Page 167 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Hey, no. Look at me. That will never happen,” he told her. “And absolutely no lines. But someone is getting her butt tapped.” He stood and reached out a hand to draw her to him. Then before she even realized what was happening, he had his foot up on the sofa and she was being tilted over his raised thigh.

Several hard, sharp smacks landed on her ass until it was stinging and she was gasping.

Then he stood her upright and drew her against him, holding her tight. She reached back and rubbed her bottom before glaring up at him.

“You spanked me!”

Corbin raised an eyebrow. “I popped your butt a few times, not sure I’d call it a real spanking.”

“But it hurt! It wasn’t like those other times when you smacked my bottom while we were, uh, you know . . . those times it made me hot. This . . . this hurt.” Her lower lip wobbled.

“It was meant to, baby girl. How else will you remember to do what Daddy says, huh? When I tell you to do or not do something, you have to listen to Daddy. Okay?”

She sighed. “If you say so, Daddy.”

“I do, precious girl. Now, we’re going to tidy up, get you in the bath, and then it’s time for a nap.”

“A nap? Why do I need a nap?”

“Because you have dark marks under your eyes and you look tired.”

“All lies, Daddy!”

“Lies?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. Come on, you put the slime away while Daddy runs you a bath.”

“I don’t think Little girls tidy up, Daddy. I think that’s a rule or something.”

“No, Little girls definitely do tidy up. Especially when their Daddy tells them to.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

She sighed. “Fine, I get it. Do what Daddy says.”

“Good girl.”

An hour later,he dried her off after her bath. He’d even found some bubblebath. And she’d managed to get bubbles all over the floor.

Oops.

It wasn’t like she’d meant to do it.

It had just happened.

“Now, do you need to go potty?”

She shook her head.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

He wrapped a dry towel around her, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

“Daddy, shouldn’t I clean up?” she asked.

Not that she wanted to clean the bathroom, but anything to delay her nap.

“No, Daddy will clean it up,” he told her as he laid her on the bed and pulled off the towel, leaving her naked. “I don’t want you to slip over.”

He pulled open one of the drawers and drew out a pretty white nightgown she’d never seen before. It was lacy across the top and the bottom hem. He slid it over her head.

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