Page 4 of Until Daddy

She slipped her fingers into his palm and with a gentleness that seemed contrary to the strength of his build, he held on to her and helped her from the chair. They walked from the lounge through the nearly empty waiting area of the club before heading down the hallway to where she knew the nursery room was.

Just outside the room, he spun her and pushed her against the wall, bringing his face to hers, their noses touching lightly.

“Once we are in there, if you want me to slow down, you’ll use the color system. Yellow for slow and red for stop. While I’m spanking you, I won’t stop just because you say stop. If you don’t use your colors, I will not stop. Do you understand that?”

The intensity of his rounded eyes and his firm tone sent her heart pattering faster against her ribcage. This man would not be deterred, this man had a solid footing on his dominance.

Fuck.

“Yeah.”

He pinched her hip. “No, little girl, you won’t address me withyeah, you will answer with a yes, sir, or yes, Daddy. Is that clear?”

She swallowed. His lips were close, in kissing range, and they looked so warm, so plush and delicious. But he was talking, and she needed to pay attention.

“Yes, sir.” She couldn’t call him the other thing. Not yet. Not when they were just being so casual.

He nodded and pulled back. “Good then. Let’s go.”

Gripping her hand again, he pulled her forward into the room.

Inside was exactly how she’d figured it would be. A few toddler beds, two cribs against the wall. A rack with outfits in the far corner. In another corner stood a woman with pigtails holding up a dress, with her bright red bottom displayed to the room. Her daddy stood beside her, his arms folded across his chest, scolding her.

“We were supposed to have a nice evening, and you had to go and throw a fit!” the man stated.

Carissa looked up at Jamison as he pulled them to a stop beside an armchair.

“Looks like someone got herself a bad girl spanking,” he whispered into her ear, then smoothed her hair. “You don’t want one of those, I promise you.”

She held little doubt he was wrong about that.

He let go of her hand to remove his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Once he’d sat down, his large legs spread, he pulled her to stand between them.

“Now, tell me. How much does this play into your daily life?” He waved his hand, indicating the room as a whole.

“Not very much, I guess. I’ve never had a—well, been with anyone long enough to really incorporate some of this—but…” Her eyes widened at the changing table, where a girl was getting herself diapered, and she shook her head. “Not that.” She pointed to the couple.

“Don’t point.” He wrapped his hand around her finger and pushed her hand to her side. “I’m glad to hear that. Much of this is more than I enjoy myself. But giving a well-deserved spanking to a girl is right up my alley.”

She swallowed again and looked at his hands.

“Not backing out, are you?” He chuckled. “I promise they aren’t registered as lethal weapons or anything like that.” He displayed his hands.

“No.” She shook her head and started to play with her fingers.

He clasped her hands to stop the fidgeting. “Remember your colors. Now, lie over my lap. I think we can have the rest of this discussion over my knee.”

Her pussy clenched and her clit filled with desire just at his words. What the hell would happen when he touched her?

She managed to get over his lap without making a fool of herself, and he helped settle her backside right where he wanted it. Her skin felt warm with his hand resting on the curve of her ass.

“How many spankings have you received for being a bad girl, Carissa?” he asked, starting to run his hand in a large circle over both of her cheeks.

Bad girl? Weren’t they having fun?

“Um.”

His hand rose and crashed down onto her bottom, making her jolt from the surprise of the impact.

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