Page 73 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“I want to be your Daddy, babygirl. I know I don’t necessarily know what to do or how to show it. But I’ve been doing some more research today and I want to talk to you after this.”

“I mean . . . we could talk now. Skip the spanking.”

“Hmm. I read that if you promise a spanking or punishment that you should follow through.”

Blakely groaned. “That sounds like very dumb advice.”

Stafford grinned. “You would think that. Come here.” He kissed her lightly before arranging her over his lap. He rubbed her bottom. She was wearing purple cotton panties.

He needed to do some shopping for her. Maybe some sexy, silky lingerie as well as some things that his babygirl might want to wear.

Stafford slid her panties down her knees. “You have the most beautiful bottom, darlin’.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to spank it?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

“I’m afraid not. It looks just as beautiful when it’s pink.”

She groaned.

He smacked his hand down on her ass and she jumped like she’d been caught by surprise.

But he didn’t stop until after he’d turned her white cheeks pink and she was slumped over his lap.

He stopped spanking her to rub the tops of her thighs. “How are you doing, babygirl?”

“Badly, Daddy!” she wailed. “My butt-butt hurts and you keep smacking it for no reason.”

“I think I have every reason. Because I want my babygirl to remember how precious she is to me and that I want her to be safe.”

“I won’t forget it now. Can I have cuddles?”

“Oh, darlin’, we’re not finished yet. I was just pausing to check in with you and make sure you didn’t need to use your safeword.”

“Nooo,” she cried.

But ‘no’ wasn’t her safeword. So he kept spanking her until she was kicking her feet and sobbing. Until her bottom was a deep shade of red.

Then he stood and drew her up so she straddled his lap. She slumped against him, crying as he rubbed her back.

“You did such a good job, babygirl. You’re so clever. So gorgeous. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. But you spank way too hard.”

“Poor darlin’.”

She leaned back to give him a suspicious look. “Aren’t you gonna tell me that next time you won’t spank as hard?”

“Nope. I’m not.”

“Well, that’s rude.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me that there won’t be a next time?” he asked.

“Hmm. I try not to make promises I know I can’t keep.”

He had to grin as he wiped her cheeks with his thumbs. Then he moved them around the bed so he could grab the tissues to help clean her up.

“Right, let’s have a chat.”

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