Page 26 of Her Bossy Daddy

“Then either you help me get back into my little space or we take a break from that and do something else.” He was right. As usual. I was getting worked up for no reason. “What about the caffeine thing?”

“I’ve got things planned so you unwind. They aren’t meant to stress you out. Coffee isn’t the only thing that will keep away the caffeine monster. Trust me.”

“You’re right. I trust you.” We hadn’t spent a lot of time with me in a younger mindset virtually and had yet to do so in person. “I love you, Liam.”

“I love you more.” He nuzzled against my cheek. “Finish your coffee, and then get dressed.”

“Do I have time for a shower?”

“Yeah, but leave your hair down. I want to fix it.”

“You’re going to fix my hair?” I giggled. “It hits my hip. You can’t imagine the tangles and knots fighting for dominance.”

“I have four sisters who were all in competitive dance. My mother only had two hands, love. I’ve been doing hair since I was seven.”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh, yeah. By age nine my sister Raegan had hair that reached the top of her thighs. Knots are no joke.”

I tried to imagine a much younger Liam braiding and brushing, but failed. I raised an eyebrow, not quite believing him. “I’ll do my own hair.”

“You’re not listening, love.” He plucked the mug out of my hand, and then set it down on the table. Before I could protest, he flipped me over so my feet dangled off his lap and my hands touched the floor. He yanked my pajama pants to my knees—I hadn’t worn panties to bed—and he landed two sharp smacks on each of my bare cheeks. “Do I have your undivided attention now?”

“You can’t spank me before I’m coffee-nated!” A weird mixture of my adult and littler sides poked through. This wasn’t going to end well for me.

“Right. Well, I beg to disagree.” Dozens of smacks bounced off each of my cheeks in fast succession. They weren’t overly harsh, but my bottom stung from the intensity. “Do I have your undivided attention?”

“Liam, I’m getting a head rush.”

“Still not the answer I expected.”

Four blows slapped against my sit spots, followed by half a dozen hard taps to my upper thighs. “Ouch! Oh, those hurt.” I struggled to stay still as he brought his hand down again and again.

“How about now?”

“Liam!”

“I suppose not.” He blew out a breath. “I’d rather not spend all our time punishing your bottom, but I will if I have to.”

His finger traced the curve just under my butt where the thigh began, and I whimpered. Five awful slaps bit into my right thigh, and then five more stung my left. After three more rounds my knees sagged, and great sobs wailed out of my mouth. I knew better than to question Liam, especially when he had wonderful events set for a whole weekend.

“I’m so sorry,” I bawled.

“Shh, Lacey girl.” Liam tipped me upward and tugged my pants back into place. He brushed the pad of his thumbs under each of my eyes and wiped away the tears. “We’re going to have so much fun today. Don’t let your brain sabotage something that hasn’t begun yet.”

“I really want to go out on an adventure, but I’m worried about my adult mindset poking through.”

“I’ve got lots and lots of ways to help keep you balanced, love. You’ve told me that you trust me, so show me you believe it.”

“Okay, okay,” I hiccupped. “I really am sorry.”

“I forgive you, Lacey. Now go take a shower. No more wasting time.”

“Yes, Sir.” I shuffled off with a burning tail. When would my mouth stop writing checks my ass couldn’t cash? Liam would carry out any repercussions he saw fit. Things were way different when he lived across an ocean.

I got into the shower a few minutes later and marveled over how bad my bottom stung. The heat from the hot water did nothing to soothe the sting, but I dawdled in there longer than usual. The unexpected spanking shook me up, but it was more than that. Liam made surprise plans that involved me in my younger mindset. The possibilities were endless, based on all the wonderful ideas and fantasies I’d shared with him over the years, but were any of them practical? I twirled the hot water knob but it had gone cold. No more stalling.

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