Page 14 of Daddy Says

“Yes, that’s one term, but I like to think of them as ‘good girl spankings’.”

“Maybe we should start with one of those,” she suggested, causing him to chuckle and hold her tighter.

“Good try, but not tonight.”

“Why not? I thought I was in control. That I got to decide.”

Taking her chin in his fingers, he tilted her head so that their eyes locked. “You did decide the moment you took that first step. Tell me, do you honestly feel that you haven’t been the least bit naughty? That you don’t feel a little guilty about the way you’ve behaved not only toward me, but toward your coworkers and Mr. Arturo?”

“I-I guess.”

“You guess?”

Her shifting on his lap answered the question before she nodded. He bent forward and kissed her forehead. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I know you’re a little scared, but, I promise, the moment the spanking is over, you’ll feel much better.”

She sighed, but when she laid her head against his chest, her body relaxing into him, he smiled and treasured the trust she was gifting him with.

Chapter Seven

Jane was very glad that she’d been so determined to keep her mind off of Sawyer that she’d cleaned the entire house. Passing him the key when he held out his hand, she waited until he opened the door, loving the feel of his hand against her back as he stepped aside to allow her to enter first. It wasn’t until the door closed that she wondered how that same hand would feel against a different part of her anatomy.

“Relax, little one.”

“What?”

“You’re trembling. You have nothing to worry about.”

She couldn’t help herself, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Easy for you to say. You’re going to be the one doing the smacking.”

When he chuckled, she couldn’t believe she heard herself asking, “So, where do you want me?”

“At the table,” Sawyer said.

Her eyes flicked to the table, imagining herself bent across its top, her hands gripping the edge as he pushed up her skirt and… She gave a little squeal as he touched her. Not to lift her clothing, but to slip an arm around her waist as he smiled and held up the bag that Arnold had given him.

“We’ll eat first.”

She could feel her face heat. “Oh… um, okay. I’ll set the table.”

“No, you just sit down,” Sawyer countered, placing the bag on the table and pulling a chair out for her.

“Why? You don’t know where anything is.”

He shook his head. “Because Daddy said he wants you to sit down. I can see that you’re still wincing a bit. I want you off your feet.” He guided her to take a seat and then squatted, lifting her foot and removing her shoe. “Your ankle is still a bit swollen from the other night.” He removed her other shoe and then gently massaged both ankles. “We’ll have that checked out during your doctor’s appointment.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” she protested.

His eyebrow quirked as he looked up at her, his fingers still palpating the ankle she’d twisted the first night they’d met. “I see we are going to have to clear up a few things. The first being that when your daddy says you’ll be having your ankle checked, then, baby girl, you will be having it examined.”

She could only nod.

After a final, gentle rub, he stood and bent to kiss her cheek. “Now, direct me to the dishes and we’ll eat.”

Jane watched as he fixed her plate, cut her steak into bite-sized pieces, dabbed butter and sour cream on her baked potato, added a spoonful of broccoli and then set it in front of her. Only then did he serve himself.

Suddenly she remembered what he’d said. “You said at my doctor’s appointment but I don’t have an appointment.”

“You will,” Sawyer said. “The sooner we get the necessary details attended to, the sooner we can play.”

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