Page 17 of A Daddy for Hanna
She’d also agreed to his discipline after her first spanking—a spanking she’d asked for.
He covered her legs with one of his to prevent her kicking. In a matter of seconds, her flailing hands were captured and pressed to the small of her back. She was so petite it wasn’t hard to trap her, though to her credit she did put up a good fight.
Her pajama shorts rode up as she squirmed, and he wasted no time in placing a volley of sharp slaps to her exposed upper thighs.
“I believe the rule in this house is that naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he said, yanking down her shorts and panties.
“No, Daddy! Please don’t! Not on my bare bottom!”
Ignoring her cries, he delivered over a dozen swift smacks, spreading the punishment out evenly between both her quivering cheeks.
The sight of her flesh reddening under his hand was exquisite. He couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that enjoyed punishing her, enjoyed the act of exercising his authority over her.
Not because he was cruel and wished to cause her pain, but because he cared about her and wished to provide her with guidance. He couldn’t help that the act of spanking her bare bottom was erotic, though he doubted she viewed it as anything but plain punishment.
He paused to rub her cheeks when she calmed a bit, her futile kicks and squirms ceasing. Her breaths came ragged and rough, but he didn’t think she was crying yet. If he had to take her to that place to secure her obedience, he would do it in a heartbeat.
He’d promised to give her what she needed, and that was what he planned to do right now, even though she might not appreciate it yet.
“Are you ready to be a good little girl?”
She didn’t utter a word, but her silence spoke of anger, and he could feel the waves of insolence that radiated off her little form. His baby girl needed more spanking.
“All right then. I can see more punishment is in order.” He whacked her bare bottom cheeks as she resumed squirming around in a vain effort to escape the punishing blows. He kept spanking until she was gasping for breath and promising to be a good girl. He slid her off his lap, and she immediately turned over in the bed, struggling to pull up her panties and shorts.
Confusion played across her face, and her lips formed in a prominent pout.
“I’m not sick,” she said, rubbing her bottom. “You’re being unreasonable.”
He almost laughed at that. The only one being unreasonable was the naughty girl who obviously needed to spend more time over his knee. But he had an item to retrieve first. “I need to go get something, Hanna. I’ll be right back. If you move a muscle, I’ll spank you with a wooden spoon. Do you understand?”
Eyes glistening, she nodded.
“I want to hear you say, ‘yes, Daddy, I understand.’”
“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Her tone was softer, but a small spark of insolence still burned through her response.
Back in his bathroom, Ben grabbed a hand towel and searched for a container of Vaseline.
Hanna needed more discipline, and it was his job to give it to her.
She would submit to the thermometer, and he no longer planned to place it under her tongue. That ship had sailed.
Determination lanced through him as he opened Hanna’s bedroom door and found her still on the bed. Smart girl.
“Lie down on your stomach, little girl. It’s time to take your temperature.”
CHAPTER9
“I don’t understand.Why must I lie down on my stomach? I thought that’s supposed to go in my mouth?” Her troubled, innocent expression made her appear younger. Locks of silky golden hair rested around her shoulders in disarray, and her cheeks were eternally flushed. God, he loved it when she blushed.
“I’m trying to help you, Hanna, and you’ve been quite the naughty little girl. Naughty little girls get their temperatures taken in their bottom holes.”
All the color drained from her face, every last shade of pink that had stained her cheeks a moment ago disappearing in a flash. As she shook her head, her hair flipped about her face. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Turn over on your stomach. Now. Or I’ll leave and return with a wooden spoon.” His cock shifted at the prospect of smacking her bottom with a spoon as he imagined the way she would squirm and cry out as she tried to dodge the punishing blows. She would likely beg him to stop, too.Please, Daddy.Suddenly the room felt unbearably hot.
She took a deep breath and slowly moved into position, lying down on her stomach overtop the covers. Though her shorts were back in place, he saw evidence of her recent spanking on the backs of her thighs. The sight caused his cock to harden further, and his balls felt heavier and tighter with each breath. If he didn’t pluck the temptation before him tonight, it would be a miracle. He schooled his features to be stern and approached her to take a seat on the bed next to her.
