Page 55 of Daddy's Rules

I snort. “Not your imagination. I’ve brought everything home from my office, I just haven’t sorted it out yet.”

“Why did you do that?” Her voice is little, hopeful.

“Because I quit. My job as a professional disciplinarian led me to you, baby. And now that I have you... well, I don’t need that job anymore.”

“Oh,” she whispers. “You... quit.”

“Mhm.”

“What will you do now?”

“Maybe I’ll invest in a certain little start-up pet clothing business. “ I tug a lock of her hair, which makes her giggle. “There’s a great little beach house with a big room that would be perfect for your sewing and it’s close to Beezy. I know you miss her.”

Her words come out so softly, I can barely hear them. “I am special to you,” she whispers, not questioning, but mulling it over. “What we have is unique, unconventional but I love it and you do too and that’s the only thing that matters.”

“That’s correct, little one. But one other thing matters. I love you.”

She melts into my arms. “And I love you.”

We sit in the dark for a moment. She smells so good, her skin’s so soft. I close my eyes and inhale her scent. I can almost hear her heartbeat in the quiet.

“I won’t run like that again. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I nod, growing stern. “You’re damn right you won’t. If you ever do, I’ll chase you down and blister your ass, then drag you home.”

“And beat your chest and call me woman?”

“Pretty much.”

“Such a caveman.”

“You like it.”

“I don’t like it. I love it. God, I missed this. I missed this so much.” There’s a pause as she tightens in my grasp for a moment. “You know, Daddy,” she says with a hint of playfulness in her tone. “I’ve been a really naughty girl.”

“Yes, you have, little one.”

“Soooo naughty, daddy.” Tracing her fingertip along my collarbone, she breathes, “In fact, I am almost positive I’ve earned a punishment.”

My cock lengthens and she wriggles, teasing me. “You’ve most definitely earned a punishment,” I tell her. My palm yearns to connect with her beautiful, full backside. To paint her ass red and hear her scream and moan. “I need to take you across my knee and spank your ass for running away.”

She nods sagely. “So much.”

Leaning down, I brush my mouth against her ear. “Is that what you need, little girl? A good hard spanking?”

The little moan she releases makes my cock painfully harder. “Yes,” she croaks out. “I’ve been a bad little girl who needs to be punished.”

I let her go and stand her up. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide and eager. Pointing to my knee, I raise a stern brow to her. “Over my knee, young lady.”

Eagerly, so eagerly it’s adorable, she plunks herself over my knee. The edge of the pink nightie rises, giving me a gorgeous view of the bottom curve of her ass. She’s wearing the tiniest little thong that will do nothing to protect her ass from a spanking, but I want her eager for that first bite of my palm.

“These panties need to go,” I tell her, yanking them down and off. I rest my hand on her bottom and give a little squeeze. She squeals.

“Daddy!”

“Jordy.” A light little slap makes her gasp before I rest my hand on her ass. “Such a naughty little girl, about to get a spanking.” Caressing her creamy, smooth skin, I build up her anticipation. “In such desperate need of a firm hand. Do you need a firm hand, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is breathy. “I do, sir. Your firm hand.”

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