but she just laid there, crying into the sheets and gasping for air. Her bottom was stingy, hurt, throbbing, and ached so badly.

"I... I-I'm sor-sorry Daddy," Becca muttered in between sobs.

"It's okay, sweetie. All is forgiven," Damon said while lifting her up. Becca was crying full out.

He embraced her around his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. Becca welcomed the comfort that her dad offered.

"Alright. Alright. Stop apologizing, Becca. You're forgiven. I love you," Damon told her, keep rubbing her back.

"I'm sorry...," Becca kept muttering apologies in between her sobs. She was embarrassed and disappointed in herself for letting her dad down so much.

Becca clung onto her dad, buried her head on his broad chest, and cried her eyes out. Damon hugged her tightly around his strong arms while stroking her hair. He told her that everything would be alright and that she was still the greatest daughter in the world and that he loved and cared about her so much. They stayed like that for quite a while until her cries and sniffles died down.

Damon pulled back and looked into her eyes. "You okay?"

"Aside from the sore bottom? Yes, I'm okay Daddy," Becca answered with a little smile on her face.

Damon returned the smile. He could see that she tried to make a joke out of it, just to make Damon wouldn't feel so bad after blistering her bottom so hard. She knew Damon didn't want to hurt her.

"I'm sorry I let you down, though," Becca apologized, "I hate disappointing you."

"You're not perfect, Becca. Nobody is. You're always going to make mistakes and mischiefs, but that doesn't mean it will make me love and proud of you any less," Damon told her, planting a kiss on her temple.

"You're a great Daddy," Becca said sincerely.

"It's not hard to be one when I have an amazing daughter," Damon told her and it made Becca smiled so big.

"Alright. Enough with this. How about we go out and have some ice cream?" Damon offered.

"I'd love that," Becca smiled.

"Okay, but maybe you should pull those panties and tights up where it supposed to," Damon suggested. He couldn't hold back a smirk.

Becca looked down and realized she still had her panties and tights around her ankles. She quickly pulled them up, but she couldn't stop her cheeks from blushing in embarrassment.