Page 214 of Daddy, Sir

She knew Greyson would never hurt her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. She hadearnedthis spanking, and she knew it.

After she finished, she washed her hands and slowly made her way back to the living room, where Greyson was already sitting on the couch, his large frame taking up most of the space. He looked socalm, his arms resting against the cushions, hislegs spread slightly, his expression relaxed, but the authority was radiating off him.

He patted his thigh, motioning for her to come closer.

Lily swallowed and stepped forward until she was standing directly in front of him, her tummy doing somersaults.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked, his voice steady but firm.

She nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. It’s red.”

He gave her a slow nod of approval. “Good girl.Now,why you’re getting this spanking?”

Lily’s lower lip trembled. “Because I wandered away from you in the store.”

“That’s right. And why was that wrong?”

She swallowed hard, already feeling terrible for being so naughty. “Because I could’ve gotten lost.”

“Exactly,” he murmured. “I need you tolistento me when I tell you something, babygirl. My job is to keep you safe. And when you don’t stay by my side, Ican’tdo that. Understand?”

Lily nodded quickly, her hands clenched at her sides. “I—I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I know you are, sweetheart.”

And then, before she could react, Greyson reached for her wrists and gently guided her over his lap.

Her breath hitched as she settled against his thighs, her upper body resting against the couch while her legs dangled off the other side. He placed one firm hand on the small of her back, tracing slow circles to ground her before his other hand lifted.

Smack!

Lily gasped, her fingers clutching at the couch cushion as the first swat landed.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of each sharp swat echoed through the room, sending heat blossoming across her bottom, even through thefabric of her panties. It wasn’t unbearable, but itstung—and the sting only increased with every firm smack of his palm.

“I expect you to listen to me, little one,” Greyson lectured between swats, making her feel even worse for wandering off. “You aremy responsibility, and I don’t take that lightly.”

Lily whimpered, her legs shifting slightly as she fought the urge to squirm. “I-I know, Daddy… I’m s-sorry…”

“Not as sorry as you’re about to be, babygirl.”

And then she felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down, exposing her already warm, pinkened skin.

Her entire body went rigid.

“Nooo,”she whined, hiding her face in the couch cushions.

Greyson let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing her lower back in reassurance before he started again.

The first swat to her bare skin made herjump.

Smack!

It was sharper, more intimate, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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