Page 68 of My Best Friend's Dad

“I’m her dad. I just got here after finding out that she snuck out of her window tonight,” Tony said smoothly, his tone authoritative. “Please let her go and I’ll handle this.”

The officer noticed the tattoo on Tony’s arm and pointed to it. “Navy, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Tony replied, his grip on my arm firm but still gentle. “Listen, if you let her go into my custody, I assure you, she’s not going to cause any more trouble tonight.”

The officer nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Alright but keep her in line.”

Tony gave a tight smile. “Absolutely. Believe me, she’ll have a lot to answer for when we get home.”

“Back in my day, I’d have gotten the belt,” the officer said under his breath in Tony’s direction, and I looked at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say that?

Did he think Tony was going to do the same?

I was really too drunk for this.

Tony nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, Officer. I’ll make sure she gets what she deserves as soon as I get her home.”

“What? I don’t want another spanking, especially another one with the belt!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself, the booze certainly loosening my lips right then.

The officer chuckled softly, and I wished a black hole would open up beneath my feet and swallow me up whole.

“Better be good on the ride home, young lady. It’s probably going to be a while before you’re able to sit comfortably,” he said, smirking with amusement.

“Yes, sir,” Tony grinned.

I definitely had more booze than I should have had tonight… I had to be imagining this… Was this really happening? No. It couldn’t be. I was crazy. Maybe I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.

“Outside. Now. Or else I’m going to have to deal with you in the backseat and I’m sure these kind officers will look the other way, for at least for as long as I need,” Tony demanded. The officer nodded his approval and let us go.

I pouted, awash in more shame than I could have ever imagined, but I went along with Tony all while glowering to myself about the unfairness of it all.

As soon as we got outside, I glared back at him.

“I can’t believe you threatened to spank me in front of the cops,” I muttered.

“They don’t need to know that it isn’t going to be me that deals with you tonight. Plus, I’m betting that you and Vincenzo are going to have words when I get you home, so I’m not wrong,” Tony said with a wink, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

Shit.

“Wait. Do you really think Vincenzo is going to spank me when we get home?” I said, suddenly very worried I was really going to get the belt after all, and this wasn’t just a big ploy to embarrass me.

“Chances are looking really good on that front right now, Jenna,” he said with a shrug.

I stuck my lip out even further as Tony steered me toward my car. My legs felt wobbly, and I was struggling to walk straight. Tony scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me to the car. He buckled me in, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“I’m in so much trouble, aren’t I?” I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

“Vincenzo is not going to be happy for sure,” Tony replied, starting the car. “But for now, just try to rest while I get you back home.”

As we drove home, the reality of the night’s events started to sink in. I had just been having fun, but maybe I should have been more careful. I shifted in my seat, suddenly remembering how much his belt had stung as the booze started to wear off.

“I can’t believe I’m nineteen years old and my bodyguard is taking me home so my best friend’s dad, my boyfriend or whatever he is, can spank me,” I muttered under my breath.

“You’ll survive,” Tony chuckled.

“You’re no help,” I scoffed.

Vincenzo had given me the belt once before and it had hurt. I chewed my lower lip, my nerves billowing up from the tips of my toes. This whole experience was new to me. My parents had certainly never spanked me, not that they would have been around enough to do it, but here I was, coming home drunk from a party about to get it.

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