Page 30 of A Daddy for Hanna
She wished with all her heart that she could snap her fingers and freeze time.
Oh, if only…
CHAPTER16
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”Ben pulled the sheets off Hanna, who was curled up on his side of the bed. She hadn’t spent the night in her room since he’d made love to her the first time, and she’d also taken to sleeping in later and later.
She rubbed her eyes and peered up at him, her expression forming into a cute pout. “It’s too early.” She tried to yank the covers back up, but he stilled her with a quick swat to her bottom.
“It’s not too early. It’s almost eight. You used to wake up before six when you first came to stay with me, Hanna.”
She rubbed her backside and continued pouting. “Yes, but we stayed up late last night. It’s your fault I’m sleepy. You wore me out. Now go away and let me sleep.”
He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. After the emotionally intense day they’d had yesterday, he’d planned a special day for Hanna. He wanted to take care of her completely, like she was his baby girl, and he suspected she would be receptive to this treatment. But first, he needed her out of bed.
“Young lady, that is no way to speak to your daddy. Now get up, or you’ll be one sorry little girl.”
She defiantly reached down and pulled the covers over her head. “No,” she said, her voice muffled through the sheets. “Go away!”
He easily confiscated the covers, throwing them over the foot of the bed and out of her reach. She curled into a ball and returned her head to the pillow, closing her eyes and feigning sleep. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. A frustrated sigh floated up from her, and she opened her eyes to glare at him.
“We’re going to try something different today, Hanna. Well, a little different.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to take care of you all day, and you’re going to let me take care of you. You’re going to be a good girl for Daddy and do everything I say without putting up a fuss.”
A glimmer of confusion touched her gaze. “But you already take care of me. You’ve been taking care of me for almost a month.”
He cupped the side of her face in his hand. Desire spiraled through him at the innocence she still possessed.
“I’m going to care for you the way a daddy cares for his baby girl, Hanna. Help you get dressed, make your meals, give you a bath, read you stories. I know we don’t have much time left before Eli comes, and I want you to put all that worry out of your mind today and let me do these things for you. Do you think you can do that?”
Her confusion faded and she blinked a few times. Blushing, she met his gaze. “Yes, Daddy, I can do that.”
“Good girl.” He patted her thigh. “Now first things first. Let’s get these pajama shorts off.”
She frowned and curled back into a ball. “Why?”
“I gave you several chances to get up this morning, and you were quite grumpy. You also had a smart mouth. Little girls don’t get to tell their daddies to go away. It looks like you’ll be eating breakfast on a sore bottom.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me. I’ll be good all day.Promise.” She peered at him, beseeching him with her big blue eyes to let her out of this punishment.
“Are you arguing with Daddy even more?” he asked, leaning down.
She huffed and sat up in bed, drawing her knees to her chest. He reached for her hand, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Baby girls get spanked when they’re naughty, Hanna. Now come on. Over my knee.” He sat back and patted his lap.
She huffed again, but slowly draped herself over his thighs. Her legs dangled, not quite reaching the floor, and she buried her face in the covers. He shifted her so that her bottom was high in the air, in perfect position for a good, quick spanking.
Goosebumps rose on her arms as he tugged her shorts down, pushing them to rest directly above her thighs. His cock swelled at the sight of her cute little bottom in lace-trimmed white panties. She was so sweet, so lovely. He rubbed her backside overtop her underwear.
“You were a very naughty girl this morning,” he scolded, still rubbing. “When Daddy tells you it’s time to get up, you need to listen and not be so grumpy, and you especially need to keep the attitude out of your voice. You never, ever get to yell at Daddy and tell him to go away, Hanna. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitched and she squirmed over his lap. “Yes, Daddy. But I really don’t want a spanking.”
“I’m the daddy and I decide what my baby girl needs,” he said, cupping her left cheek firmly. “And right now, I think you need a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom.”
