"Jessica. Come down here now", Jessica Hamby bit her lip reflexively, wincing when she drew blood. Stupid fangs, she would never get used to them. She stood up off of the bed and made her way slowly down the steps to her angry maker. Bill glared at the child. She kept her head lowered, hoping the floor would hold some magical solution for the trouble she'd gotten herself into.

"How's Sookie?" she asked, trying to divert the older vampire's attention. He wasn't fooled.

"Sookie is healing well. Now, you and I need to discuss the affairs of last night"

"You sound like my daddy", the girl grumbled.

"I don't believe our reactions to this situation will be too very different, young lady"

Jessica looked up with her eyes wide and felt tears starting to well. He wouldn't- she was a vampire now after all. She couldn't get- Bill returned her gaze and her fears were confirmed.

"No, Bill. Please"

"Jessica, I do not know your father, but he seemed to be a cruel and violent man. I will not be unfair with you, nor strike you in anger. However, your actions last night endangered lives, and since I have not been able to get through to you with words, I believe a physical punishment is in order", Bill took her by the arm, steeling himself against her sobs. Blood flowed down the girl's face as she felt herself dragged over to the sofa and pulled over her maker's knee. The vampire pulled up his creation's skirt, revealing her pale skin in a pair of soft blue underpants.

"I'm sorry", Jessica whimpered, clutching onto Bill's knee. He stroked her hair softly.

"I know you are, Jessica. When your punishment is done, all will be forgiven", the girl quieted a little at those words. Her daddy was never comforting before a whooping. Usually he didn't give any warning either, and she certainly wasn't over his knee. Most times, she was just crouched in a corner trying to block the blows from her face. She didn't have much time to dwell on the comparative comfort, however, as Bill brought his hand down hard on her bottom. She let out a small whine. Her tolerance for pain as a vampire was higher, sure, but just because she could handle the pain, didn't mean it didn't hurt. Besides, Bill had vampire strength. It felt like every swat was its own spanking. He brought his hand down again and again and Jessica felt all the blood she'd drained flow towards her behind. She squirmed, trying her best to get away from the constant rain of blows, but Bill just held her tighter. When she started to kick, he redirected his aim to her thighs, eliciting a noise somewhere between a growl and a scream.

"Noooooooo"

"You will keep your legs still. Have I made myself clear?", Bill growled back. Jessica focused her strength onto keeping her legs still and the older vampire moved his swats back to her bottom.

"Now", Bill started, using the girl's relative calm as an opportunity to lecture, "As your maker, I have the power to command you, but I cannot be in your presence at every moment. I need to know that in my absence, you will behave."

"I will. I wiiiiillll. I swear I will"

"Indeed you will, because from now on, if you disobey me, even in the slightest, I will have you back over my knee. Do you understand?"

"Yeeees"

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir"

"Uh uh. Sir is for humans and mixed company. Call me by my name."

"Ye-hes yes maker"

"Good girl. Now, I want you remember these last chastisements the next time you are inclined to misbehave", with that, he lifted his knee and targeted twenty stinging slaps to the crease between Jessica's bottom and legs. The young vampire sobbed, her bloody tears soaking into the sofa cushions and the legs of Bills pants. Flipping her easily, Bill sat her between his knees and let her weep onto his shoulder. He brushed the hair out of her face and held her, his own breath catching in his throat. Because now, after a hundred years, he finally had a family again.