Page 47 of Daddy's Rules

I shrug a shoulder but can’t help but smile. “Some of them like it.” She blinks, sneering at me. “If we hear from you ever again, you’ll answer to me,” I tell her. “You leave my girl alone. You leave her dog alone. And consider a different career than conning people.”

Frowning, the woman nods. “Whatever. Just get out.”

We won’t hear from her again. It was a feeble attempt, but she knows she won’t get anywhere with me.

I leave and go find Jordan.

* * *

The full moon glowsbrightly, so our room needs no light, but Jordan’s still lit a few fragrant vanilla candles. The candlelight flickers against her skin as I watch her waiting for me. She’s kneeling, dressed in a pretty pale blue nightie, waiting as she was told. Her head is bowed in submission, her hands folded softly in her lap. In the other room, a well-fed dog sleeps peacefully, having gotten all the treats and cuddles he could handle. Jordan is still a little shaken with the whole incident, but I promised her a session, and now it’s my pleasure to deliver.

I walk to her, admiring her luscious body, barely covered with the silk fabric draping over her. When I stand in front of her, her head is at knee level, so I have to bend to run my hand along the soft strands of hair, her creamy, bare shoulders, and down the silk that covers her back and ass.

“You were under a lot of stress today,” I tell her. “And despite a few little slips, you pulled yourself together and obeyed me.”

She doesn’t raise her head until I tip my finger under her chin. “Didn’t you, little one?”

Her eyes soften and her lips part, but she only nods. I sit on the edge of the bed in front of her.

“Daddy promised you a good girl spanking, yeah?”

Her tongue darts out and brushes against her pink, bee-stung lips. “Please, Daddy.”

“Stand.” Resting her hand on my knees to steady herself, she gets to her feet. I reach for the hem of her nightie and lift it up and over her head. It’s warm in here, so she’s comfortable when I bare her to me. I let the nightie fall and it floats to the floor.

“Owen? Daddy?”

“Yes, my sweet baby girl?”

“If I’d disobeyed you earlier... would you have punished me?”

She knows the answer to this question but needs the reassurance of my answer. “Of course I would have.”

“But I did listen,” she says, as if she’s processing this herself. “I did obey you.”

I nod.

“I want to obey you. I want to be your good girl.”

I chuckle. “Me, too.”

Her head tips to the side. “Do you? I thought you liked spanking me?”

I draw her to me with my hand on her neck. “I do,” I tell her. “But there are many ways I can spank you without it being for discipline.” As if to emphasize my words, I draw her across my lap. I love the way she fits here, as if she’s been made for me, draped over my knee like this. I run my palm along the soft curves of her ass, and when I get to her thighs, I gently pry them apart. She hesitates for just a split second, then obeys. She tenses over my lap.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her. “You were a good girl, remember? Daddy’s not going to punish you. It’s time for you to let everything go. Can you do that for me?”

She nods her head. “That’s a good girl. I’m going to warm you up with my hand. When you’re good and ready, I’ll put you on the bed next and you can take the spanking you need. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I chuckle when I lift my palm. “Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t started.”

“I am thanking you because I trust you. You know me. But I know you too. I know you’ll only give me what I can handle. You only punish me when for my own good and you only want what’s best for me. I know you’re a good man. A great man.” I swallow hard, not realizing how much I needed to hear her words. My heart beats for this woman, I decide and then smile.

I bring my palm down with a satisfying smack to her full ass. A pink handprint blooms against her pale skin and she gasps a little. My cock hardens the instant I connect with her skin. God, I love spanking this woman. I lift my palm and bring it down a second time, then a third. Over and over I spank her with moderate smacks of my palm, until she’s glowing pink and arousal gleams between her thighs.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “Now it’s time. Up on the bed. Chest down. Close your eyes and wait.”

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