Page 80 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

She got herself into position, feeling embarrassed at the sight she knew she must be making as he walked back into the room. But then, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her in this position plenty of times. He knew her backside better than she did.

That was for sure.

“Good girl.” He ran a hand down her bottom and she jumped, startled. She hadn’t heard him return.

“Been a while since you’ve had a proper spanking, hasn’t it, little darling?”

Which was a good thing to her thinking.

“Hmm, maybe we should implement a rewards/punishment system like the two docs have for Little Caley. At the end of each week you can pull something out of the rewards jar or the punishment jar depending on if you’ve been a good girl or a naughty one.”

Oh no. That sounded terrible.

“Daddy, we don’t need that,” she said quickly.

“No, I think it’s a good idea.”

Shoot.

“Right, little darling. Hand spanking first.”

She braced herself. Waiting.

Nothing happened.

It wasn’t like Clint to make her wait.

She turned her head to look at him, saw him frowning down at her. “Daddy?”

He was frowning. “I probably should ask Doc before I start spanking you.”

That was…surprising. Clint never usually hesitated when it came to punishing her. He never really hesitated when it came to anything.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. She stood and turned around.

“You fainted, Charlotte. When Linc came into the house with you in his arms, you were so white and still.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even be spanking you at all. What am I thinking?”

He ran a hand over his hair. “And you wouldn’t have even been outside if it hadn’t been for me running my big mouth.”

She placed her hand on his firm chest. “First of all, it was my fault for listening in. I shouldn’t have done that. And I knew I was getting stressed. I should have told you. I’m so sorry I didn’t.”

He drew her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“I feel fine now, Daddy. Promise. All those vitamins and rest and the shakes and I feel probably better than I did before.”

She leaned back to look up at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to talk me into spanking you?”

She groaned. “I am, aren’t I?”

“You need it, don’t you, little darling?”

No, she did not. Did she? Argh, damn it. There was still a lump of guilt in her stomach. For worrying him. For sneaking around and trying to trick him.

“Can we just get it over with?”

“We’ll take care of the hand spanking today. The paddling can wait until the honeymoon.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. She gaped at him.

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