Page 48 of Biker Daddy

“If you didn’t smell so bad, babe, I’d be over there helping you.” He sat with his hip on the edge of the tub.

“Wimp,” she said, wiggling her brows at him.

“A wimp, huh? We’ll see who’s the wimp when I have you over my thighs, painting that ass red.”

“That’s not fair. Unless I get to see how you handle a spanking too.”

He chuckled, swishing his hand through the pink water. “Me, Daddy, you, baby girl.”

“Smart like biker,” she mocked.

“Hmm and what shall I spank that naughty and saucy ass with?” He looked skyward. “Hand? Belt?” She followed his eyes to the sink. “Ah, how about the hairbrush over there.”

“Drew!” Her voice spiked higher.

“That’s Daddy, babe.”

“Fine! Daddy!” she pouted, but didn’t feel any fear whatsoever, not with her clit swollen and her core burning hot and slick for him. Down to only her underwear and bra, she looked at her feet, using her long hair like a veil. She felt shy. How could he possibly find her attractive?

“Come ‘ere,” he said holding out his hand for her. She went to him.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed, staring into his blue eyes, admiring the dark blue ring.

“Every inch of you is beautiful, got me?”

She nodded and he stood. “Arms up.”

She lifted them and he took off her bra and then bent, lowering her panties.

“That’s my girl.” He took her hand. “Step in.”

When she sank into the water, it felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to how she felt when he washed her. By the time she stepped out of the tub, she felt as languid as a puppy after a long run. He dried her and nodded toward the brush.

“Grab that, honey.”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”

He took her hand when she complied and led her to the bed, still crumpled from them sleeping in it. He sat and nodded to the floor. “Kneel down and I’ll brush your hair.” He ran the brush through her locks and the gentle tugging on her scalp made her feel languid.

“Up you get now, babe,” he said and patted his thigh. “Let’s get you over my knee.”

She set herself over, closing her eyes as her breasts fell heavily.

“You okay, honey?”

She nodded and he tapped her thigh with the brush hard enough to make her squeak.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Better. You were a naughty girl tonight, weren’t you?”

“I guess.”

He swatted her thigh harder and she lurched forward on his lap, feeling her balance waver. His big hand pulled her hip closer to his abdomen, securing her.

“Yes, I was naughty!”

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