There was something awfully strange today of all days that screamed 'boring' to the young pup as she, absentmindedly, gnawed on one triangle block piece while repeatedly sticking a circle one into the wrong hole of the shape sorter toy she played within the living room at around noon. She knew full well she'd get a scolding for that as she had dropped that habit of chewing on things around the house some time after her little sister was born but after all this time, she still couldn't help it.

The sun outside looked sunny enough to go and goof off in, but it wouldn't be as much fun without Bingo to tag along as she had gone out with mum for a health check-up, leaving her and dad alone for the time being. And being her troublesome young self, she figured on seeing if he was up for playtime if he wasn't snoring up a racket in the entire house. Though, she figured she'd just wait a bit and just focus on whatever it was she was doing at the moment, which involved not swallowing up the triangle block she still chewed on like last time.

She sat up, reared back her head, and spat the piece out with enough force to send it flying across the room, wondering how far it was going to go while getting ready to run after it to retrieve it. But at the exact moment that it would lose trajectory and land somewhere in the kitchen, it would hit a certain heeler instead right as he came in after a nice long nap, free of interruptions from the kids for once. He had gone to open the fridge to grab a bite to eat when something solid and damp beaned him in the back of his ear, just about waking him up instantly.

"What the...?" He began before trailing, his ears perking up to hearing giggling come from the living room, his tail starting to move about with growing excitement and a smirk etched its way across his maw despite the fact that he literally just woke up. Holding down the annoyance bubbling within at the fact Bluey was looking to play after chucking something at him, he pretended to act like he didn't know who had done it. It was the least he could do since her sister wasn't around to keep her busy.

"Hmmm, I wonder what or who did that..." He pondered aloud, spotting what had actually hit him, a spit-soaked triangular piece, and bending down o pick it up. "They should find somewhere to hiiiide! Before I come an' get 'em!" His smirk grew into a mostly tired grin when he heard his little girl giggle louder while scampering away to find a hiding spot somewhere in her shared bedroom. He giggled himself as he began to count to 10, prowling to his daughter's bedroom on all fours with his tail rose and swaying side-to-side, ready to seek her out as he was just as bored as the latter and wanted to remedy that playing an old-fashioned game of Hide & Seek.

"8... 9... 10! Ready or not, here I come!" And so it begins.

Bandit stalks into Bluey's room slowly, menacingly, his eyes slowly but accurately scanning the interior of the area while dodging some of the toy cars and builder pieces that littered the floor with his acute ears listening for any of the little pup's snickering while snickering himself, imagining vividly of what he was going to do once he got his paws on her. "Where are you?" He asked, sniffing out the closet and opening it to find nothing out of the ordinary, not even a pinch of blue fur. Smart. She'd make the mistake of going in there first one of those times. She was good at hiding as well as he was seeking.

He goes for the toybox next, digging deep into it without letting any knick-knacks hit the ground for a giggling little girl, hoping that each doll he moved aside was the real deal. Clever. He hums, standing up, eyes narrowed and staking out the mostly made well bed that had a rightfully suspicious Bluey-sized lump or two under the blanket, his tail now starting to wag, he was close. "I'm gonna getcha...!" He warned playfully with a small growl.

He hops on and paws at one lump, hoping to hear a little squeal or at least a yip before pawing at the other and getting the exact same result. Keeping quiet, hm? Alright then. He pulls back the cover to uncover literally two of those white/red patterned rectangular pillows that were snagged from his bedroom, and they were shaped exactly like Bluey! Well done. Though, what about the pillows? He chuckles, reaching over to pet on one, checking the open ends of each one for a perfectly still Bluey or a wagging tail.

"Biscuits, you're not in here either?" Bandit wondered, scratching the back of his head. He knew he was good at seeking himself but she couldn't have hid anywhere else, especially outside because that may store a few issues he's been through well enough. With a huff, he remakes the bed and steps down, going to turn away and look elsewhere when he felt just a little tickle of something soft sweep across his ankle and he stopped, looking straight down and seeing the lower half of the young heeler peeking out from the bottom of the bed, her tail swaying and tapping against his leg.

His slightly bewildered expression melded back into a playfully menacing one. Well doesn't this beat all? How did he not notice her under there this entire time?

"I found you!" Bandit cried in victory, finally hearing the little scamp squeal before he lurched forth and nabbed her good by the hips, pulling her out with a triumphant laugh having won the game at long last. "Gotcha, ya flighty little delinquent!"

"Oh no!" Bluey shouted, laughing as she was subjected to her father ruffling her head and hugging her tightly, guffawing with her as he carried her to the living room, still petting her cute little head down as now came the time for her to decide the punishment for losing the game.

"I win this time, Bluey, you know what that means." He giggled with a sinister undertone. "What's it gonna be? The tummy tickles or getting yer bum colored?" His fingers make a dangerous approach to her stomach, prompting her to squeal and try to shy away in his grasp. "Time's ticking..."

"No, not the tickles! Ooh-ooh, give me bum a good coloring instead!" She begged, trying and failing to draw back the paw drawing closer to the white of her stomach. "C'mon, dad!"

As much as he detested the idea of spanking his eldest daughter just for the fun of it, besides just for discipline as scarce as it was, for the sake of not receiving the infamous puppy eyes, he had to. Plus, she didn't appear hurt the few times he did after a particularly won game of Hide & Seek, so he didn't much a lot to worry over, besides popping a stiffy. Nevertheless, he went with it, hoping he had time to before Chili came back with Bingo.

So, plopping down on the couch, Bandit had Bluey stretched across his lap on her stomach, her (ridiculously bubbly) Heiny at his mercy. "Alright, bum coloring it is!" He declared with a grin, his right paw raising and coming down on her rear as he held her down with his left, a loud but soft smack echoing in the living room followed by Bluey squeaking and giggling.

"Ooh, that tickles!" She giggled, nearly squealing when he hit her again with the same amount of force. It really did, and the fluff added to her ample tush made even the hardest of swats feel like a dream.

"It always does, sweetie," He chuckled, casually smacking each cheek of his daughter's rear, hitting one about three times before doing the same to the other, motivated to hit a little harder from the pup's enthusiastic noises, thankfully helping to keep his little mate from making an appearance as he'd pause for a second after each strike and readied for another. he paused a couple of strikes later to rub her possibly tender tush around, seeing a nice sheen of pink just barely transparent on her blue fur. 

"Is it red yet, daddy?" She asked, looking back.

"Not yet, we're just about at pink," He responded, starting up again and laying down a hefty slap on her tush, noting the way it jiggled after each hit and pushing back surfacing thoughts as he put a little more effort forth, eager to give her bum a good shade of color. Another good smack later and Bluey's tail flares to life, wagging around and thudding against his arm holding her still with her yipping softly from each strike on her. 

Now, Bandit found the show of affection cute and even hummed in the middle of spanking her rear past the color pink but needed the wagger out of the way so he can do it but he was still playful. "Bluey, daddy needs to concentrate, keep your tail down." He scolded in a playful tone while still smiling and slapping one slightly reddened cheek with enough force to make it ripple and the energetic pup to jar slightly in his lap.

"Heehee, I can't help it, dad, it feels so good," She squeaked, having felt just a small bit of a sting from his paw swiping across her backside. Her father's response was to rub both her ears down and hold her tail down on her back, hoping it wouldn't bring discomfort before hitting her with more force than ever.

"Heh," He started with a grunt, spanking her harder now seeing as the shade of pink on her rear was almost a vibrant red. And he went faster as well, alternating between the left and right cheek with quick and harsh slaps, her little yelps in between laughter giving him a reason not to let up. He was widely aware of his paw getting sore but never ceased, making sure to hit every part of her posterior, as he did for over the course of ten minutes until he could no longer ignore the flaring sting in his bruised palm and Bluey's bubbly booty was an amazing shade of red.

And the strange, yet best part of it was that she didn't show any signs of pain, besides the fact that she winced a bit at feeling the sting of getting spanked at least but otherwise no tears. The canine sighed, picking his daughter up and hugging her close, earning his cheek a few licks. "All done, Bluey! Wanna take a look in the mirror?"

She nodded, licking him in the nose again before they set off to the bathroom. When they got in, Bluey looks back and wows excitably at how red and bruised her bum was. Almost like they were bright red apples attached to a playful little girl that was just then bored out of her mind. "Wooow, it's so red! I like it!" She exclaimed looking back at her

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Think you're good to sit down any, I did quite a number on your bum." Bandit asked, a little concerned. "Does it hurt?"

"It stings a little but I'm fine!" She beamed, kissing her dad on the cheek before a thought came to mind, and a mental image of seeing her dad practically moon himself in the mirror in his and mum's bedroom trying on a new pair of jogging pants one time. "Also, I wanna spank you now!"

The older canine was suddenly taken aback by his daughter's sudden request as though she suggested something more dastardly than that. Is she really serious on that? Returning the favor to him? He's heard a lot of crazy stuff but this was among them.

"R-really?" He responded, his cheeks burning slightly. "I'm a bit too old to get my bum smacked, ya know." He then chuckled, scratching under her chin. "I mean, you're a tad bit small to really do anything."

"Well, I can try, daddy. You might not even feel anything and I'll certainly spank you a new bum." Resolution shined in her eyes as Bandit looked to be staring unfocused at her still reddened rear before he felt her groom his cheek some more and he turned to see her giving him the puppy eyes.

Because of those being a force to reckon with, he couldn't help but crumble and give in, hoping he at least got some pleasure out of it herself. "Oh fine, ya little rippah." He conceded, giving her a soft noogie and carrying her to his bedroom. Once getting in, Bandit let his daughter hop out of his arms onto the bed, his heart warming up at her jumping up and down on it before he climbed on with her, laying down flat on his stomach and parting his legs, just barely lifting his lower half to stick his butt out, giving the pup the thumbs-up to climb on top on his back and slide close to his tush, which was almost exactly the same way as hers but bigger and squishier. Like two cornflower-colored fluffy marshmallows stuck together.

"They're all yours, girl, have at 'em." He told, his large tail swaying before Bluey had at them she did, managing to hold it down with her body and raise her paw, bringing it down as hard as she could manage on his left cheek, making it ripple. He hummed at that, looking back at her with his head in his arms. "Heh, now that tickled."

Determined to test that, she swats at his right cheek again, wielding the same result, but she doesn't let up. She followed her father's pattern from earlier and went with that, aiming three good swats to the left side of his bum, then moving on to the other, the occasional noises from her motivating her to hit even harder despite her palms beginning to sting. She hit him hard many strikes later and she beamed at seeing that there was instances of pink showing from beneath the fur of his butt in the places he was struck. "Pink."

"Pink? That fast?" He hummed, barely fazed from her strikes even now when she rubbed her paws together and struck out at his rear with them, gunning to get it just as red as hers. She reached down farther and worked more of his rear pink with the canine simply sighing and murring in response. "Nothing like a good ol' rubdow- ouch!" He then suddenly grit out in more surprise than pain when Bluey swat his mostly tender backside a lot harder than she was capable... with a small tangerine paddle she found under the pillow her mother slept on, grinning now that she's gained an upper hand.

Never letting up, she continued to spank her father just like that, giggling as loud as ever with each strike delivered to his supple butt that gradually turned the color red as minutes tick by. Bandit could do nothing but take the harsh swats from his own daughter as the sounds of it all was like a gunshot throughout the two-story house and he bit down on the ruffled sheets, closing his eyes. 

"Almost there, dad, just need to apply the finishing touches," Bluey announced, blowing off the paddle and going back in, finding and spanking any part of Bandit's bubbly butt that haven't been colored past pink yet, each calculated swat leaving the poor heeler whining with his tail now wagging, hoping on one hand that this would end when he wished for it to keep going on the other as he was starting to take pleasure out of it until it ceased several minutes later. All that was left afterward was a heavily blushing canine, another panting holding his mother's paddle, and a completely spanked butt that was red just about everywhere.

Bluey couldn't have been more proud in her life at accomplishing something after her father, especially with an edge that she couldn't quit staring at when getting started. She quickly stashed the ting away before whistling in approval at her handiwork. "Now your bum's just as red as mine, daddy. That was loads of fun." The older canine only whined in agreement, slowly recovering from the suddenly brutal paddling, facefirst in the bed with one hell of an erection thankfully hidden from view.

"Nngh, Bluey?" He asked through clenched teeth, pushing himself up. She perked up and crawled over on top of his head.

"Did I hit you too hard, dad?" She asked in concern."

"Yeah-yeah, do me a favor and sit in time out for a bit until Mum gets back, yeah?' He requested. "Daddy, er, needs to nap for a bit."