Page 162 of Tempted By her Daddies

“No such thing as perfect, unless I’m looking at you.”

Tamsyn shook her head. That wasn’t true. In fact, it was so far from the truth that it was laughable. “Not me.”

“Hmm, well, maybe I should say that you’re perfect for me. And being perfect for me doesn’t mean that you always have to do everything right, that you always have to follow the rules. Do you want to know a secret?”

Uh.

She guessed, even though it seemed a strange thing to ask in the middle of a conversation.

“The truth is . . . if you were truly perfect, if you never did anything naughty, if you followed all the rules and never put a foot wrong . . . well, you wouldn’t be perfect for me because I rather like that I get to spank you.”

She gasped, making it very long and dramatic.

Because a secret like that needed some drama.

“You like to spank me?” she cried, outwardly outraged.

And secretly, relieved.

Salem’s eyes danced with amusement. “I know it’s shocking, but yeah, I do.”

“That’s just mean, Daddy. You shouldn’t like spanking me. You should like spoiling me.”

“Well, luckily, I like that too.”

“You do?” she asked breathlessly. She’d just been joking. She didn’t really expect him to spoil her.

“Oh, yeah. And I’ll be spoiling you . . . right after I spank you.”

Again, her lower lip dropped out. “I still don’t want the spanking.”

“Then you shouldn’t have broken the rules. If I don’t punish you, then what’s to stop you breaking them again? And next time you might get hurt. I can’t allow that.”

“That seems like some Daddy logic right there,” she said.

“Poor baby, you’re regretting your choices right now, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s normal. As long as you’re not regretting choosing me.”

Was that a hint of vulnerability in his voice? She’d never heard that from Salem before. She hadn’t thought that he’d ever doubt himself.

And why would he? He was Salem.

What could possibly be improved on?

“Never,” she whispered. “It would be impossible to regret choosing you.”

Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Good. I want you to remember that in a few minutes.”

She gulped.

Then he lifted her, standing her on her feet. “Now, do you know why you’re being punished, Little one?”

“I’m going to assume that ‘because Daddy is a meanie’ is not an acceptable answer.”

“You’re right,” he replied. “Because all that answer will get you is some time in the corner.” He gestured toward the chair facing the corner.

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