Page 20 of Daddy's Naughty List

Although they were enforcing Walt’s punishment, his pets were the perfect addition, and both were almost overly friendly. According to Walt, they’d never met a lap they didn’t like, even though Mittens took up more than his fair share of the space on her outstretched legs.

Unfortunately, after watching what seemed like all the Christmas cartoons ever made, snacks, and a wonderful supper of pot roast with fresh bread, she was bored out of her skull.

Forget corner time. Couch time was infinitely worse.

Walt refused to let her help with dinner or the dishes. In fact, he didn’t let her move at all, except to go to the bathroom. Being lazy was nice in small doses, but she fairly itched to do something.

Anything—as long as it didn’t include being buried under pets with ice still pressed to her face. She couldn’t even play a game on her phone because he kept putting fresh cold compresses on her hands every time she tried to move. Worse, he didn’t let her help set up the cute little Christmas tree. At least he took pity on her and didn’t decorate it by himself.

She hadn’t known enforced inactivity would be so awful, but it seemed he’d figured out exactly how to make her regret worrying him.

It was such a Daddy thing to do. Darned tricksy Doms. He’d learned well from the Horsemen.

Susan lifted her chin and tried not to pout. She’d sit still long enough to grow moss before she apologized for hitting Noah. Then again, Walt hadn’t asked her to, which made her respect him even more.

“How are we feeling?” He set a tray containing mugs of tea and two slices of cake on the table next to her.

“I’m fine. Can I get up yet?”

“Maybe tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.” He held up a fork. “Want some cake?”

Ooh, that wicked smirk…

“Ahh!” After tossing the ice to the side, she wriggled out from under Charlie and Mittens, then stood with her hands on her hips. “I want this over with, Walt. I’ve been sitting still for hours, and it’s not fair! Just spank me already!”

Of all the things she thought she’d never say, begging for a spanking had to be at the top of the list. Even thinking about corporal punishment should have terrified her. Except…

She was nervous, but not the slightest bit scared. Walt wouldn’t hurt her, and if she was honest with herself, she wanted to feel his hard hand on her backside again and replace her memories of undeserved abuse with something else.

Something like a loving spanking from a man she trusted, whose idea of punishment was making her sit still with a cat on her lap.

And maybe if he spanked her, she could get up the nerve to talk to him about being her Daddy for real, because she wanted more than just a weekend.

Most of all, she wanted to prove to herself that she was ready for a Daddy, and to do that, she needed Walt to redden her bottom.

“Are you sure?” Still smirking at her, he returned the tray to the kitchen and shooed Charlie and Mittens off the couch before sitting down. “Maybe you should have a nap.”

“No naps, and definitely no more sitting still. I want a spanking instead.”

“Well, if you insist…”

Without waiting for her to reply, or even unbutton her jeans, he wrapped a long arm around her waist and tipped her face down over his knee.

“Walt!”

He rested his hand on her upturned backside, then coughed and cleared his throat as his abdominal muscles quivered against her hip. “You were saying?”

“Are you…” She put her hands on his muscular thigh and lifted herself up to see the skin around his blue eyes crinkled with mirth. “Are you laughing at me?”

“A spanking is no laughing matter, young lady.” He pressed his lips together, then snorted. “I am certainly not laughing.”

“Ugh!” Susan climbed off his lap and tried her best not to return his grin. “What does a woman have to do to get spanked around here?”

“Bratting will usually do it.” His smile faded and he tugged her down to sit on his lap. “But I’m thinking you’ll have a hard time with that.”

“I can be a brat.” Instead of allowing herself to cuddle against his warm chest, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “See?”

To her disgust, he burst into laughter loud enough to startle Charlie and Mittens. After calming himself, he hugged her and kissed her temple. “God, you’re too adorable.”

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