Page 66 of Daddy's Laws

“I’ll try. Can we… can you…”

“Get back in position, baby.”

Relief washed over her features and a moment later she was stretched over his lap again. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her tightly so she wouldn’t be able to escape. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her, but every instinct he had was telling him she needed fast and hard.

She needed to break, so he could put her back together again.

Gripping her tightly with one hand, he lit into her with the other. A short, high shriek echoed around the room, and she came alive in his arms, hips rolling, legs kicking in a desperate attempt to escape.

“Daddy!” His title became a long, drawn-out wail, but he didn’t release her. “Daddy, it hurts!”

Steeling himself against her cries, he moved down her ass to the sensitive curve where she would feel this spanking long after it was finished.

“That’s my good girl,” he crooned as he watched her skin turn darker and darker beneath his punishing hand. “Just let go, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

“Please, please, please.”

Was she begging him to stop or to keep going? He wasn’t sure she even knew.

Just as he was about to back off, she broke. Squeals and cries for mercy turned into great big heaving sobs.

“There we go,” he murmured, resting his hand on her heated flesh, offering comfort with each gentle stroke. “My good little princess.”

He coaxed her through the worst of it, until her weeping quieted to soft little hiccups and whimpers.

“Come here, baby. I need to hold you.” Gathering her up into his arms, he rocked her gently, willing his own racing heart to settle. Fuck, that had been harder than he’d expected. Punishing her was one thing—there was a reason, a purpose, and he knew they’d both feel better when it was done. But making her cry just for the sake of making her cry? Yeah, it just didn’t sit the same in his soul.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a while. “I needed that.”

“I know.” Perhaps there had been a purpose to it after all, which lifted some of the weight from his shoulders. “Feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“Ready to talk?”

This time she breathed deep, as if she was bracing herself for what came next. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

* * *

Curledup on the couch next to him, her head resting on his shoulder and her bottom still burning, Shannon wrapped both hands around the glass of juice he’d pushed on her before he would let her talk.

“I don’t know where to start,” she confessed when the silence grew too heavy to bear.

“I generally find it helps to start at the beginning.”

“Smart ass.” There wasn’t any heat behind the retort. She was too empty for anything stronger than mild amusement, which was exactly why she’d asked for that spanking. So she could dump her emotions all at once, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt so fucking much to remember.

“You know I met Liv and James at a play party.” There. That part wasn’t so bad.

Bryant hesitated, as if unsure why she was talking about Liv. But he didn’t ask any questions, for which she was grateful. “I do. After she and James were married, right? If I remember, he finagled an invitation for the two of them as a wedding present.”

“Something like that. Smart of him to wait until he had a ring on her finger. She was so damn cute and sweet. Every single Daddy at that party was practically drooling over her.”

“You sound almost jealous, princess.”

“I guess I was. Am.” Needing a moment, she paused to sip at her juice. “Liv is just… everyone loves her, and she doesn’t even have to try. She walks in a room and it’s like everything is a little brighter just because she’s there. I envy her that.”

“You do that. Maybe not for everyone,” he continued when she snorted in disbelief. “But you do that for me.”

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