Page 22 of Daddy's Naughty List

Although he’d never say a word about them, he couldn’t stand looking at the scars on her bottom and thighs. No, he didn’t hate the scars—he hated what she’d gone through to get them.

She stiffened as he ran his fingers over the worst of the raised welts, and his chest tightened painfully. He couldn’t take them away, but he’d be damned to hell if he didn’t give her a better memory.

“No, babygirl.” He stroked her rounded bottom firmly as her floral scent thickened and warmed. “A spanking is no laughing matter, remember?”

Seeming to push her tension down, she lifted her head and smiled. “So you said. My bottom seems to still be un-spanked.”

“Red to stop, yellow to reevaluate, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m green now.”

“Good girl.” He swatted her ass, loving how her silky flesh bounced under his palm.

“Ah! Oh!”

Keeping his strokes gentle, he followed it with several more as she squirmed, coming dangerously close to his burgeoning erection.

“You were saying?” Varying his aim to catch the tender skin where her thighs met her ass, he kept spanking her until she was panting, and pink splotches blossomed on her bared flesh.

Walt wanted to see everything but didn’t dare pull her panties down. He was too close to the edge as it was. Praying he could hold himself together, he petted her warmed backside.

“Yes, Daddy.” She squirmed and parted her thighs as she ground her pussy against his leg. “Give me more.”

“So needy.” He helped her stand, then tugged her jeans up. “That’s enough for now.”

“But Daddy…” She narrowed her eyes, and her plump lip bowed in an adorable pout as she pulled her jeans off and tossed them across the room, along with her panties. “I want more spankings.”

Interesting.

He hid a smile. Susan was unfailingly polite, meaning she liked being spanked enough to demand it. That was fair, as he enjoyed spanking her just as much.

“What do you think you should do instead of ordering me to spank you?”

“Daddy, I said—” She paled and scrambled for her jeans, then put them on. “I am so sorry for being rude. I should have said please, at least.”

“Come sit on my lap, baby.” She trudged closer and didn’t look at him when he pulled her into his embrace. “Do you want to know why I stopped?”

“I…yes, Daddy. Please?”

“Good girl.” He brushed a soft kiss over her temple. “You just had your very first proper spanking, and I wanted to stop while you were still enjoying it. That way, you’ll remember only the pleasure and not the hurt.”

“And it’ll make me look forward to the next one.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Mean, Daddy.”

The words were grumpy. Her smile and the tight hug she gave him were not.

Susan

She’d learned two very important lessons during her day with Walt.

He was diabolically clever about punishments. Granted, most people she knew would see being trapped under a sleeping cat as a reward, but it was the absolute worst to be forced to sit still while watching him cook and clean. It wasn’t even that she particularly liked washing dishes. She wanted to spend time with him—even if they were doing chores.

Susan also really, really liked his spankings and couldn’t wait for the next one. Her bottom tingled like he’d touched her with a violet wand, sending pulses of desire into her core.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t spank her again until he was good and ready—and it wouldn’t happen if she begged, or worse, tried to order him again. Her face flamed with mortification over her rudeness.

“That’s right, baby.” He set her on her feet and smirked. “I’m the meanest Daddy ever for not spanking you, and for making you rest all day.”

“Ugh.” She covered her face with her hands but couldn’t hide her smile. “I sound ridiculous.”

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