Page 21 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

He pulled the plug out of the bath, letting some of the water drain, then he shoved it back in.

“Up on your hands and knees. Spread those legs as wide as you can and get that bottom up.”

The water now hit her mid-thigh as she knelt. He tapped the base of the plug in her ass and she let out a small moan. He grabbed hold and slowly started to work it out of her ass. She groaned, wiggling a little and he smacked his hand down on one cheek. “Stay still.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Easier said than done.”

“If you can’t stay still on your own, I’d be happy to help you,” he said calmly.

“Help me how?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well, you couldn’t move much if you were tied down over an armchair, your ass high in the air, your arms and legs bound.”

“I’ll stay still.”

“Too bad. Guess I’ll save that for another time.” She stilled and he slowly drew the plug free and put it in the handbasin to clean later. Then he grabbed the washcloth and ran it over her still pink ass cheeks.

“Ow,” she complained.

“If you think that hurts, then you’re in for a rude shock soon.”

She stiffened. “What do you mean?”

He raised an eyebrow as he pulled her ass cheeks apart and ran the cloth over her back hole. She flinched slightly. Probably a little tender. He eased up on his touch.

“I know you haven’t forgotten about the paddling you have coming, little girl.”

“Couldn’t we just forget about that? Just this once,” she pleaded.

“Definitely not. I’m always going to follow through on my promises, Charlotte. And you need something big to remind you not to be so careless with your life. Now, turn around and lie back. I want both legs up on the edge of the bath.” He grabbed a clean cloth as she moved into position. He wet it then slid his free hand under her ass, raising her hips so her pussy was out of the water. Her mound was cleanly shaven. He parted her lips. Her little clit was poking out of its hood, begging to be played with. He ran the cloth along her folds, washing her thoroughly without touching that bundle of nerves.

By the time he was finished, her little whimpers of pleasure filled the bathroom. He slid his hand out from under her ass as he brushed the cloth softly against her clit. Over and over.

“Clint! Clint! Please, Daddy!”

He knew she was close, she’d grown tense, her eyes closing, her body practically pulsating. He threw the cloth away, then stood. She opened her eyes, staring up at him in confusion as he grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up.

“What… nooo… I was so close!”

“You know you don’t get to come when you’re being punished, little one,” he told her as he lifted her out of the bath and dried her off. He couldn’t help but suck on one impudent little nipple as he moved the towel down her body. She took a step back and he grabbed her hips. “Stay still while I dry you.”

“But… but… that’s not fair.” She stomped her foot. He wanted to smile. Damn, she was cute. But he couldn’t let her get away with her little show of temper. “I want to come!”

He put his left foot up on the edge of the bath, then tipped her over his thigh.

“No!” she cried out.

Like that was going to stop him. She reached back with her hands and he grabbed them, pinning them against the small of her back as he laid into her bottom. It didn’t take long until she was sobbing, begging him to stop.

“Are you allowed to stomp your foot and throw a temper, little girl?” he asked as he smacked his hand down on her lush ass. He knew the spanking had to really smart, considering her earlier punishment and the fact that her bottom was still a bit damp. But he didn’t relent.

“No. I’m s-s-sorry!”

He just bet she was. He gave her a few more smacks, then set her gently back down, keeping hold of her in case she felt a bit light-headed. He drew her against his chest, rubbing her back as she sobbed.

“Shh, little girl,” he said soothingly. “You’re okay. But you know that any tantrums are not going to be tolerated, don’t you? And no matter where we are, I will tip you over my knee and spank your bottom. I won’t care who is around, you will get your butt roasted. That’s a promise.”

She fell silent and he continued to dry her off as she obviously thought that through. Then when he’d decided she’d had enough thinking time, he clasped hold of her face between his hands and leaned in to give her a light kiss. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom before setting her down next to the bed.

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