Page 13 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

I sit down on the edge of the cot. It would be nice if there were a spanking bench to make this less personal, but at the same time, I don’t mind the idea of her little body draped over my lap. I gesture her forward, then point to my thighs.

“Right here for your punishment, Penny.”

“You’re truly going to spank me?”

“Your safe word is red.”

Indecision shows in her expression—in her wide brown eyes, in the way she chews her lower lip, in the skeptical wrinkle of her brow. She’s going to refuse, which is the smart thing to do.

I don’t want her to be smart, though—I want that ass to be mine.

“The longer you dillydally, the worse your punishment will be,” I say.

“Shit,” she says, then steps forward.

She looks curious, intrigued, nervous.

“Have you ever been spanked before, sweetheart?” I ask.

“No, sir.”

Yet she’s a natural, calling me sir, her gaze respectfully lowered to the floor.

“I can’t say I’ll go easy on you,” I say, “but you do have a safe word if you need it, and I’ll respect that.”

When she starts to drape herself over my lap, I hold up a hand. “Lose the blanket. And tug your pants down first. Undies, too. We’re doing this bare-assed, sweetheart.”

Her lips part in indignation, but she manages to get her pants and underwear down to her knees despite the handcuffs. She tries to hide her pussy by quickly lying across my lap, but Cameron and I both catch a glimpse.

She makes me salivate. I both worry for her and want her. The heady combination activates my inner daddy.

Her plump ass is exposed. My raging hard-on presses into her belly. She has to feel it. Does it scare her? Maybe it should.

Goosebumps dance over her skin. I rub a hand over her bare bottom, trying to warm her, but the best way to warm her is through light impact.

One swat, very gentle, followed by another.

She doesn’t even sigh. “Is it supposed to hurt?”

“Not yet.” I continue slapping her bare skin. Looking over at Cameron, I say, “Do you want to try? Have you ever delivered a spanking?”

“I specialize in restraints, not punishments,” he says. “But I’d like to try.”

“The key is to warm her up first. I’m spending extra time on Penny because she was cold. Some light slaps will encourage blood flow.”

Kneeling on the floor on the other side of her, Cameron gives her a few swats at the same speed and strength as the ones I was delivering. Penny’s ass is turning a pleasing shade of light pink. She moans quietly.

“What’s that, little girl?” I ask. “Something to say?”

“No, sir.”

Cameron spanks her a few more times.

“Good,” I say. “Now it’s time for something harder.”

It’s the only warning Penny gets. I bring my hand down hard, then keep it there on her bottom, holding in the heat.

Penny yelps. Her shoulders jerk, like she wishes she could reach back and cover her butt, but she’s still cuffed.

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