Page 23 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

Finally, he settled on the one he’d been intending to use all along. The faux leather one with the soft plastic core. He put the other paddles away. He knew from her wide-eyed look that she had no idea that he was going easy on her. This one probably looked huge and scary.

“Lie over the pillows, little girl,” he said in a low voice.

She studied his face, probably searching for any leniency. Then with a shaky nod, she placed herself over the pillows.

“Hands together on your back.”

She pushed her arms back and he quickly locked the handcuffs around her wrists. Now he moved quicker, not wanting to draw this out. He didn’t want to cause her as much pain as he was about to. It hurt him as well.

But he would do it.

He rubbed the paddle over her bottom. She was nicely supported over the pillows, her ass raised so it provided a good target.

“Spread your legs a bit more,” he commanded.

She whimpered but pushed them apart so he could catch a glimpse of her pussy lips. He rubbed the paddle over her ass. He tapped one cheek lightly. Then the other. He heard her let out a deep breath. Probably relieved that didn’t feel so bad.

Ahh, little darling, you have no idea what’s coming your way.

Okay,those first two weren’t so bad. Neither were the next ones. Her ass stung. It wasn’t comfortable. But it wasn’t the huge pain she had built it up to in her mind.

Another two landed, covering both butt cheeks. She hissed. All right, now it was starting to hurt a bit more.

“That was the warm-up, Charlotte. I want you to thank me for being kind enough to give you a warm-up first.”

What? He had to be kidding her? Warm-up? And he wanted her to thank him? Was he insane?

“Charlotte?”

“That wasn’t a warm-up.”

Smack! The paddle landed with a heavy thwap. Holy fucking God. That hurt!

“That is the real thing, little darling. Be a good girl and thank me or I’m going to start adding on some extras.”

She didn’t want to thank him. She wanted to tell him where he could stick that damn paddle. But if that last smack was an indication of what was to come, then she definitely didn’t want him adding extras.

“Thank you for warming me up.”

“Good girl.”

The paddle landed again and she let out a loud cry.

“I know you think I’m being harsh,” he scolded. Two more landed. Oh God. Oh God. How was she going to survive this? “But do you know how scared I was when Kent called me to tell me you were missing?”

Smack! Smack!

Tears dripped down her face. It was too much. She couldn’t handle the pain. His hand was bad enough. This was excruciating. Her safe word lingered on her lips.

“I was terrified.” Two more strokes. “I had no idea if you would be found.” Thwap! Thwap! “I couldn’t even get back to help search for you.”

The fear in his voice penetrated her haze of pain and all thoughts of using the safe word disappeared. The fact that this strong, hard man could be so worried over her, so scared, it humbled her. And it made her think about how she would feel if the tables were turned.

She started to sob.

“I never, ever want to receive a call like that again. It nearly broke me, Charlotte. If I ever lost you…” His voice trailed off. And she started to sob in big heaves.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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