Page 52 of Chasing Amber

“Daddy!”

“What did I say about shouting?” I tease.

“And what are you going to do when I break these rules?”

“Most days, I’m going to spank you like I did the first time.” I tap her nose and lean closer. “Spank you just enough to makeyour pussy clench with need. And then I’ll let you suffer without giving you relief.”

“That’s mean.”

“Then maybe don’t break the rules.” I stand and hold out a hand. “Up, baby.”

She winces as she eases off the edge of the bed. “I need clothes.”

“Nope. You need food. This shirt is fine for now. You’re the one who chose it.”

“I was trying to antagonize you,” she says in a sulky voice.

“Backfired.” I grab her hand and haul her into the kitchen. When we reach the table, I release her to pull out a chair. “Lift your shirt and sit on your bare bottom. The cool chair will feel better than sitting on your shirt.”

“I’m not going to sit on my bare ass at the table,” she retorts with her hands on her hips.

I cup the back of her neck and look her in the eyes. “You will get no more warnings. The next cuss word will land you in the corner. I know you’re testing me, but you need me to enforce boundaries. Trust me, you will fall into a new routine that’s much more suitable for you as soon as you realize Daddy is not playing around. Are you going to sit on your naked bottom for me like a good girl now?”

She glances at the corner. “I got scared when I was in the corner last time.”

“I will stay with you the next time and make sure you don’t panic. If you do, we can try a different kind of discipline.”

“Like what?”

“You can sit at the table and write sentences. I bet you’ll think twice about your behavior after you writeI will not sass my Daddyone hundred times.”

She swallows.

I can see her mind trying to come up with more arguments. I decide to go ahead and throw out more options. “I’ve got a nice ginger root in the refrigerator. Do you know what Daddies do with ginger roots to discipline naughty girls?”

She gasps and shuffles her weight back and forth. “You can’t putthatin my bottom.”

“Can’t I?” I lift a brow. I knew she would challenge me. She may push back for a few days, but eventually, she will trust me to always be the Daddy she needs.

I nod toward one of the kitchen chairs. They’re wooden with spokes. “I bet you won’t like having a bullet pushed up into your bottom and turned on so that it vibrates inside you while you sit on a naughty-girl chair for a good long while.”

Her eyes go wide.

“How would you like it if I made you sit naked on that chair with your legs spread open and your ankles wrapped around the legs?”

She shakes her head, her cheeks turning pink.

“Perhaps I could restrain your wrists to the back of the chair and sit in front of you, occasionally teasing your nipples and your clit until the chair is soaked with your juices and you’re so sexually frustrated that you want to cry.”

She shakes her head again.

“Are you going to cuss again?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you going to sit like a good girl on your bare bottom and eat your lunch now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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