Page 54 of Big Daddy Mountain Man

Suddenly, the massage wasn’t so soothing.

“Little girl,” he said, pulling her from her contemplation. “I asked you a question.”

She gulped. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She considered her words for a moment before answering, “I’m getting a spanking because I drove the truck, Sir.”

“That’s right. And what happened the last time you tried that?” he probed.

“That doesn’t count! The truck went crazy!”

“Do you really believe arguing with me is the best course of action right now?”

Oh crap! Don’t push it, Amber! You’re in enough trouble as it is.

“Sorry, Sir.” She sighed. “I knew I wasn’t supposed to drive the truck, Sir. But I did it anyway because I thought you wouldn’t know.”

“I appreciate your honesty.” The massage continued as she spoke. “Do you understand why I didn’t want you driving yet?”

“Yes, Sir. Because I might get hurt.”

“That’s right. It’s incredibly dangerous. In fact, I hate to even give voice to it, but you need to understand how dangerous. Honey, you could have been killed. This is very serious.”

It amazed Amber how even-toned he was. There was no yelling or rage. He didn’t even seem angry.

Quite the opposite.

The whole thing was calm and caring.

It was as if she could feel the love he had for her.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she told him with a sniffle.

“I know, honey. Now hold still and take what’s coming to you. Daddy doesn’t enjoy doing this, but you need to learn. This is to keep you safe.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said between sniffles.

The discipline began with Sawyer going slow and steady. She was thankful for the warmup but knew the worst was yet to come.

She was correct.

About a minute into it, the real spanking began.

It felt as if her bottom had been set ablaze! She tried to writhe and wiggle, but Sawyer’s strong arm kept her firmly in place. Swat after agonizing swat slapped across her bare cheeks, sending fiery shockwaves from her bottom all the way through her body, it seemed.

She had the fleeting notion that she was on the front porch for all the world to see, but then realized there wasn’t anyone out there on the remote piece of property. That was some small comfort, at least.

Honey and Jazzie were witnessing it, though. It was fitting. Honey had been with her through the good times and bad. Now, Jazzie would be, too.

The spanking finally subsided, and a moment later, she was nestled in Daddy’s arms while he gently rocked her on the swing.

She cried for a moment, staining his black t-shirt with her tears. It felt nice when he kissed the top of her head, causing her to coo softly.

“I love you, babygirl,” he said.

“I love you, too, Daddy.” She let a moment of silence tick by before asking, “Do you think people will think it’s weird that we love each other when we just met?”

“I don’t care, to be honest. But no. And if they do, that’s their problem,” he answered.

Amber giggled. “That’s the way I feel, too.”

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