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“Right. That’s her opening night in Chicago.”

“March 13 is after our—I mean, we won’t… you know.” Her cheeks reddened and she avoided his gaze.

“We won’t what?” he pushed. He was being patient, but two weeks had already passed and he’d seen the progress in her. Once he had her in his arms, she melted, completely relaxed into him. Buying the tickets may have been wishful thinking, but dammit, he deserved to wish for it, and she did too.

“You’re pushing,” she said, tossing the envelope on his dresser. “If we are still together. If we decide to continue on, then you can ask me to go with you, but I don’t want these now.”

He dragged his hand through his hair and sighed. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“Yes. It’s fair.” She nodded with another smile bursting onto her face.

“You may have won this round, but there’s the next one you’ve yet to get through. Now.” He tucked the tickets back into his drawer and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Take off all your clothes and bend over the bed, I want that curvy ass of yours in the air.”

“Was I a naughty girl, Daddy?” She flashed him a coy smile.

“We’ll see if you’re still smiling so brightly after we finish. Now, get to it,” he said as he moved his hands to his belt buckle.

Chapter 12

Carissa moved quickly, shucking off her clothes and getting into position. He wasn’t angry about the tickets, which shouldn’t have surprised her. By now she knew he wouldn’t push harder than she was ready for.

The sound of his belt being pulled through the loops made her ass cheeks clench in anticipation. He was going to punish her, and it would hurt, and then he’d kiss it all better.

“Hands out in front of you, Carissa-girl.” There was that endearment again. He seemed to use the nickname whenever he wanted to put her in the right frame of mind, either for punishment or for play. And it did the trick. She instantly felt herself go soft, ready to yield to him and whatever he had planned for her.

“You were a naughty girl at Garrick’s this evening, weren’t you, little girl?”

The buckle of his belt jangled as he folded it in half. She could feel him behind her, his eyes on her naked bottom, watching her wiggle with the anticipation.

“When we go to a friend’s home for dinner, you are expected to behave.” Not giving any warning, he pulled back and snapped the belt against her bare backside.

She rose up to her toes and buried her face into the mattress to cover her yelp.

“You won’t yell at Daddy, or stomp, or throw your fork, or do any other rude things,” he said, laying two more swats in quick succession across her ass.

“Yes, Daddy!” she cried out when the belt came down again, covering the same spot as the last stroke.

“You’ll be well behaved or you’ll find yourself with my belt painting your ass like this every. Single. Time.” He enunciated his words with sharp swats of the leather.

“If I ever have to take you into someone’s kitchen to calm down a hissy fit again, you can be sure there will be much more than this, little girl.”

A streak of fire ran across her ass and she reared up, but she didn’t wiggle away, didn’t kick her leg or try to avoid him. He was right. She’d acted like a complete brat.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried and gripped the comforter until her knuckles turned white.

“You behaved well after we talked, so you aren’t getting a full punishment.” One harder swat crossed her thighs and the belt clattered to the floor.

She wasn’t crying, but tears welled behind her lids.

“Don’t move, Carissa-girl,” he said from behind her. His hand was on her in the next moment, running over her sore ass. “You did good, you took your spanking well.”

She pushed her ass upward, toward his hand, hoping he’d stroke her where the fire really burned.

“Daddy, please,” she whispered and arched her back more.

He chuckled, moving his hand from her cheek to the inside of her thigh, trailing up from her knee to where she needed his touch most.

“Does my little girl need her Daddy?”

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