Page 64 of Biker Daddy

“If you put yourself down again, babe, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

She lowered her head and licked her lip. “I do.”

“What’s that, baby girl?”

“You’ll spank me?”

“Mhmm. Daddy will spank your naughty ass crimson.” He used a dry paintbrush to swirl around her nose and across her lips lightly. She shivered and he blew out to keep from losing control. Her reactions were so damn sexy.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Now I want you naked and lying down.” Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip again. He cleared his throat.

“You aren’t painting on canvas, are you?”

“Nope. You’re my medium today.” He ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek, which was pink and warm to the touch. “I do have another one of you started. You can’t see it until it’s done, though.”

“Okay.”

He took the sides of her dress and pulled it off. Unhooking her bra, he let it slide off her arms while eyeing her thong panties. They could stay, he decided, tracing the little triangle covering her bare mound with his paintbrush. He liked it naked and smooth.

“You were going to wear this at the charming little old lady B&B?”

“No, they’re my motivational panties. I’ve never worn them. I just keep them packed to push me to remember to eat properly and jog while I’m away. I only wore them today because my only funeral-appropriate dress was a clingy material and I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Do you know how amazing you look in them?”

“Don’t tease me, Drew.” Her mouth was a flat line and it made his jaw tense.

“Get up,” he said firmly. She swallowed audibly and he grabbed her arm to pull her up before she could disobey. Bending, he tossed her over his shoulder. She squealed.

“Drew!”

“It’s Daddy,” he grumbled.

“Fine! Daddy!”

“The sarcasm doesn’t impress me, babe.” His palm cracked against her naked flesh again. It sounded sharp and her gasp said it felt that way too. “Be a good girl now.”

He flicked on the light switch as he walked into the large bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. Lowering her to her feet, he spun her to face the full-length mirror and yanked off the blindfold.

“Look at yourself.”

She crossed her arms and looked skyward, stubbornly.

“God, with that attitude, babe, you’re asking for a spanking so badly right now. Is that what you want?”

“No.” It was sullen and she sighed forcefully.

“I had other plans, but I’ll always give my baby girl what she needs.”

He propped his leg on the edge of the soaker tub and grabbed her, pulling her over his knee. Her legs flailed without purchase, but her hands grasped his leg. His hand whaled on her naked bottom, making crisp spanks and squeals echo throughout the bathroom. Her struggling was no real deterrent. He was strong enough to keep her steady over his knee and continue reddening her ass.

“Are you ready to behave and lose the attitude?”

“Yes, Daddy. Jesus, yes!” Her legs scissored and he leaned forward, opening the drawer beside the sink.

“Language when you’re being spanked, babe, language.” He swatted her bottom with his wooden-backed hairbrush and she hollered. He got in half a dozen whacks when she started shouting.

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