Page 18 of Daddy's Justice

It didn’t. It didn’t make a lick of sense.

“It will all make sense someday,” Edda said, reading my mind again. “Once you are safe, we will take a trip to Asgard and you will be educated on everything.” She turned to Forseti. “Odin has approved.”

“That is fantastic news. What changed his mind?” Forseti asked.

“You.” It was one word, but it held a lot of weight.

“I see,” Forseti said, a hint of concern in his voice.

“What am I missing here?”

“Odin had forbidden us from bringing the valkyries back to Asgard. Your job was to protect the Earth. Forseti had wanted to bring all of you back for protection and training, but was shot down. Now that you are the only one left, and with your connection to Forseti, Odin has changed his mind.”

“Connection?” I saw the exchanged look between Forseti and Edda.

“Yes, Odin sees all,” Edda said with a shrug.

“Well, that is creepy as fuck,” I muttered before realizing what I had said. I heard Forseti’s growled response a second before I found myself staring at the floor. His large hand came down on my already punished behind, rewarming it.

Kicking and squirming, I was quick to apologize.

“Your lesson didn’t last very long, did it?”

“I’m sorry!” I yelped. “It is a habit, Daddy. I can’t just stop automatically. It takes a while to break a habit!” I was acutely aware of the other set of feet on the ground near me. I was mortified by the fact that I was being spanked in front of Edda.

“It isn’t the first time someone has been spanked in front of me,” Edda answered my thoughts. “I’ve also been over his knee in front of Kara.”

“Edda!” Forseti scolded.

“She’s embarrassed,” I heard her respond. “Just trying to help.”

“She wouldn’t be embarrassed if she hadn’t just dropped the f-word.” He smacked my thighs a couple times and, although I was grateful he hadn’t lifted my dress, I realized again just how little protection it offered. I would need to throw out all of my skirts and dresses if I was to be with a spanking man. I was sure pants would offer much better protection.

He sat me back up then. It wasn’t a long spanking. It didn’t hurt too much, but it stung my pride, and it taught me a lesson. He would correct me, no matter where we were or who we were in front of.

“That is because he is the God of Justice,” Edda said. I groaned. “Even if you do call him Daddy!” She howled with laughter.

“Edda!”

“You have got to teach me how to block my thoughts from her.”

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