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A lump formed in Makenzie’s throat at his words. She couldn’t even lie and say she didn’t think about it, because when the text came in last night, she agreed to give their relationship a try. It would have been the perfect time to tell Irish, but they were having a good night, and she didn’t want the threats to mar it. She intended to tell him first thing this morning, but they got busy and she put it off and put it off…

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Irish's expression softened slightly. “I know, sweetheart. And I'm not angry with you. But I need you to understand that communication is key in our relationship. You need to trust me enough to come to me with anything, no matter how difficult. I can’t protect you from threats that I don’t know about.”

Makenzie nodded in agreement. “I understand. I should have told you last night. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to upset the mood. I was going to tell you first thing this morning, but we got busy and I never got around to it.”

“Sweetheart, I would have called Jay and asked him to look into it and gone right back to cuddling you in my arms. I made it pretty clear last night that you were to put your safety first, did I not? Above all other things?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected gently.

“Yes, Daddy,” she parroted.

“Good girl. I also made it clear that there would be no secrets between us going forward, did I not? No lies including those of omission?”

“Yes, Daddy. You did. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you last night.”

“What do you think should happen now, Makenzie?”

“I think you should hug me and forgive me.”

“I agree.”

“You do?” she asked hopefully.

“I do. But, before I forgive you and hug you, I’m going to spank your little ass. Stand up.”

Makenzie's eyes went wide with surprise as Irish pulled her up from the bed. He guided her to the edge of it and sat down, patting his lap.

“Pants and undies down, baby girl,” he said firmly.

Makenzie hesitated but only for a moment. She trusted Irish implicitly, knew he would never hurt her. Slowly, she slid her jeans and panties down her thighs, her cheeks burning as she exposed her bare bottom to him. She had never been spanked before as an adult. Would it be like her stories? How badly would it hurt? She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about what was about to happen.

He guided her over his lap, one of his large hands rested on the small of her back, pressing her down into him. Without warning, his other hand came down on her bottom with a firm smack. Makenzie yelped, the sting smarting more than she expected.

“Good, I have your full attention,” he said. “In order for our relationship to work, you need to be honest with me. No hiding things from Daddy. Understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Especially anything that concerns your health or safety.” Irish's hand landed on her bottom with a stinging smack that made her jump.

“Ouch!” she yelped. He landed another one on her other cheek, making Makenzie squirm slightly. “Ow, Daddy!” she whined, squirming more as he rained another three smacks on each cheek in quick succession.

Despite the sting, warmth pooled between her legs and heat crept into her cheeks. Her nipples hardened against the bedspread and Makenzie was acutely aware of how her body was reacting to Irish’s ministrations.

Irish's hand landed harder and faster, and she began to wiggle in earnest, a mixture of pain and arousal coursing through her veins. After an especially hard swat to the bottom of her cheeks, she reared up. “It hurts!”

“It is supposed to hurt, Mak. I need you to understand how important it is to communicate with me. I can’t keep you safe if you don’t tell me what’s going on. It’s my job to keep you safe and one I take seriously. Now, settle down and take your spanking like a good girl.”

She was going to be brave and take her spanking like a big girl. She was going to make him proud and lay there and?—

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she yelled mid thought, kicking her feet back. Damn. A fire was spreading across her cheeks.

Irish quickly shifted his knees up higher and trapped her legs behind one of his strong ones. He didn’t say a word but applied several sharp swats to the top of her sensitive thighs. She cried out from the pain, and a switch went off in her mind. This spanking was long overdue in her life. She needed it. She needed him. She relaxed her upper body and submitted to the dominance and discipline her Daddy was wielding.

The spanking went on for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a minute or two before Irish stopped. By then, Makenzie was sniffling into the comforter. Her bottom burned and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, unable to keep the words inside any longer. “I won’t do it again, Daddy, I promise.”

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