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“Have you ever heard of safewords, Windy?” Using her given name is deliberate. I need her focused and attentive while we discuss consent. Our being together will be a scandal, there’s no way around it, but ensuring Windy understands that the true power between us is hers, is deeply personal.

“Like stoplight colors? I read a book where they used green, yellow, and red for consent. Do you mean like that?” she asks.

“I’m not even going to ask what you’ve been reading, little lush. But one day soon maybe we can read one of them together.” The idea makes her giggle, the sound going straight to my cock.

“My big sister likes spicy romances, Daddy. So does Taryn. Sometimes I read their books if I need a study break. Is that okay?”

I’m not the sort of Daddy who expects to control every minute of my Little girl’s day, but her instinctive desire to please me is intoxicating.

“Yes, reading to relax is a great habit and makes you a very good girl. It’s totally okay as long as you’re getting good grades and giving Coach Vanderman your best efforts.” The way my praise makes her eyes shimmer with happiness makes me ten feet taller. A smile from Windy is better than nearly any professional achievement I’ve ever accomplished.

“Now, we talked a little bit about rules, and we’ll go over more as we settle into being Daddy and babygirl, but for tonight, we’ll keep it simple.”

“You mean we’llKISS, Daddy,” Windy says with a playful smirk.

I might have never been one of my buddy Pete’s players, but I’ve been around long enough to have heard him yelling the motto at his athletes plenty. I chuckle, and change the last word when I repeat it back to her because there’s no way I’m calling my precious baby stupid. Even in jest.

“Exactly, little lush. We’ll ‘keep it simple, silly’.” I return her grin before pasting a serious look on my face. “Time for punishment. I’m not going to go too hard on you tonight; it’ll take time for us to both learn our limits. If anything hurts too much or you get scared, just say ‘red’ and we’ll stop.”

Windy nods her head in agreement and I drop her onto the bed in front of me. I take a step back and pull off my athletic jacket, then take my phone from my pocket along with my wallet and keys and toss them to the bedside table. The way Windy’s eyes rove over my t-shirt-covered torso is an ego boost. I’m nearly fifteen years her senior, but sports have kept me in great shape. I may not have eight-pack abs like some of my players, but I’ve got more than enough strength to carry her around with ease.

“Over my lap, babygirl. It’s time for Daddy to give you a way to remember how serious I am about your safety.”

“I’ll remember, Sir,” she promises. Her lithe body drapes over me, her hips balanced on my right thigh while her upper body rests on the bed beside me. I grab a pillow and put it under her head. I don’t want her head lower than her heart for this spanking because the blood rush could cause her to have a headache later.

Part of being Windy’s Daddy means I will occasionally cause her pain when she needs it. Pain and hurt are two different things, though. And I’ll never hurt my baby. Not intentionally, and fate willing, not unintentionally. She deserves a man who takes care of her as the precious treasure that she is.

CHAPTER 14

Windy

Beingover Coach Deke McCree’s lap for a spanking was not on my bingo card for this semester, but nobody will catch me complaining, I promise that. My yoga pants and panties peel down to mid-thigh with a little jostling from Deke and before I have time to be embarrassed about my nudity, his giant bear-paw of a hand is kneading my lower cheeks. He squeezes and releases them with a hard jiggle, like he’s testing the rebound of my ass.

“This is the most perfect bubble-butt in all the world. You know that, little lush? I can’t wait put my handprint all over it, so you feel my ownership every minute of every day.” Deke’s rich voice is even deeper than usual, and I can feel the hard bar of his erection against the side of my hip.

“M-me either,” I croak, anticipation and nerves turning my mouth into a desert. Logically I know I shouldn’t be so excited by the thought of a man hitting me, even just on my backside. But I am. So excited.

The first crack of his palm over the center of my left cheek snatches the breath right out of my lungs. Deke rubs a soothing circle over the sting, the shock and resounding smack more significant than the impact itself.

“Color?” he asks.

“Green, Sir.” I giggle back.

He only spanked me once. I didn’t think he’d already be asking me that.

“Good. Not everyone is okay with spankings. Thank you for being honest.” He’s not laughing with me, and before my next breath is done, I realize why.

Deke spanks me. Like, really spanks me. Smack after smack broken up by firm circles to sooth my hot flesh. I lose count of how many, but it can’t actually be for too long because while my backside is stinging, pleasure is coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

The cycle ofspank, spank, spank, rubis broken when Deke grabs a fistful of my cheek and bends low to kiss and nibble at it. The unexpected shock of his wet mouth on my overheated skin tears a keening wail from me and I startle at the sound.

“Such a good, good girl, baby. Taking your punishment like daddy’s perfect girl.”

His praise finds a secret home inside me. I’ve been given accolades my whole life for the way I play soccer, the grades I get. This is different. Deke is praising me for who I am, for who I can be to him. It’s different.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He lifts me easily and positions me to cuddle against his chest. The soft cotton of his t-shirt smells like detergent with the spicy hint of athletic sweat, and I rub my face into his chest to enjoy it.

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