Page 156 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Alden grabbed the top of my ear, dragging me to the ornate spanking bench cleverly crafted to appear harmless. More practical furniture and less brat-taming equipment.Shit. That meant he would leave me sore.

“Let go!”

He continued walking, ignoring my protests.

“Hush. I told you the plan. I know your safeword and you have your colors.”

Alden bent me over the spanking bench while I cursed and yelled. He was not gentle with his handling, unbuckling my belt and shucking my jeans and underwear to my knees. Spanking me was usually for fun. Nothing about his movements screamed fun.

“You’ve never done this bare,” I protested again.

“First time for everything.”

Alden ran his fingers through my hair, tugging and gently tugging on the strands. Something about his touch when I knew what was coming for me soothed me. As vulnerable and exposed as I was, even with my ass prominently on display for his correction, brought me peace.

“I won’t be able to hold back if you spank me,” I said, but there was no bravado left. He was serious about taking care of me.

“Good. That’s exactly what I want to happen, Wyatt.”

Leather whipped through the air before a nasty sting bit my upper thigh. Alden’s aim was extremely accurate when it came to rope and whips. The strap in his hand was no different. Several more landed, spread out from my upper thigh to the fuller part of my ass, then down again. I cursed and groaned.

“Quit cursing, rebel. You’re fighting it.”

Alden kneading his fingers into the curve of my right asscheek brought heat to my face. He’d never touched me in such an intimate way. Gritting my teeth, I buried my head under my arms. I wanted this over with so I could escape with my dignity intact.

“Are you going to keep fighting me, Firecracker? Or are you going to let me bring you where ya’ need to go?”

“Whether or not I do isn’t your problem, Alden.”

“If I’m spanking you, you can refer to me as ‘Sir’.”

“I will not.”

“So, you want to call me ‘Daddy’ then?”

That word from his lips had me whimpering. Arousal, need, and something else burned through my body lighting up places inside of me I couldn’t name. Instead I snapped at him. “You wish!”

Tugging the hair at the scruff of my neck arched it painfully.Damn it. He played me like a fiddle.

“Apologize for your tone. Then I’ll continue until you’re a sniffling mess of emotions and promising to be my good boy.”

“Or?”

“You brats and your ‘ors’,” he mused. “Or I’ll get you dressed.”

“I’m sorry for being difficult. Please continue, Daddy?” I hated the whiny tone falling out of my mouth, but it was true. I needed him to become my Daddy more than I needed anything else in my life.

“Finally some honesty,” he mumbled.

Alden pressed a kiss to my neck, then slowly released his hold. He rubbed my shoulders, along my spine and downward until his hands returned to my ass. Cracking the leather strap again, he snapped it against my upper thighs. It was not pleasant. Drumming my heels, it took me a minute to calm down. He gave me the time before landing several more on the lower half of my butt.

“Ouch.” I breathed in and out deeply. The pain lit my nerves and not in a good way.

“A few more. Keep breathing.”

Instead of blocking the sting, I pushed into it. I wasn’t into receiving pain for the most part, but I needed the burn. Alden had a way of placing each stroke in a spot he hadn’t already hit. Somehow the ebb and flow brought me where I needed to go. Soon I was a blubbering mess. Once I stopped fighting, theemotions I’d stuffed away came to the surface. Alden fixed my clothing, rubbing my back and speaking softly. Alden supported me against his side as we walked to the couch, my gait slower than my usual stride. Though I wasn’t usually quiet, I had nothing to say. Sitting down wasn’t pleasant but the way Alden gently rubbed my head and shoulders allowed me to compose myself.

“You’re right,” I said as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

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