No

Your father's fingers suddenly stopped, and he pulled his hand away, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more. He looked up at your mother, a sly grin spreading across his face. "What a good girl." he said.

Your mother nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, dear, I think you're right." She walked over to your father and stood beside him, looking down at you with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

After your father's fingers stopped, you felt a sudden rush of disappointment wash over you. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would continue. You whined softly, trying to convey your desire for more.

Your mother's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the scene unfold.

Your father's expression remained calm. "No whining." He said firmly. Despite his command you continue to whine, this time more insistently, you even started to grab his hand with your mittens trying to persuade and signal to him what you so desperately wanted.

Suddenly, his hand came down on your ass, the smack echoing through the room. "No, bad girl." He says, raising his hand again incase you didn't obey.