Page 45 of Mountain Man Daddy

“That hurts.”

“It’s supposed to. It’s a spanking. But don’t worry, little girl. It’ll get better in a few minutes.”

His palm landed a second time, and then again in a steady rhythm until her whole bottom was glowing with a nice buzzy warmth. Each spank brought her closer to some sort of mental peace.

“Help me cry, Daddy. I want to bawl and get it all out.” It took bravery to ask him to spank her harder because mostly she didn’t want the hurt that came with something harsher but she knew she needed it. There was something so cleansing about it. “Spank me good and make love to me before we go?”Just in case it’s the last time.

He didn’t answer just started landing harder and faster spanks until she was squirming and her hand flew back.

“Okay! Okay, Daddy. No more.”

“Oh, no, you don’t get a decision on when this spanking ends, Avery. You asked me to give you the spanking youneed, and I’m doing that. You aren’t done yet, whether you think you are or not.” She sniffled at his words. “But Daddy, I am!” She was angry at herself for needing more. It hurt! And as much as she loved that he could read through her words and see the difference between what she wanted and needed, it pissed her off. She wanted to lash out.

“Give me your hand.” She shook her head. “Now, Avery.” Again, she refused. He took her wrist and placed it against the small of her back while she struggled.

“Enough!” He punctuated his final word with a meaty spank that targeted the middle of her bottom over both cheeks, hard enough that she swore.

“No more, damn you!” He just kept on spanking her and hard. She cursed him and tried her damnedest to twist and turn herself off his lap, but he only tightened his grip on her and laid into her bottom more fiercely. She clenched her jaw and set her mind to accept what he gave but damn it, she wasn’t giving in. She took the burning spanks, and tried to relax her body and hold back her angry tears. He continued a few more sharp swats before speaking firmly.

“You will never again try to control a spanking I’m giving you, whether you asked for it or not. Do you understand that, little girl?” She didn’t answer, so he swatted her again three times, making her howl angrily. She wanted to swear, curse him, and cling to him and bawl all at the same time, but anger was easier than vulnerability.

“Yes! Fine! Don’t ever expect me to ask again though!” She made an angry, indignant huff and he stood abruptly, catching her before she could fall onto the floor. She’d kicked her pants and panties off, but he didn’t care. He took her firmly by the upper arm and yanked her toward the cabin door. Her eyes widened as she figured out where he was taking her and she dug her feet into the floor. He dragged her, and she hollered.

“No, please. I’m sorry. Please, Daddy. I was upset. I didn’t mean to act out. I swear.” He only shot her a look so dark that she threw herself onto her knees on the floor. He was in complete control though and scooped her up and continued out the door toward the woodshed.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble, little girl. You’ve needed this since the moment I walked through the door.” He set her on her feet once they were next to the sawhorse. “Over.” He pointed, and she shook her head. “Maybe you’re testing me. Maybe you want to see I can take control no matter how bad things get, I don’t know, but if you don’t get yourself over that bench, I’m going to cut a switch for when we’re finished here.” He crossed his arms, and his jaw tightened. “Last chance.”

She stamped her foot once, growled, and bent over the horse. With her ass on the line, she hated that he was right. Why was she testing him, pushing him? He came around the front, shook his head and pointed to two pegs sticking out of the bottom. “Hold your hands there and don’t move.” She bit her wobbling lip, slowly reached down, and put her hands on the pegs.

“Stay.” He left her there, and as soon as he stepped away, shame hit her. Why was she acting like this? He walked back in the room. She heard his footfalls and dread rolled inside her. He touched her back and leaned over her.

“Get up.” She did and looked at him with watery eyes. “I’m sorry. I just feel so out of control.” She looked down and saw the blanket in his hands. He touched her face with his right hand, wiping the two tears that slipped from her eyes. Then he put the blanket over the bench. He nodded his chin at it, and she looked first at it and then him. She straightened, gathered her breath, and turned to lean over it. She knew this was what she needed. She needed him in control. She’d asked for this. He was right; she needed to know he could take care of her—handle anything that came at him.

“I don’t want it to dig into your hips,” he said, his hand still warm and firm on her back. “You know this is for you.” She nodded. Any words she might have wanted to say stuck.

“Never doubt that I’ll follow through with what you need, honey. I won’t let you down. I swear I won’t.” His hand left her back, and she heard the whisper before she felt the splat and bite of leather on her skin. She sucked air through her teeth, absorbing the sting and then stiffened when she heard the next lick coming. She wanted to move away to avoid it, but she was done fighting him. They were in this together.

The next landed, and she gasped softly, the tip of the strap flicked around the swell of her bottom and nipped the tender flesh. It hurt so badly she released the peg wanting to rub the spot, but she stayed strong and put her hand back. He switched to her other side, and she felt relief knowing the tip wouldn’t bite the same spot again, at least for now. She didn’t know how long he’d spank her, but she did know he was doing it for her. She wouldn’t make it harder on him. The next thwack made her straighten her spine sharply and cry out. They were starting to overlap, and the burn was fierce. A torrent of tears threatened behind her lids, and she knew she was close to breaking. She willed them to come.

The next two licks were fast and across the lowest part of her cheeks so she couldn’t absorb one before the next fell. It was exactly what she needed to overwhelm her ability to take the pain. Her feet rose and dropped and the tears broke through, like a rainstorm after a drought—it felt amazing. He pulled her up and kissed her wet face. “I will protect you. I will give you whatever you need even when it hurts me. I won’t screw this up, too.”

Too?Her eyes widened, but he scooped her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their mouths met with crushing force, and while one arm held her in place, the other plunged into her hair to control her while he went for her neck. And all thoughts of what he’d meant were gone.

He carried her back to the cabin, pausing on the porch steps to press her against the post and unbuckle his belt and jeans. His hands worked feverishly while hers were buried in his hair, ecstasy lacing every panting breath between them. Her eyes squeezed tight as he balanced her on his knee so he could both work his pants and her shirt open. She tore at his buttons simultaneously.

His hot mouth found her nipple and his free hand tugged at her hair again; she called out, abandoning her efforts and instead just clung to his shoulders. He pulled her off the post, spun so his back crashed into the door and he released her hair long enough to turn the knob. He stumbled, kicking off his dirty boots, and threw her onto the sofa. He tore at his clothes before falling onto her. His arm banded around her lower back, yanking her hips with force against him so that he could shove into her with an animalistic grunt. His deep pumping hit with slamming vigor and made her call out and bite down on his salty shoulder. The depth of his punishing penetration brought her to the edge fast. Her body tingled and tightened with the sensations of their friction, and her release tore through her faster than she’d ever experienced. Pressing his fingers into the tender flesh of her ass, he pumped hard. His final plunges were rough with abandon and she felt him tense as he spurted inside her.

He slumped against her, their skin, sweaty with exertion, pressed together.

“What did you mean,too?” she whispered in his ear, satiated but now remembering her last cognitive thought. What had this amazing man screwed up before? Was that the burden she’d been seeing on his face? And did it matter? Like he’d accepted her past, she would accept his. As he’d said, they were in this together. He lifted himself up slightly so she could see his face. They were both still out of breath.

“Goddammit, Avery Trent, I love you.” He bit his lip and emotion made his eyes shine. “I screwed up. I failed her. I failed them all, but I won’t fail you.”

Who did he fail? Ella? The other girl in the picture? Who else could there be? He’d shut down the last time she’d questioned him about them, but this time she wouldn’t let him. He needed to release his burdens just as she had.

“Tell me, Daddy. Please, tell me about Ella.” He sat up then, across from her, his knees still between her thighs.

He entwined their fingers, pulled her up, and leaned his forehead against hers. “We were just kids, friends with raging hormones, I guess. She got pregnant, but things were already over between us by the time she found out. I didn’t want to ruin my kid’s life or hers, so I proposed. We thought with a child between us we’d grow to love each other.” He gathered a breath, and she saw he was struggling to continue. “I already loved the child growing inside her.”

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