Page 9 of His To Protect

At first she’d hated Jack’s blustery dominance, but then it started making her feel safe and throbby. He wouldn’t be giving her shit every five minutes if he didn’t care, and now that her grandparents were gone, there weren’t many people who cared anymore. Maybe it was his looks, maybe the dominance, or his intelligence, but she’d been hot for him since they’d left the restaurant that first day.

“You behave like a little girl, so to me, you are one. One in need of a lesson.”

He flipped up her skirt and yanked her panties down roughly, making her shiver—mostly from the air conditioner but a lot from his no-nonsense mannerism, too.

Her hand flew back to cover her bare ass. “Are you some kind of dom?”

“Alexis. Move. Your. Hand. Now.”

She swallowed hard at his tone and slowly moved her hand.

“Keep your pretty little hands out of the way or I’ll use the wooden spoon instead of my palm.” As soon as her bottom was free and clear, he started spanking her in firm swats. She squealed and lurched forward, kicking her legs.

“Ow! I was just asking,” she said in a puff of breath, twisting her hips to avoid his palm landing in the same spot again for the fifth time.

“You can’t even lose the sass when you’re getting your ass blistered, can you?” His hand landed again a little sharper this time. She yipped. “You know what, Alexis? I am a dom, a daddy-dom, and I’ve never met a woman more in need of my expertise.”

“Do I call you Daddy?” she asked, humour still lacing her words. When he stilled, her gut dropped and she looked over her shoulder, swallowing. His mouth was firm and his stare hard. He shook his head in what looked like exasperation.

“Yeah, you’ll call me Daddy, Alexis. And every time you say it, you’ll remember the thrashing I’m giving you right now.” When his hand landed again, all the thoughts in her head disappeared. He spanked her fast and hard. The burn on her backside intensified, and unlike before, another spank landed before the sting from the last had eased.

God, it hurt!

She yelped as he continued. She wanted him to stop. This wasn’t funny anymore. And the reality of both the spanking and the danger they were in was finally sinking in.

“Stop!” She reached back to cover her delicate rear and he growled, but at least for the moment he’d stopped. She let out a whine.

“Please. I’m sorry.” Her voice sounded wet and pathetic even to her own ears.

“You earned this, young lady. By lying, by putting us both in danger, and by being completely thoughtless and flippant in everything you’ve done since we’ve been here. And Daddy plans on teaching you a good long lesson.”

His emphasis on the word daddy wasn’t funny like she thought it would be. Instead it heated her to her core—even more than his gruff bossiness and that made her cheeks flush with heat too.

“Please! I’m really sorry! You’re right! This whole thing is stupid and dangerous. I want to go home.”

“Alexis?”

“Yes, uh, Daddy?” She felt instantly more slick when the word left her mouth.

“Where’s your hand?”

“Um.” She snatched her hand back and tucked it under her chest. “Nowhere.”

“What did I say I’d do if you didn’t keep your pretty hands out of the way?”

Alexis gulped audibly and her voice cracked when she spoke. “You’d use the wooden s…spoon.”

His hand landed in a smacky sounding tap on her tender rear. “Up you get. Fetch the spoon, little girl.”

“Oh! Oh no!” She bit her lip, not moving. “Please, no!” But he was already helping her up. Her skirt fell down her backside as she dragged her feet toward the counter where he’d set the spoon.

When she brought it back to him, he didn’t put her over his knee again. Instead, he bent her over the armrest of the couch. And this time, she was in tears within seconds. He smacked that spoon off her bottom so hard and fast she couldn’t catch her breath, and her feet danced as if she was a marionette doing a Latin salsa, but thankfully, it was over quickly.

He chucked the spoon onto the couch cushion in front of her and grabbed her up, turning and tucking her against his torso. She cried hot angry sobs into his muscled chest and pounded her fist against him. That was not what she thought a spanking would be like. And how dare he beat her with a spoon. How dare he treat her like this when she was paying him!

“Quit hitting me, Alexis, or I’ll put you back over my knee.” She stopped then, her fisted hand relaxing, but only because she feared he’d spank her further, but she growled in frustration. He clasped her upper arms with his strong hands and pulled her back. “You need a nap and when you wake up, you’re going to tell me everything.”

He spun her and gave her a small shove in the direction of the bedroom. When she resisted, he swatted her ass, hard, and said, “Get!”

---