Not a Sound -Andy Biersack DD/LG Imagine-
“Daddy,” (Y/N) let out a long, loud whine from her candy-covered lips, “Daddy, can we go to store?”
Andy looked at his little girl sat upon the floor before him, she’d been begging for various candies and stuffies all day. “I think it’s nap time, princess. Now how about we go get you washed and changed?” He stood up, brushing the stray cat hair from his black skinny jeans.
(Y/N) was having none of it, she was in a needy mood. the kind where all you can think about is chocolate, and the more stuffies the better. She crossed her arms and drew her lips into a pout, the look that usually got her what she wanted.
“Not this time, baby,” Andy let out a sigh, placing his hands under her armpits and lifting her up off the floor. He carried her up to his bedroom, since there was a joint bathroom attached.
“Arms up, princess,” he cooed, setting her onto the tiled floor. She wouldn’t comply, twisting the pink lace of her dress around her fingers as she turned away from him. She whined once more, this time it was because she didn’t want a bath. Instead of trying a different approach, Andrew grabbed both of her arms and held them above her head in one large hand, untying her dress with the other despite her grunts of disapproval.
“No bath! I took one yesterday, daddy, remember?”
“I do remember, princess, but you’ve been crawling all over the floor all day. Besides, princesses can never be too clean,” he told her, softly, as he turned the faucet to the on position. He dipped his fingers into the falling stream of water, nodding once when he decided the temperature was just right.
(Y/N) stomped her small foot against the cold tile, “I don’t wanna!”
“Little girl, I suggest you stop your whining and complaining right this second and get in that bath,” he looked at her through his medium-length hair, grabbing one of her wrists in an effort to bring her forward, “I’ve had enough of it. One more sound out of you and you’ll be over my knee, do you understand me?”
The threat was enough to shut her up, earning only a nod of her head, “Yes, daddy, I sorry,” she mumbled, her (h/c) hair acting as a curtain to hide the blush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks like a wildfire. She stepped into the bath, lowering herself into the water until only her chest on up was left visible.
“Good girl,” Andy nodded, massaging some shampoo into her scalp and down to the ends of her hair. He washed the girl gently, he knew exactly where it would tickle and exactly where he could wash that would cause her to blush. He’d done this a million times.
(Y/N) closed her eyes when it was time to rinse the vanilla-scented soap out of her hair. Andrew used a small bucket to pour the now-cool water over his little’s head, taking great care to keep it away from her eyes completely. He hummed a song quietly, he wanted to tire her so it would be easier to put her down for her nap. But (Y/N) wasn’t tired, she really, really wanted to skip nap time today.
“Daddy?” she asked quietly, slowly opening her eyes back up after she’d wiped the stray drops of water off her forehead.
“Yes, babygirl?” Andy looked down at her, he had stood up just moments before to grab her towel off its hook.
“Playtime?” (Y/N)’s eyes sparkled at the possibility. Playing was her favorite part of bath time.
“What did daddy tell you this morning, hm? Princess doesn’t get her playtime if she doesn’t do her chores.”
“I tried to, daddy, but Tom and Jerry came on!” she huffed and crossed her arms, causing the water to splash slightly.
“That’s too bad, sweetheart. You know the rules. Stand up now, so daddy can dry you off,” Andy held the towel open in front of him. To her, it looked like a giant fluffy hug just waiting to soak the water up off her body. She got out of the bath, walking into the towel and burying her face into the cloth.
“Good,” Andy smiled and kissed her damp head, wiping the stray hairs and water out of her eyes, then wrapping the towel around her small body. He picked her up, bridal style, and carried her back into their bedroom so she could pick out some pajamas.
Although it took her quite some time to choose and change, Andy remained patient as any daddy should. He laid her on her side of the bed, setting her favorite teddy in her arms and tucking them both in.
“Daddy! Sing!” (Y/N) demanded, looking up at him with hope in her pretty (E/C) eyes.
Andy sighed. She’d been demanding things from him all day and it was starting to get on his nerves. “Where’s your manners, baby?”
She giggled and rolled over to wrap her arms around him in a hug, “I has manners! Singggg! Daddy always sings baby to sleep!”
“You know what else daddy always does?” Andy asked, looking down at his babygirl.
“Eat?”
“No. He spanks demanding little girls’ bottoms. Stand up,” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and motioned for her to stand in front of him.
(Y/N) jutted her bottom lip out, but she knew better than to argue with him. She kissed her teddy’s head and set him on her pillow before walking around the bed to stand in front of him. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes, silently trying to worm her way out of it.
Andy was having none of it, he took her hands gently and guided her small body to bend over his knees.
“You know how this goes. Ten over pants, ten over panties, ten bare. Count for me, little miss.”
(Y/N) nodded, causing her (H/C) hair to fall into her eyes.
It seemed like the first two sets took forever, although it was probably only two minutes. Her booty stung, and it took all her willpower to keep from throwing her hands back. She was crying, not out of pain, but from how sorry she was.
“I love you, daddyyyy! Owie!! One!” (Y/N) yelped as the first smack hit her bare bottom. It continued just this way until the punishment was over completely.
As soon as he was finished, (Y/N) shot up and rubbed her bottom, doing what Andy liked to call her ‘Spankie Dance.’
He didn’t comment on it, however. Andy pressed his lips to her head and mumbled, “Daddy loves you,” into her vanilla-scented hair.
He laid down in the spot she had previously laid in and pat the spot next to him, “Lay down, princess. Come give daddy cuddles.”
(Y/N) sniffled and nodded, crawling under the grey covers and snuggling into his side. His soft hands instantly found her red bottom and began to massage it, soothing the pain just as fast as he had inflicted it.
“Tank you, daddy. I love you,” The girl mumbled into his warm chest. She was relaxed now, no longer wanting to mess around or play. She wanted the nap now.
“I love you too, my sweet princess. Sweet dreams,” He pressed a soft sweet kiss to her forehead. And just like that, she was asleep, snuggled into her daddy as close as can be.
