Page 49 of Biker Daddy

“How, baby girl?”

“I broke into my uncle’s cabin.”

“A cabin that I forbid you to go into, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Because it isn’t safe, yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you gave me your trust to take care of you, right? To care for you, protect you, and punish you if I see fit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then, are you ready? This won’t be a sexy spanking, babe. It’s gonna hurt.”

She nodded and peeked at his hand rising over her bottom in the mirror of her dressing table across from them.

“Wait!”

He stopped, noticing her in the mirror, and looked her in the eye. “Give me your hand, baby girl.” She reached back to give it to him. “Daddy’s got you.” He smiled at her and let his arm fall. The spank was crisp, loud and shockingly solid, the sting so much more biting than his hand, especially on her still damp skin.

“Ouch!” she hissed.

“Uh huh. I’m pretty sure you’ll remember to obey me after this.” He smirked at her through the mirror and despite the burn on her butt, she smiled back. God, he was a hot biker daddy. “Now let’s get this spanking going, young lady. You need to squirm on my lap before you wiggle under me.”

Before she could come completely undone by his words, the brush was searing her backside again—this time without pause. He obviously believed in swift correction, because it wasn’t like his other spankings, the more sensual ones. She called out, squeezed his hand, kicked, and burst into tears as the burn and sting overwhelmed her.

“The floor is rotten. You could have been hurt. What if the floor caved in just a few more feet to the left and the fish tank fell on top of you?”

When he stopped, she continued weeping.

“That hurt!” she said in a wet sob.

“It was supposed to. I meant business when I said don’t step foot in there.”

“I never thought of that.” She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out on a long whimper. “I just wanted to do something for Uncle Ray since all I seem to be doing is getting tangled up with you.”

He helped her up onto his lap, tucked her hair behind her ear, and kissed her temple. She leaned against his shoulder, grabbed the brush from his hand, and threw it across the room.

“I hate that thing!”

Drew chuckled, but patted the part of her bottom he still had access to.

“Go get it, babe. We don’t throw fits of temper after we’ve been spanked, do we?”

Her brows crunched and her frown deepened to a pout. “But I hate that thing.”

“Do you need more? Another spanking to get that naughtiness out?”

“No,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Go get it.”

She huffed loudly as he helped her up. A swat landed against her ass, making her clutch her cheeks with both hands.

“Ow!”

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