Page 15 of His Love

“You’re not my Daddy,” I whined, then was immediately embarrassed by my declaration. Duh, he knew that.

“You better thank your lucky stars I'm not, because if I was, I would march your bratty ass back to the truck and paddle you for every word of back talk you’ve given me..”

My jaw dropped open, but before I could respond, he turned away as if that really were the end of the discussion, and continued moving through the pizza line.

I followed behind him, whining the whole while. My crutches made a smacking sound as I moved them across the worn floor.

“I want my pizza.” I couldn’t believe I was bringing it up again, still arguing, but I also couldn’t seem to stop myself.

“You have pizza.” He pointed to my plate.

I rolled my eyes, because he knew exactly what I meant. “I want my chocolate pizza.”

“No, you lost it.”

“I didn’t. You stealed it,” my Little argued as she started to make more of an appearance.

He set my plate down at a table and motioned for me to slide in.

Instead of doing what I knew was the right thing, I crossed my arms and shook my head. “Gimme my pizza.”

“One,” he counted.

My heart dropped to my stomach. A big part of me wanted to give in immediately and do exactly what I was told. A bigger part of me wanted to know what would happen if I didn’t.

“Two,” I sassed back.

He put his hand on my back and gently guided me back toward the register.

“I’m so sorry, I just realized I left my phone in my truck. We’ll be right back in. Mind watching our food?” he asked the teenager behind the counter, handing him a twenty..

The kid’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Sir, I'll be glad to watch it,” he said as he shoved the twenty in his skinny jeans pocket.

Suck-up.

Axel helped me from the restaurant and out into his truck. He opened the passenger door, flipped up the console, and picked me up before I could process that he was actually serious. He was going to spank me.

“Nu,” I cried. This had been a really bad idea.

“Oh, too late, baby. Until you say red, this ass is mine.”

I didn’t want to say red.

He laid me on my belly on the bench seat, after propping my crutches against the truck. Holding me down with one hand on my back, he felt around under his seat and pulled something out.

Whatever he found must have been created in the seventh layer of hell, because it hurt when it landed on my ass.

“Owie!" I cried, wrenching around to throw a hand over my bottom.

He quickly moved my hand to the side. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Little girl, but you do not argue with a grown-up and you do not speak to anyone with such sassy words. You were very rude to Uncle Axel tonight,” he scolded.

He brought the implement down on my legging-covered bottom seven more times. My eyes were full of tears and my fingers were clutching the fabric of his truck seat. Pain radiated from my butt and my heart.

“It’s perfectly normal for you to act out to see if I will follow through, as long as you understand I will be here to spank that naughty bottom every time you try and test me. Because we can admit that’s what this was, a test, wasn’t it, baby?”

“Yassss,” I wailed. My tears were falling freely.

Fire assaulted my bottom once more.

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