Page 54 of Her Devious Daddies

KARSYN

I stared at the handcrafted paddle hanging on the wall in Logan’s bedroom. It was so pretty. I’d been warned that it wouldn’t feel pretty, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know what kind of marks it would leave on my butt. Logan wrapped his arms around me, kissing my temple and tugging me backward.

“I’m not using that paddle, babygirl. Take your clothes off and sit on the bed.”

“May I pick?”

“Maybe. Do what you were told, and we’ll see what kind of mood I’m in.”

“This isn’t a punishment, Sir.”

“Not right now, it’s not.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and quickly stripped down to nothing but my lacey caged-back panties. They were forest green with tiny white vines snaking along my curves. Logan gestured toward the garment. I licked my lips, watching his eyes on mine and sat.

“Did I say remove everything except your panties, Karsyn?”

“No, Sir.” I danced my underwear to my ankles and kicked them off to join my lounge pants on the floor. He nodded approvingly.

“Do you like thuddier sensations or something stingier?”

I shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t want to answer you, Logan, but I don’t want to think. I was so caught up in my head and writing those letters drained every drop of energy I had left. Plus, I quit my job. I have no idea how I’m going to–”

“Shh. Okay. I can see you’re way more overwhelmed than I thought you were. Turn around and get on all fours.”

I obeyed, sinking into a deeper state of submission. Logan kissed my right shoulder blade, then trailed kisses down to my tailbone. By the time he slapped his palm against my ass, I mewled. Dominance oozed from every pore in his body, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. Logan lifted my hair, securing a ponytail. I wondered if he had naughtier things in mind than a spanking. He slapped both of my ass cheeks several times in fast succession.

“Oh! Please, Sir?”

“Please what, babygirl?”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Please keep going?”

“Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Logan lifted a riding crop.

“Never mind, Sir. Please just fuck me instead?”

He cracked it across the expanse of my behind and I screeched. I wasn’t being funny. Kendall told me a lot of stories after I started dating Logan. She’d warned me that the way he wielded a crop would make even the most seasoned bottom weep.

“Don’t you like my crop, babygirl?”

“Kendall said you make people cry!”

Logan laughed. He kept laughing even as I turned around to see him holding his stomach. I couldn’t imagine why he found it funny.

“I probably do. But it’s tears of pleasure and of getting a release, babygirl. Tell your friend if she continues to gossip about me, I’m going to tell her Daddies to bring her to Creekside for a very special scene.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Logan stepped to the head of the bed, letting his gaze travel over every inch of my body. He flicked the crop. The tip caught my nipple.

“Ouch!” I shot him a glare.

“Is there somewhere you don’t want me to target?”

Before I could answer him, Logan snapped the crop. This time he landed the tip against my mound close to my pussy lips. I let out a long string of curses.

“No cursing, Karsyn.”

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