Page 17 of Morally Gray Daddies

“What are you doing?” The fear that filled her voice earlier had disappeared, and the question came out as more of a demand. She tilted her head back to look at me, glaring. The fight was back in her eyes, and I was glad to see it.

“I’m punishing a naughty little girl.”

Her mouth dropped open as I hauled her forward over my lap. Merda, I cursed internally. She was wearing pants, not a skirt that would be easy to flip up. And just that moment of hesitation was all she needed to get herself together again and start fighting like hell.

It didn’t take me by surprise in quite the same way as before, but I couldn’t keep hold of her, either. She managed to kick me in the stomach as she escaped from my lap—which she was definitely going to pay for.

I was up on my feet by the time she reached the door, so I got to see her skid to a halt when she yanked the door open and found Tomas waiting for her on the other side. The squeaking sound she made would have been adorable if I wasn’t so frustrated with her.

She tried to backpedal, but I was there waiting.

“Come in,” I told Tomas as I started hauling her back to my uncle’s desk. She’d gone limp in my arms, apparently accepting her fate, but I wasn’t about to relax when she’d already shown how good she was at playing possum. “I’ll need you to hold her down.”

Clara squealed and started wriggling again, but some of the fight seemed to have gone out of her as Tomas and I wrestled her over my uncle’s desk. It helped that she was short enough that once we got her there, her legs dangled, toes not quite able to touch the floor. Tomas stood on the other side of the desk, at her head, holding her torso down with the arms we had folded across her back.

“There,” I said with satisfaction, sliding my hands under her to undo the buttons on her pants and tug them off. The pale skin of her bottom gleamed as the light hit it, a nice pale target between the black shirt and pants. My dick immediately perked up with interest, despite the soreness of my abs. “You’ve been very naughty, Clara, and now Daddy’s going to punish you.”

“Kick off!” she shouted at me, squirming in place and trying to kick at me. I snorted as I put my hand on her lower back to help pin her down, standing to the side, which made it difficult for her to kick me with any force. If I was going to die, it wasn’t going to be before I thoroughly punished her sweet little ass. I didn’t mind the fight; it was only making me harder.

“I was only going to spank you,” I said, reaching down for my belt buckle. “If you’d just gone over my knee, I would have used my hand, and that would be that. Now I’m going to have to belt you.”

“You don’t have to do anything, you screwy gongoozler!”

I couldn’t exactly argue that one. I had been following her and going into her bedroom at night. On the other hand, I couldn’t let her insulting me slide.

“That’s another five with the belt. If I were you, I’d learn to shut my yap real quick.” I slid the belt out from the loops with a single motion, the sound of leather sliding against fabric emphasizing my statement.

Clara whimpered, and my already hard dick jerked in response. Holding her in place, Tomas tilted his head as he studied her bare buttocks with an almost clinical interest. A frisson of possessive jealousy went through me, but hell… she’d tried to run. He’d caught her. He deserved a bit of a reward.

Plus, the more off-kilter I could keep her, the better. And a little humiliation might help her dampen her attitude. I looped the belt over, wrapping my hand around the two ends.

“Don’t you dare!” she shrieked.

My arm had already lifted, and she’d barely gotten the words out before the leather cracked across her cheeks, leaving a raised red welt. She screamed, struggling, legs kicking, but Tomas and I held her down as I lifted my arm again.

Clara

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much!

I choked on a sob—a real one—as the fiery pain spread across my backside, emanating from where his belt had hit. Kicking did nothing. Screaming did nothing. The leather came down again with a whoosh and a crack, just under where he’d laid the first blow.

I screamed just as loud.

No one came running to help.

Five of these?

No, five more, on top of whatever he was already going to do, you nitwit.

I’d almost rather be rolled up in the carpet again.

A third welt was laid across my bare bottom, leaving me kicking and squealing again, though no longer screaming. Tears wet my face, sliding down, and something soft brushed against them. It took me a moment to realize that it was Tomas.

He was leaning against the desk in such a way that his groin was right next to my face, and there was a growing bulge at the front of his pants that had touched me. I squealed again for a different reason, turning my head away, but that just meant I had to feel it moving across my cheek, my ear, to the back of my head, and at the same time, the belt came down across my ass again.

This time, it hit several of the previous welts, and I screamed as the fire I was feeling doubled.

“This is going to be a hard lesson for you, babydoll,” Gio said, his voice so full of sympathy, he almost sounded sincere. “But it’s one you need to learn. Thieving from Daddy is bad. Insulting Daddy is bad. And bad girls get the belt.”

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