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“Grr.”

“Especially when you pout.” Still smiling, Walt caressed her cheek. “I do want to spank you, sweetheart.”

“Then why won’t you?”

“Susan, when I spank you, I want us both to enjoy it. I don’t ever want you to associate a spanking with punishment when there are much better ways to make you behave yourself.”

“Except you did spank me.”

Sort of. She flushed and wished she’d kept her mouth shut. He couldn’t know how much that one swat on her butt made her want more.

“I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry. It was inexcusable because I didn’t ask for or receive your consent.” He stroked her back, his strong hands easing her tension. Chuckling softly, he added, “You chose violence when you watched someone harm a child. My hot button is listening to you put yourself down, but I’m going to do better for you.”

“You wouldn’t let me move for hours,” she muttered, still annoyed despite the warmth blossoming in her heart. “I’d rather have the spanking and get it over with.”

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of her nose. “And that is exactly why you didn’t get one.”

“So mean.”

“Yup.”

Although she didn’t much believe in God these days, she prayed once more for Walt to be her Daddy. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d find someone so…

Perfect.

Gathering every last scrap of her courage, she turned to straddle his lap and put her hands on his shoulders, then nipped his ear. He gasped and tightened his fingers on her hips as his hardening shaft prodded against her core. “Maybe we should find out how much you can make me enjoy your spankings… Daddy.”

Chapter Eight

Walt

Well, if that wasn’t consent…

Although he’d managed to convince himself the age gap between them wasn’t a big deal, he needed to remember that she’d consented to a spanking—not to sharing his bed.

Then again… She’d tried to hide it with a smile and compliments for the décor, but he hadn’t missed the confused disappointment on her face when he put her things in the guest room.

Maybe she would demand to sleep with him, as she’d done with the spanking he was about to give her.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Without letting her go, he stood and carried her toward the staircase.

“Walt! What are you?—”

“I thought I was your Daddy.”

In fact, hearing Susan call him Daddy was even better than listening to her say his name. He especially loved that she’d gotten comfortable enough to stop calling him ‘Sir’.

She called everyone ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’. He was being greedy and proprietary about it but being Susan’s Daddy was special—something she wouldn’t call anyone else. Even Sean Franklin, who’d been a Daddy Dom for years, didn’t get Susan to call him Daddy.

“I—” She squeaked and tightened her arms around his shoulders as he mounted the stairs. “Daddy, I can walk.”

“I know.” His back twinged as he reached the landing, but he didn’t put her down. Instead, he carried her into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Loosening his grip on her waist, he added, “Stand up and pull your jeans down to your knees.”

“Yes, S—” She blushed, and her hands trembled as she unzipped her jeans and tugged them down to reveal her cute blue panties. “I mean, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Holding in a groan at the wetness darkening the fabric covering her sex, Walt patted his knee. “Now, over Daddy’s lap for your spanking.”

Gingerly, she shuffled toward him, then lowered herself until she was in position. “Are you going to laugh at me again?”

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