Page 20 of Taming His Brat

She kept promising to be home early and she always ended up breaking those promises. So far, he’d been pretty understanding about the situation, but she had a feeling that they were coming to an end on that. She wasn’t sure what to do because it felt like she was going to be stuck between the man she loved and the mom she’d been waiting for all her life.

None of this was anything she wanted to confess to Sam who would take it all as evidence that there was a problem with Vicky being there. And that wasn’t the worst she had to confess either. She’d lied to him. Well, more evaded, but he’d consider it a lie.

The date construction was supposed to start had passed a couple of days before and she’d let him think the delay was on their part—another project running over deadline that had to be finished first. The truth was alittledifferent. She’d explained that they had a houseguest and that, of course, they weren’t canceling the work, but she wouldn’t mind if they finished up other things first.

She hadn’t technically rescheduled. She’d just told them that she was flexible and that she wouldn’t mind if they didn’t rush over. The company had been happy to bump her back on the list. She was hoping that everything would come together, and she’d never have to admit that to Sam.

She stopped at the threshold of the office, unwilling to face the music, but Sam planted a hand on her back and gave her a gentle push inside the room.

He didn’t wait for her to come up with excuses but got right down to business. “You know what to do.” He jerked his chin towards the beat-up old desk.

Charlie sighed and bit down on her bottom lip as she crossed the office to stand in front of it. She slowly leaned over and planted her hands flat on the top, which wasn’t what he wanted, and she knew it. But she kind of loved it when he got impatient and positioned her the way he wanted her—even though she knew it would probably add to the punishment in one way or another.

He came up behind her and pressed until she was flat on the desk with her cheek against the wooden surface. His body molded to hers as he bent to whisper in her ear. “You’re not doing yourself any favors, girl. I’ve been itching to wear out your ass for a few days now. You really want to push on this?”

“No…” Maybe she did though because she wiggled her ass, grinding back against him playfully. She really had missed him, missed their nightly playtime. It wasn’t punishment she was wanting right now.

Unfortunately, punishment was what she’d earned, and Sam wasn’t going to let her change course this time. “No, Charlie. Nice try, but no. This little discussion is long overdue. You’re not turning this into sex.” His whisper had grown harsher by the end.

He straightened and yanked her skirt up onto her back roughly. “If you’re going to keep behaving like this, I might just keep you in skirts. Sure makes this easier,” he commented. He dropped her underwear so fast they landed on the floor before she even realized what was happening.

She heard the icy chill of anger in his voice and suddenly she wondered if this was really just because of a missed shift. It seemed like there was something bigger going on. She shifted a little, craning her head to look back over her shoulder so she could try to gauge his level of annoyance.

“Eyes front, Charlotte. If I see your face again, I’m going to start adding to the punishment.”

Charlotte? He almost never used her full name. That wasn’t good at all.

Her head snapped back around without needing any further inducement. “Sam, I’m really sorry I missed work. I promise it won’t happen again,” she assured him with all the sincerity she could muster. It had been a while since she’d been in really deep trouble.

Since things had started running smoothly there had been discipline for small things, and the playful kind of punishment that they both could enjoy, nothing major. But she was starting to think she’d drastically underestimated how much trouble she was in.

“What did you call me? Am I Sam when you’re being punished?”

She really was making everything worse. “Sorry, Daddy. I meant Daddy.” He hadn’t had to remind her of that in ages because she’s started doing it as a matter of habit, but she was so anxious her mind wasn’t really engaged.

“I forgive you, Charlie. I’m adding another five with the belt though, because you obviously need it.” His large, calloused hand settled on her bare ass cheek and squeezed hard. “Grab the desk, girl. I’m done giving reminders today so any mistakes will have instant penalties,” he warned her.

She expected him to start with his hand. Even when he was punishing her, he almost always did. It was a warmup, but only in the way that sitting on a hotplate was a warmup for dunking your butt in lava—Sam had a hard and heavy hand. But they both liked the more personal touch of skin-to-skin to start with. It eased them into the scene.

So, when she heard the belt whistling through the loops she shivered, but she wasn’t actually expecting to feel the evil sting right then. She thought maybe he was going to put it in front of her so she could be reminded of what was coming. Or possibly he just wanted to have it ready and waiting.

She was taken completely by surprise a second later when a searing line of fire slashed across her ass and sent her up on her toes with a startled yelp of pain. She was half-way to rising from the desk before she remembered his warning and threw herself flat again.

“Daddy! That hurt!” she blurted. It was embarrassing and clichéd to say it and she regretted the lapse before the last syllable left her lips, but the surprise had been completely unpleasant.

“Pretty sure it’s meant to, kid, unless the point of punishment has changed recently. Since you’re feeling talkative though, you might as well count them out as we do this. I know how much you love that.” He snickered a little because she hated having to keep track of the numbers and he knew it.

She felt like stomping her feet and banging her fists against the desk, but she reined herself in and had to be satisfied with letting her forehead thump solidly against the desktop. “One,” she mumbled.

“Good girl. I’m not feeling like stopping after every stroke to wait around for you to remember to count so we’re going to blaze through this quickly. Make sure you keep up.”

A shudder went down her back and a slight moan of dismay slipped out too softly for him to hear. The belt brought a fierce sting with it but there was something almost sensual about the burning caress of leather across her skin. Even during punishment her body often reacted with arousal when he used leather – at least for a while.

That wasn’t the case when the belt strokes came fast, and it sounded like that was his plan. This wasn’t going to be any fun at all.

He began to swing the leather, snapping it across her ass with broad strokes. There was barely a second between them as he layered lines of fire on top of each other before slowly shifting his aim to untouched areas.

The only way she could keep up with the counting was to say them out the second the belt crashed down, almost like she was using the momentum of the swing to push the numbers out. It worked for a while but by the time she got to twenty she was struggling to keep up.

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