Page 29 of Her Stepbrother Master
“What about…”
This was the one question he’d been turning over and over in his mind. “What about us?” he helped her finish.
They’d cause a scandal, even if he married her and made her his little wife, the way he’d been imagining. Their parents would be mortified, and LuAnn’s father had the heart condition. Bottom line—their parents would never approve, which meant if he wanted to keep LuAnn as his own, he’d be cutting ties to her closest family—and his.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Her look shone with utter vulnerability—one part pleading, one part mortification. She dropped her eyes.
“Mouse, I want to keep you as my own. I want you to be my baby girl and my wife, but I’m having a hard time reconciling what that would do to your reputation and your relationship with your father.”
Her lips parted and he watched understanding dawn.
To his shock, she pushed herself from the countertop into his arms, straddling his waist and clinging to his neck, like a child.
He laughed. “What does this mean, little mouse? You’ll have me?”
“I’ve always been yours.”
“It’s settled then,” he said against her soft hair. “But we still have this little matter of the burned dinner to discuss.” He carried her to the Davenport where he sat her down and rotated her legs so they dangled over the arm of the sofa. Lifting her ankles into the air, he pulled her bottom up to rest on the arm of the sofa, raised for him.
Her skirts fell away, revealing a pair of silk stockings attached to garters.
He ran his hands along her thighs. “My, you do look all grown up tonight, don’t you?”
She giggled.
“From now on, no more bobby socks and saddle shoes. I want you in heels and stockings at all times.” He slid her panties off. “But the panties are optional.”
“Dad-dee,” she said, reaching up to cover her bared bottom.
He reveled in the fact that she’d called him that without prompting, accepting her role as his baby girl. “Now, you must clasp your hands behind your knees to hold your legs back. If you move them or drop your legs, I will give you a second spanking when this one is over for disobedience. Understand?”
She looked petrified, which shouldn’t turn him on so much. But she must have trusted him, because she obeyed. “Yes, Daddy.”
He walked to the kitchen and picked out a wooden spoon from the drawer. By the time he returned, her sex, protruding and on display between her legs, had plumped and opened, dewy moisture showing along her lips. He longed to touch her there, but discipline came first.
He brought the wooden spoon down on her right sit spot, then her left. Her bottom jerked with each one, but she stayed in position, as he’d instructed. “LuAnn, this morning you asked Daddy for money, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
He applied the spoon again, ten times in rapid succession, alternating right and left cheeks.
She mewled.
“What did you want the money for?”
“To make you a nice dinner.”
He began to spank her left sit spot, bringing the spoon down on the same spot, over and over again, until she howled in pain.
“And what happened to my dinner?”
She whimpered.
He waited.
“I burned it,” she said at last. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was a bad girl.”
