Page 57 of Wilderness Daddy

“Make it twenty percent, Steed, I’ve heard I’m worth it.” I poke him in the chest and he shakes his head at me.

“Little girl, you are not allowed to poke Daddy. And it’s especially not smart when you’ve got a punishment coming.”

“Can Daddy poke me then?”

“Naughty girls don’t get poked, they get spanked, hard.” He takes my hand and holds it tightly in his. “No more fooling around, Akari. I want you safe back at camp. There are some hunters out here I don’t want us to run into.”

I nod solemnly and follow.

Camp is exactly how it looked in the Wilderness Man videos. I rush to the fire, which is little more than glowing but still gives off much needed warmth. Landon takes my pack, removes the sleeping bag, and strings the hiking pack up into a tree.

“You don’t have to put my bag up there. I won’t run or cheat and eat the protein bars and snacks.” I frown at Landon when he chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m not putting your pack up to keep it away from you. I’m putting it up so the bears don’t get tempted by it.” He gives me a pointed look. “And you will be eating those protein bars and snacks. I’m obligated to do the survival thing, you’re not.”

“I want to. I want us in this together.” I watch Landon as he adds wood to the fire pit. He pauses to arc a brow at me before positioning the wood and adding some smaller chunks of wood and bark.

“Kari, I’ve lost weight. I’m hungry all the time and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I came out here. I don’t want that for you. I love the challenge, quiet, and freedom of living off the land but I’ll be the last one to tell you it’s easy. This is my dream, not yours.”

“I thought we were a team?” The fire catches quickly and warmth blasts me. I rub my hands in front of it, absorbing the heat before the little wood and bark burn up and the large wood takes and it calms.

“Not when it comes to...”

“My safety,” I finish. “Roughing it with you is safe enough.” I cross my arms and shoot him an annoyed look. “Stop treating me like I’m not capable of handling myself as well as you.” I look away, chewing the inside of my cheek, annoyed. “That’s my father’s M.O.,” I add petulantly, spinning to get the heat on my back.

“Your health is your safety. And while I have no choice having you here right now, I don’t plan on letting you stay long. I’ll be taking you back as soon as I know you’re rested up enough to make the journey. And I am more capable out here than you, young lady. I have years of experience in the wilderness. How about you?”

Heat burns up my neck to my cheeks and I look away. “None,” I mumble.

He cups his ear. “What was that?”

“I have no damn experience out here.” My words come out snarky.

“That’s right, you don’t.” He points at me. “And little girl, your attitude is grinding my gears.”

“I don’t like yours much either,” I say and instantly regret it. It’s almost dark but with the fire reflecting his face I can see his expression change. He’s no longer just annoyed with me. I can’t step back as he comes for me with the fire behind me so I hold up my hands instead.

He reaches up to the camera on his jacket and I know exactly what’s coming. Daddy’s going to spank me.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.” I wave my hands in protest but he grabs both of my forearms and pulls me forward to a fallen log he’s using as seating by the fire. “No, no! I said I was sorry,” I blurt as he plants himself down.

“Hush up, little one. I’m done.”

“Wait!” I yell, holding out my hands. He pauses, his hand grasping the waist of my cargo pants, popping the button.

“What?” he growls.

“Do you believe me?”

“Kari.” He sighs. “Quit stalling.” He yanks me across his thighs and accentuates his words with two hard whacks over my pants. They don’t hurt, but they startle me into obedience and I move my hands forward to the dirt ground.

“Okay, okay.” I squeeze my eyes tight as he yanks my pants and panties down.

“Lift your hips.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Obeying, I feel the rush of arousal.

His spanks are crisp, no-nonsense, and fiery, landing in rapid succession. I squirm wondering how much more I can take when he stops, resting his palm against my roasted ass.

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