Page 22 of Daddy's Heart

He hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down until they rested right below her cheeks. She clenched her eyes, waiting for his comment on her choice of underwear. Looking for comfort over fashion, she’d grabbed a pair of cotton briefs. Not exactly the sexiest panties in the world.

“Ryder,” she groaned and flattened her hands against the kitchen tiles.

“You’re not making good choices today, are you?” he asked, patting her ass cheeks.

Mortification seeped into her soul.

“Obviously not!” she shot at him, cursing herself for letting the snark out. When would she get control of herself?

“Okay, back to no talking.” His hand disappeared, and she clenched her ass, ready for the fire to ignite. “Soften those cheeks, young lady. Right. Now.” His command was so hard, so unyielding, she didn’t chance disobeying.

Once her body relaxed, the inferno was ignited. He didn’t give her any time between smacks to digest the pain of the swat. Over and over, his heavy hand landed, higher, lower, to the right then left, and all over again.

She openly cried out, but it had no effect on him. The spanking continued, and he left no inch of flesh untouched. The only moment he paused was to yank her panties lower so he could concentrate properly on her thighs.

“Ryder!” she shrieked, trying to squirm, but he had her on serious lockdown with his arm.

Tears built in her eyes, but she refused to give into them. He was being a meanie. That’s what he was doing.

“I think you let your emotions get the best of you. I think you were upset and instead of talking, you let yourself go off the rails,” he said as he methodically continued the spanking. “But you’ll learn—and quick, I assure you. I won’t tolerate being your punching bag.”

With his words, a sharp hit to her chest knocked the stubbornness away. That’s exactly what she had done.

She blinked, letting the tears fall from her eyes and roll off her cheeks to the floor. The smacks grew harder, but slower.

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, letting the stress and anger of the day wash away. Giving into the spanking, into him, her body went slack over his knees.

The spanks slowed to a stop, and his hand rested on her throbbing, hot ass.

She was sobbing.

Instead of chastising her, or making fun, he simply allowed her to. He comforted her by rubbing her back, but reminded her she had been punished by not easing the sting from her backside.

“Ready to get up?” he asked in a soft tone.

“Yes please.” She sniffled and wiped the back of her hand over her eyes.

“Come here, Sammy girl.” He helped her get to her feet. The dress fell back down over her ass, the soft fabric uncomfortable as it brushed her tender ass. “Take your panties all the way off,” he said, bracing her with his hands on her waist.

“Why?” she asked, wiping her face again.

“Because your bottom is pretty red, and they’ll be uncomfortable. And because I said so.” He flashed a casual grin.

She couldn’t argue the comfort logic. He’d been damn thorough.

Sucking in her bottom lip, she reached down and pulled them off, stepping out easily with him holding her.

“Good girl.” He took the panties from her and stood up, pulling her into his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and the last bit of stress she’d been holding in fell away.

“I’m really sorry I behaved so badly,” she said into his chest.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s over now.” He kissed the top of her head.

She stiffened.

“I think you should go take a nap, though. We’ll talk tonight.” He pulled away from her, chucking her chin with his knuckles.

“I’m not tired,” she said, but as the words fell from her lips, she sensed the weariness inside her. The emotional rollercoaster had taken its toll.

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