Page 11 of Lion's Little Scamp

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

With that, Harrigan turned his attention to the lush, rounded ass that was waiting to be spanked. He took a few minutes to simply rub his hands over the cotton-covered flesh in order to familiarize himself with the canvas he had to work with.

“Your count tonight is ten,” he warned before lifting his hand and bringing it down in the center of her left ass cheek.

Chapter Seven

Holy hell, that hurt! Irish sucked in a breath as the fiery pain of Harrigan’s hand landing for the first time lit up her left ass cheek. Before she could cry out the pain, his hand landed in the center of her right cheek. She tried to keep still, but by the fifth smack she was gasping for breath to hold back the tears that pushed for freedom.

The next slap of hand on ass tore away the last bits of her control and the tears flowed hard and fast. By the time Harrigan finished her first punishment, she had buried her face in the couch cushion and began to sob.

She did not fight when he rearranged her to sit across his lap with her face buried into his chest. She was too busy crying out all the emotions that she had been fighting to keep hidden for way too long. The fear, anger and disappointment with her life slowly slipped out of her with every teardrop, leaving her feeling light and floaty.

It took a while, but finally she felt empty of all the suppressed emotions. With a sniff and a hiccup, she relaxed fully against Harrigan’s big, muscular body. She felt completely drained, not just emotionally, but physically as well.

“Feel better?” he asked softly as he brushed the hair away from her face before giving her a gentle hug.

“Uh-huh. So much better.”

“Good. Let’s get your face cleaned up and then I’ll tuck you into bed for the night.”

Rising with her in his arms bridal style, Harrigan carried her to the bathroom. She hissed when he closed the toilet lid before setting her down.

She watched as he gathered several tissues and wiped her face before helping her blow her nose. Though she could have done it herself, she felt too drained to argue.

After he threw the tissues away, he wet a washcloth and washed her face. The cold cloth felt so good as he wiped away the last of her tears.

Without a word, he then picked her up again and carried her into her bedroom. Setting her down on her feet, he pulled back the covers. “Climb in, little scamp,” he said.

She climbed in and lay down on her side. Harrigan picked her lion stuffie up from the nightstand and handed him to her.

“Does he have a name?” Harrigan asked as he pulled the covers over them.

“Fluffy,” she sighed.

“Interesting name for a lion,” he said as he made sure a nightlight on the dresser was on before returning to the side of the bed. Bending over, he brushed a kiss on her temple. “Sleep well, little scamp. I’ll see you in the morning and walk you to class after breakfast.”

“Night, Daddy,” Irish murmured as her eyes shut and sleep swallowed her whole.

As soon as he woke, Harrigan went on alert. He was not alone in his room. Moving slowly, he sat up and looked around the dark room. Nothing moved. No one came at him with a weapon. The only difference from when he’d fallen asleep and now was a pile of blankets on the floor in front of the closet door. He could just make out brown hair spilling from the blanket.

What the hell? How had Irish entered his room without him waking up? And why was she sleeping on the floor?

After using the bathroom and washing his hands, Harrigan returned to the bedroom and knelt beside the blanket-wrapped figure. It took a moment of searching to find and uncover her face.

Once again, he was struck by how lovely his Little mate was. But she should not be sleeping on the floor.

Running a fingertip down her cheek, he said softly, “Wake up, little scamp.”

Her eyes popped open and she jerked back with a frightened gasp.

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s Daddy. You’re safe. Why are you sleeping on the floor in my bedroom?”

Irish blinked before lifting her head to look around. She then turned back to him. She looked into his eyes for a moment before dropping her gaze. “I woke up in that room all alone and got scared. I didn’t want to wake you, so I brought my blanket in here so Fluffy and I could curl up here. Did you know you snore?”

“I do?”

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