Bucky has her sitting on his lap. He can't help but smirk at the adorable little pout on her lips, her arms snuggly hugging her chest in a display meant to express how cross she is with him.
He again picks up the strawberry scented detangling spray, spritzing the hair and paying particular attention to the current knot he is working through. Again he brings the brush to the current hair section he is working on. Starting at the ends working his way to the knot, he ever so gently runs the brush through her hair.
Her shriek pierces through the air. The high pitched "Daddy" causes his eyes to squint and body to tense. Shoulders pulling up towards his ears, he let's out a sigh. He knows he isn't hurting her. He might have in the beginning yes, but not now. He is gentler now. Thanks to Natasha and that thing she calls YouTube, he now knows what he is doing.
He has spent more time then he will ever admit watching how-to hair tutorials. And is rather proud to admit that he is some what of a hair guru. He loves doing all the cute styles for her. And nothing relaxes him more then to sit for hours with her on his lap, his hands nestled in her hair as he practices braiding and weaving it into adorable new designs.
So no he isn't hurting her, she is just being bratty. He puts on his best stern voice as he calmly states "Princess." Its a warning and one he knows she knows well. And once the little "humph" leaves her lips she is back to pouting, but she says no more.
He continues his workings trying to be as gentle as possible, but right as he almost has the knot worked through, his princess lets out a blood curdling shriek, one he is sure could give a banshee a heart attack, and quick as lightning she has hopped from his lap, the hair brush still nestled in the knot he was working on, and is off down the hall shrieking "NO DADDY NO" repeatedly at the top of her lungs.
He lets out a long sigh as he rubs his right hand down his face. He quickly stands, and as he stalks down the hall after her, he makes sure to be heavy footed. Each booming stride a warning. He needs her to know he has had enough, needs her to know that her behavior is not and will not be tolerated.
And as he crosses the threshold of her room, he sets his hardened gaze on her.
At the sight of her he almost breaks. Her tear stained checks, she's yanking on the brush, that has now become impossibly tangled, and is in total meltdown mode. Her glossy eyes look up at him and she whimpers out softly "it's stuck." She crumbles to the floor in a puddle of tears.
Bucky looks at her and almost scoops her up and cradles her, but then he remembers she's done this to herself. So instead he sets a firm jaw before looking at her and stating, very matter of factly, "And whose fault is that Princess?"
She again looks up at him, her big eyes filled with tears before she hiccups out "mm-mine".
Bucky makes his way to her, his brooding figure towering over her. He looks at her pitiful form and sighs. He lifts her in his arms, and wipes her tears. His voice is softer now but still holds a serious tone. "That's right Princess. Daddy was being gentle and you decided to act out. I'm disappointed."
Her eyes widen and tears flow down her checks again as his words settle over her. She manages to sob out, "I'm sorry daddy." She wraps her self around him and his tense body can't help but melt a little. He holds her close, a gentle shush on his lips. "I know you are Princess, I know your sorry. But you have been acting out all morning being bratty for no reason. I can tolerate it no more."
"I know Daddy." She whispers into his neck.
He places her on the floor looking her in the eyes, seeking that silent permission he still needs even after all this time. It had taking him a long time to become comfortable with this side of himself, with this side of her. But then she took his hand all those years ago and told him he had nothing to be ashamed of for needing to correct her, for needing to punish her unacceptable behavior. Explained to him that she needed it too. That she even sometimes acted out on purpose so she would be punished. It had taking a lot of talking and even more experimenting but they finally found their way.
So as he looks into her eyes he sees the plea there. She needs this release just as much as he does. So he straightens himself, his face set in a disciplinary glare. He walks to her bed and sits. "I want you bare bottomed and over my knee, and don't dawdle." His harsh voice a foreboding of what's to come. She was quick to undress, so quick in fact if Bucky would have blinked he'd have missed it. She sprawled on his lap ass up even faster. His hands softly graze her cheeks before firmly needing them. "I want you to count for me princess, mkay?" He feels her nod against his legs.
His hand raises and comes down with a loud thwap against her round derriere. He feels her clinch before the little gasp of "one" escapes her lips. His hand smooths the just spanked skin before its raising again and comes down with another thwap on the other cheek. "Two". He continues smacking, then soothing, one cheek then the next. His princess doing so well counting out each one.
And when he reaches thirty he gathers her against his chest, mindful of her sore bottom. He is tells her how good she did. How proud he is and how she's his good girl, his perfect princess. She preens at his words, looking up at him with those big doe eyes, her face streaked from tears earlier shed, but a smile plays on her lips as she whispers a "thank you daddy."
He smiles back before asking "Feel better now?" She shakes her head as she begins reassuring him, "yes daddy, I'm sorry I was being a brat. I'll do better now promise."
He kisses her head and stands, lifting her as he rises to full height. A soft groan escapes as his eyes fall on the tangled brush still knotted in her hair. He thinks to himself that he might have to let her get away with a few shrieks this time... but then again she did do this to herself.