Page 71 of Wilderness Daddy

“Can’t we get these jerks arrested so I can stay?” she asks, burying her head in my chest. “Or go somewhere else?” She blows out a sigh. “Like the other side of the mountain.”

I lean into her neck and nibble. “I don’t want you to leave either, but you said there’s a girl up here.” I look at her with a serious expression. “I need to find her. But I’m not risking you to do it.”

“That Sasquatch has her. He’s taking care of her.”

I cock a brow at her wordlessly not wanting to go through this again.

“I can handle myself, Landon! I’m not a child!” Her words are sharp again and I’m not impressed.

“We’ve already discussed this. We agreed, Kari. Keep it up and you’re going to end up over my knee.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m useless. That’s how I’ve been treated my whole life. Not you too, Landon Steed! Your hero complex is getting in the way of your damn brain. It’ll be safer with the two of us, but I’d rather go back together and get the authorities.”

“Are you warm? Well rested?” I ask, a bite to my tone. I watch her hesitate, her throat working, her eyes flashing.

“Hot, actually.” Her words, equal parts challenge and stubbornness, push me.

“Good.” I unzip the sleeping bag and climb out, yanking her out with me. I pull her toward the log by the still warm fire, trying my damnedest to ignore the tightening of my cock as her breasts bounce.

“What are you doing?” she stammers, knowing full well what’s happening, as I sit and yank her across my lap.

“I’m warming your ass, and not with the fire either. I warned you. You ignored it so now I’m spanking the stubborn out of you.”

“Stop, Landon! You can’t solve our disagreements like this. I’m allowed an opinion.”

“And you stated it, I listened and we discussed it. Now, keep your squawking to a minimum, little one. Or you’ll draw attention to our camp.” I snort as she reaches behind to cover her ass. “Nice try, but you’re not doing yourself any favors.” Grabbing her wrist firmly but not tightly enough to hurt, I push her arm up and out of the way.

“You’re only doing this because I disagree with you!” she growls. “You said you’d never spank me for that! Jesus!”

I swat her ass several times, her pale cheeks flourishing pink instantly.

“Landon!” she gasps when my hand lands sharper on her bottom. She tries, but attempting to get up off my knees is futile. I only pin her down harder and spank faster.

I rest my hand on her warm ass and she stops fighting for a moment, catching her breath. “Are you going to agree to go back home? Get away from the danger?”

“No! Not unless you do!” she says obstinately. I shake my head, swatting again, but this time I don’t stop after one. I spank her naked ass without pause until my hand stings.

“Landon, please!” She gulps air. “I’m not leaving you out here. You have to understand,” she pleads.

“Yes. You. Are!” I accentuate each word with a punishingly hard smack and then once again carry on with the flurried stinging thwaps. “And I don’t have to understand. I told you, we’re a team as long as you’re not putting yourself in danger.”

She pounds my leg with a small fist. I don’t think it’s in anger or stubbornness, but out of frustration.

I stop long enough to grab the empty leather sheath for my knife. The leather is thick, stiff, and longer than my hand, and about two inches in width. It’ll sting like hell and as much as I don’t want to inflict more pain, I need to get through her pigheadedness.

“What are you doing?” she questions, her voice high and distressed. Now we’re getting somewhere, I think. She struggles frantically now, so I swing my leg over hers, limiting her movement, taking total control.

“I’m punishing you, little girl. Now put your hands on the ground and don’t move them. Reach back again and I’ll tie you and whip you twice as hard, got me?” My voice is stern, my words terse.

She looks back over her at me, her eyes narrowing, the set of her jaw tight.

I chuckle humorlessly, shaking my head.

The slap of leather against her bottom makes her lurch forward, her skin flourishes bright red and she howls angrily. Another three thwaps has her trailing a whine and her shoulders shaking.

“Hush now. You’ve earned this.” The leather lands again several times in succession and she starts to reach back. I pause to clear my throat.

“You sure you want to do that, little Kari? Do you want Daddy to spank you harder while your arms are tied? Maybe show you how the leather feels against those creamy thighs of yours?”

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