Page 21 of Daddy's Heart

“Not getting out of it now, Sammy.” He raised his right knee, bringing her bottom higher up.

“Let me go! Let me down!” She smacked at his calves, but if she was being honest, her heart wasn’t in it.

“Listen up, little girl.” He rested his hand on her ass, and she stilled. “You made your choice, and now you’ll live with it. Once I’m done here, we’ll talk, but until I’ve given you permission to talk, the only thing I want to hear is an apology.”

“I’m sorry!” She didn’t need a spanking to get to the apology. She never should have tried to call his bluff. Now she was face down over his lap, hair all around her face so she couldn’t even see him. And she tried, and failed, not to think about her butt facing him. She was a grown woman!

Why had she forced his hand?

He chuckled. “Not yet, Sammy girl.” He patted her ass. “I’m gonna let you keep your skirt down, but if you fight me, start cursing again, it gets flipped up and you’ll take this spanking on your bare ass. Am I clear?”

Her stomach summersaulted again and again, until she could barely get the words out.

“Yes—” She stopped herself before saying the word she held close to her chest, but only barely.

He sighed.

“Okay then. Here we go.” His hand, his warm, comforting hand, lifted from her ass and crashed down with the fire of the devil himself.

Too shocked by the sudden burst of pain, her scream stuck in her throat. By the third spank, he’d knocked her voice loose again, and she howled. The man had iron hands!

“Ryder! No!” She started to wiggle when the smacks lowered to her thighs. So she’d cursed, so what? She was allowed. It was her right!

He paused, rubbing her ass with his palm. “You had a bad morning, and instead of coming home and talking, you wanted to take it out on me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, and she meant it. She’d been out of control, and it wasn’t fair to him. He’d been nothing but kind since she’d met him.

“I know you are. You’re starting to calm down now, aren’t you, little girl?” He continued to run his hand over her ass in circles.

She blinked back the tears. “Yes.” He was right—again. The whirlwind of emotions started simmering the moment he’d grabbed her arm.

After a long moment of silence, she pressed her hands to his leg and started to get up.

“Can I get up now?”

He gently pushed against her back. “Not yet, little girl. We aren’t done. Now that I have your attention, your punishment can start.”

She jerked her head back, trying to see him. “What? No. You just did.”

“What I did was get your heart ready to listen. Now, you’ll pay the consequence.” She caught his gaze. He wasn’t joking.

“I don’t want—”

“I know you don’t.”

She shook her head. “No. You can’t. I won’t—” She tried to shove up again, but he pushed back harder.

“Stay still or this becomes a bare assed spanking,” he warned.

“I’m feeling better now. Just let me up!” She smacked his calf.

He sighed. A heavy, disappointing sound.

“You hit me.”

She sank back down over his lap, letting her head dangle. “It was a tap,” she muttered, feeling the softer side of herself easing its way up.

“Well, my smacks aren’t taps,” he promised. “Skirt goes up,” he decreed, and no amount of wiggling she did could stop him. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up over her ass, using his other arm to clamp it down to her back and pin her to his waist at the same time.

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