Page 81 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“You are not taking that paddle on our honeymoon, Clint Jensen,” she said sternly.

He lowered his brows. “Little darling, it’s the first thing I’m going to pack.”

Her mouth dropped open. Her cheeks heated. “Oh God, I hope your bags don’t get checked by TSA.”

“If they do, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a naughty Little girl to punish.”

“You wouldn’t.”

But he would. He totally would. She groaned.

“Turn around and get back into position,” he commanded.

The boss was back.

She turned, leaned over the bed with her legs spread.

Charlie didn’t even get the chance to take a breath before Clint’s hand landed heavily on her bottom.

Smack! Smack!

Ouch! Owie!

Slap! Slap!

Soon she was wiggling where she was standing, bent over the bed. Her ass was stinging and she knew it was only going to get worse. His spanks were steady, he covered her ass, not missing a spot. The pain grew. She wanted to move, wanted to stand up, but she knew he was right. She needed this. Likely, so did he.

By the time he reached number fifteen, she was sobbing, her tears dripping down onto the bed covers, creating a wet patch.

He sat next to her on the bed, rubbing her back lightly before he picked her up and deposited her on his lap. She hissed as her hot bottom came into contact with his jeans. Ouch. He tilted her towards him so she was resting on her hip rather than her throbbing bottom.

“Good girl. You’re Daddy’s good Little girl, aren’t you? Shh. Come here.” He sat with her on his lap, holding her tight, keeping her safe.

The way he always did.

8

Charlie heard them coming before she saw them. It was like a stampede of elephants walking into the house. Amazing how a bunch of women could make such a racket. She smiled huge as they stepped into the living room.

They all entered in a rush. Voices high with excitement. It was late afternoon. The woman from the spa would be here soon to do their nails and give them all facials. Then they were all having homemade pizza before being picked up.

“Charlie!” Ellie cried out. She set down a container she’d been carrying and rushed forward and sat next to Charlie on the sofa to give her a big hug. “I’m so excited. I’m gonna get bright pink nails.”

Daisy walked in next with a smile. “Bright pink will look great on you, Ellie.”

Daisy set a plate of chocolate cupcakes down on the coffee table. Yum. She leaned in and gave Charlie a hug. “So glad you’re feeling better.”

“Me too. Doc finally relented and let me get out of bed. I thought I was gonna end up having my wedding in there.”

“He can be such a stick-in-the-mud sometimes,” Caley said as she walked over to them. She put down another plate. It held an assortment of cookies. “When I hurt my hands, I was barely allowed to walk anywhere. And Lord forbid I try to even glance at my laptop. That man nearly lost his mind.”

Charlie smiled up at Caley, who was a romance writer. All of her books were about Littles.

The others all came in with plates of food until the coffee table was covered.

“Yes! Someone brought candy,” Daisy said. “Jed wouldn’t let me buy any.” She dug her hand into the bowl of mixed candy.

“I did,” Gigi said quietly. “I told Macca I wasn’t sure what everyone liked so we grabbed an assortment.” She winked at Daisy. “Thought you would appreciate it.”

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