Page 110 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Chapter Nine

Sam was floored. Literally beyond stunned with the gift she’d given him. Of all the wild things he’d imagined her getting up to, finding the truck of his dreams, and hiding it in the old garage, hadn’t even been on his radar.

It was incredible. The red paint was pristine. The seat leather was in perfect condition. And it even had the original floormats—or at least, a damn good set of replicas. It was more than he could have expected to find, especially considering less than ten thousand had ever been made.

The fact that Charlie had paid attention to this little pet dream of his, and had gone to all the trouble of finding one, wildly trumped any anger he might have felt about her lying. And as soon as she’d revealed the surprise, a few things clicked into place.

Like the things she’d cut out of his car paper. It hadn’t been for a school project; it had been to keep him from seeing a local ‘Red’ for sale. So there had been a number of little fibs, but he understood.

It was a big surprise, and he got why she’d want to keep it all wrapped up and secret. The presentation had been part of it.That didn’t change the fact that he was going to spank her ass for the fibbing.

If he didn’t, some part of her would be disappointed. No matter how much she pretended like she wanted a pardon, Charlie was predictable when it came to punishment. She needed this spanking, but it was one of the rare times when he was actually going to feel guilty giving it to her.

It seemed wrong to punish her over a present. Especially, well, this was an epic gift. He still couldn’t believe she’d shelled out so much money for Valentine’s Day. And there was some guilt over that too. His stubborn pride said he should tell her to sell it and get her money back.

The rest of him said, ‘Hell no!’ so his pride was just going to have to suck it. Damn… a real Li’l Red Engine of his own. Never in a million years had he expected to ever own one. They were ridiculously impractical.

But maybe that was why he’d always wanted one. Every other expense had been justified and weighed, since he’d been a kid. Those habits were engrained in him. She was right… he never would have bought the truck for himself. And he might feel guilty about keeping it, but he was going to do it anyway. Just this once.

Charlie was going to get her expected spanking, right in the cargo bed of her gift. It would be their way of christening the new addition to the family.

He made himself comfortable. “Drop those jeans, darlin’. You won’t be needing them.”

“But, Daddy, what if someone hears?”

Sam let one eyebrow slowly rise. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Charlie had the grace to look a little sheepish. She knew as well as he did, that no one ever went near the old garage. It was on the far side of the house, away from the ranch. The onlyone who’d ever used it with any regularity was Jimmy—although Sam certainly wasn’t going to leave his beautiful classic truck out in the weather. The garage would be a great place to store it.

“I had to try,” she mumbled as she took her time unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them down over her hips.

He laughed. “You should have gone with it being too cold. More plausible.”

She looked up, tilting her head as her jeans hit her knees. “Would it have worked?”

“Not with that heater blasting.” It was a powerful little thing. Jimmy, sometimes with Sam, had spent a lot of time tinkering in the old garage, and it was hard to hold tools when your hands were frozen. It was an industrial heater, and given enough time, it could make the whole building toasty.

Charlie sighed and mumbled a few things under her breath, but she knew the routine. With her jeans around her knees, she shuffled the few steps to his side and flopped over his lap. The tailgate was just the right height for spanking, and he took note of that for future reference.

The color was appropriate too. The truck wasn’t the only thing about to be a nice cherry-red color.

“I love the present, Charlie. I appreciate the thought you put into it. Actually, I don’t think I can put how I feel into words right now, but let’s just go with overwhelmed. Best gift I’ve ever gotten in my life—aside from you, of course.”

She twisted to look over her shoulder. “Really?” A small smile curved her mouth. “I’m your best gift?”

“Yep. My best everything, Charlie girl.”

She wiggled a little; a pleased expression washed over her face. “Thank you, Daddy.” After a second, she added, “But you’re still going to spank me?”

“Absolutely.”

He didn’t make her wait for it, and he wasn’t going to be terribly harsh about the punishment either. He needed to make a point, but he doubted she was going to feel much guilt about fibbing when it was clear he was thrilled. To someone outside their dynamic, maybe the spanking would have seemed unfair or unnecessary, but for them… it was just the way things were.

He didn’t start the spanking over her underwear. Instead he gave a quick yank and pulled them right up into the crack of her ass, ignoring her ‘Hey!’ as he bared her cheeks in her least favorite way. “You know the rules, Charlie girl.”

The winter chill had left her skin cold, even where it had been covered by clothes. The first few swats probably stung a lot more because of it, but his palm and her backside both warmed quickly with a brisk series of spanks that peppered both cheeks and her upper thighs.

Short and sweet was the goal of the spanking. There was no system to the smacks, no rhythm. His palm delivered nice red blotches randomly, so she never knew where he was going to strike next. It wasn’t long before she began to squirm and occasionally kick up a leg.

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