Page 11 of Daddy Devious

Victoria

“Time to go, little one.”

Mr. Stone’s voice holds far more tenderness than I would have expected from the man who just finished setting my ass on fire. It’s a dichotomy that makes my head spin, but I’m too worn out from the spanking to give it much consideration.

The door opens, and the driver pokes his head in. “Someone looks like she’s ready for a nap.”

“Indeed. Would you take her for me, Oliver? We had a very… eventful ride.”

“Of course, sir. Come here, sweetheart.”

Being put over Mr. Stone’s knee and spanked like a misbehaving child was embarrassing enough, but at least that was just between the two of us. The thought of being passed off to his driver only adds to that humiliating “little girl” feeling. “I can walk,” I tell them, wiggling against Oliver’s hold as he pulls me from the car.

A sharp swat lands on my bottom, reigniting the fire that had finally begun to fade a bit, and I realize two equally shocking, equally humiliating things.

One, it isn’t Mr. Stone who swatted me. It’s Oliver.

And two, that swat just landed on mybarebottom. Because my skirt is still hiked up around my waist, and my panties are nowhere to be found. Which means my bright red ass is hanging out for everyone to see.

This could not possibly get any worse.

“You-youspankedme!”

My accusation only earns me a round of laughter, not just from Oliver but from Mr. Stone as he exits the car, holding his arms out for Oliver to pass me off again. “Yes, he did. All of my staff has permission to discipline you as needed, which is something you should keep in mind if you wish to be naughty when I’m not around.”

I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of that, but I quickly snap my lips shut again at the look on his face. Despite his clear amusement at my expense, there’s a hard glint in his eye that reminds me he has no qualms about putting me very firmly in my place. “Fine. But I really can walk.”

“You can, but you may not. Hold on tight, little one. Daddy doesn’t want to drop you.”

“Can I at least have my underwear back?” I’m aware I’m whining, but fuck it. If he’s going to treat me like a child, I refuse to feel bad for acting like one.

“No, you may not. Nobody here is going to be shocked by the sight of a well-spanked bottom. And those undergarments are far too grown up for such a Little girl.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Overcome by the maelstrom of emotions battering me, I wrap my arms around his neck, hiding my burning face in his shoulder. “But it’sembarrassing.”

“I’m sure it is. Everyone can see what a naughty Little girl you were.”

I was thinking more about the fact that all my private bits are on display, but at his words a fresh wave of humiliation washes over me. Because he’s right. Everyone knows I got spanked like a child by one of the world’s most eligible bachelors.

This really,reallycannot get any worse.

Chapter Five

Victoria

It turns out the only thing worse than having your bare, recently spanked ass on display, is being forced tositon your bare, recently spanked ass. The leather seats on Mr. Stone’s private place are butter soft, but it might as well be sandpaper with how raw my skin feels.

“Stop fidgeting, Victoria.”

“I can’t. It hurts.”

Surprisingly, an emotion I could almost mistake for sympathy flashes across Mr. Stone’s face as he lays a hand over mine. “I know it does, little one. Once we’re in the air, you can take the seatbelt off. Until then, sit still.”

“Ugh.Fine.” Yanking my hand away, I cross my arms and flop back against my seat. I’m painfully aware of how childish I’m acting, but it’s difficult to feel like the grown, professional woman I am under the current circumstances.

“The correct answer is ‘Yes, Daddy’, Victoria Rose.”

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