Page 3 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Lainey

Lainey stared at the hooded man who had saved her and then kidnapped her. “I’m what? No, I’m not. I’m human.” Why on Earth did this man think she had some kind of supernatural powers?

The infuriating man snorted. “Me, too. But not everyone sees it that way.”

Temper began to work its way through the shock. “That’s not what I mean! I’m not a freak. I’m just a librarian, for God’s sake.”

“I don’t think God has much to do with it, sunshine.”

“Stop calling me that. My name is Lainey. Well, it’s actually Elaine, but everyone calls me Lainey.”

The elevator dinged, and the hooded stranger dragged her off as soon as the doors opened. She followed him down a cramped, dingy hall where he stopped and unlocked an equally dingy door. Hooded Man glanced around before shoving her through the open door into the most depressing apartment she’d ever seen. The furniture was in decent shape and it was clean, but there wasn’t a single sign that anyone lived there. No dishes on the counter, or magazines spread across the coffee table.

Who was this guy?

Lainey jerked her hand out of his grip, relieved when he released her without a fight. She crossed her arms over her chest and did her best to look intimidating. “What’s going on? Why do you think I’m a Variant?”

Hooded Man locked the apartment door. “You want a beer or something? I don’t have much, but I do have beer.”

“Shocking,” she said with a deliberate sneer. “No, I don’t want a beer. And you know what? I don’t even want to know why you have this ridiculous idea that I'm some kind of freak. I just want to go to work and forget this morning ever happened.”

She started to brush by him, fully intending to open the door and walk out and never see him again. But he grabbed her arm, stopping her. A chill raced down her spine at the firm grip.

“Not happening, sunshine.” Scowling, he pulled her towards the couch. “Sit down.”

She had already taken two steps with him before she realized it. Her cheeks burned with the knowledge that she’d been so ready to obey. “No.” Stopping in her tracks, she tried to pull her arm from his grasp again, but this time his grip on her barely budged.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

Before she had a chance to ask what the hard way entailed, her hooded kidnapper dragged her to the couch and sat down. He yanked on her arm, making her lose her balance. She fell forward, sprawled across his lap in an undignified heap. A second later, his hand connected with her ass and pain exploded across the assaulted spot. This wasn’t like the two quick swats he’d given her in the street. Those had shocked her into compliance, but more from the act itself than any actual discomfort. This went far beyond discomfort and well into actual pain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice was high and shrill, just adding to the embarrassment of being facedown over a stranger’s lap, getting her ass smacked.

“You really think this is a good time to be swearing at me, little girl?”

Oh no. Her insides did not just turn to a pile of goo because some Neanderthal called her little girl. “Let me go!”

He did not let her go. Instead, his hand connected with her ass again, and Lainey squealed at the burst of pain. “Stop this right now!” She struggled against his hold, but her hooded captor easily held her in place. He spanked hard and fast, each swat connecting with a different part of her backside until the entire surface burned and throbbed. “Why are you doing this?” she screamed, kicking her legs up in a vain effort to block the blows.

“To teach you to listen.” He paused long enough to shift her forward before he renewed his assault, this time on the lowest curve of her bottom.

“It hurts!”

“It’s meant to hurt, little girl. Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Fuck you!”

The asshole had the audacity to laugh at her. “Guess not.”

She felt a tug on her skirt and panic tightened like a vise around her chest. “No!” She began to fight with every bit of energy she had left in her. “Don’t touch me!”

“Relax, sunshine. Naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms if they can’t learn their lesson.”

The relief at knowing he wasn’t going to violate her momentarily overshadowed his words. Until his hand connected with her bare skin, igniting a fire unlike anything she’d felt so far. For the first few swats, she was stunned into silence. Whenthe shock wore off, she bucked over his lap, screaming and swearing and calling him every name she could think of.

But her captor never missed a beat, his hand falling and connecting with her bottom over and over in a steady tattoo until she finally collapsed over his knee, panting. He delivered a few more solid swats to the underside of her bottom, but she didn’t have the energy to do more than whimper in response.

“You ready to listen now, little girl?”

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