Page 70 of Bet On Me, Daddy

Unable to help herself, she threw a hand back, desperate to block the blows raining down on her ass. Without missing a beat, Beckett threaded his fingers with hers, pinning her hand at the small of her back.

“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy, please! Please, I’msorry!”

To her dismay, tears filled her eyes as he shifted his focus to her sit-spots, the fresh agony threatening to overwhelm her. “I’m sure you are sorry, little girl. But Daddy promised you a punishment, and that’s exactly what you’re getting.”

“It hurts too much, Daddy, please!”

“It’s not too much. Because you’re Daddy’s good girl and you can take it. Can’t you, baby?”

She wasn’t his good girl. If she was, she wouldn’t be over his knee with her bottom stuffed full of ginger while he spanked her raw.

But, god, she wanted to be. So she squeezed her eyes shut and focused on enduring her punishment.

Until, at long last, it was over and she collapsed over his knee, panting and whimpering as her bottom throbbed in pain.

Letting his hand come to rest on her seared flesh, Beckett spoke in a low, quiet voice. “Have you learned your lesson, Ruby Red?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“No more nicknames?”

“No, Daddy!”

“Hmm.” He gave her bottom a hard squeeze, and she yelped at the flash of pain. “And the next time Daddy says you’ve earned a spanking, are you going to talk back or accept your punishment like a good girl?”

Sniffling back the tears filling her eyes, she considered her response. Too long, apparently, for his liking because he gave her bottom another hard squeeze. “I’m waiting for an answer, little girl.”

“I’ll try to be good, Daddy.” There. That was about as honest as she could get.

Thankfully, Beckett simply laughed at her response. “That’ll do for now. Come here, baby. Let Daddy hold you.”

Pushing herself up from his knee, she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. “I really am sorry I was so bad.”

“You weren’t bad, baby. Just a little naughty. And it’s all over now. Clean slate, remember?”

Right. Just like when he’d punished her at the club. She’d been punished and now her slate was clean. She was forgiven.

She was his good girl again.

God, she’d needed this.

And as she snuggled against him, with his hands cupping her poor, abused bottom, another feeling was making itself known. The need that had taken a backseat during her punishment was slowly being reawakened by his hands stroking her heated flesh.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Suddenly feeling too shy to actually ask for what she wanted, she sat up straighter, reaching between them to fumble with the closure of his dress pants.

Beckett raised one dark eyebrow, amusement lighting the dark brown of his eyes. “Something I can help you with, Ruby Red?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you want. Just like before.”

Embarrassment heated her cheeks as she fought to get his zipper down. “You. Inside me. Please.”

“Ask me nicely if you can ride my cock.”

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