Page 42 of Under Daddy's Spell

Tessa grunted, sounding a lot like Jordan, before she muttered, “Ease and peace don’t rhyme, but the sentiment is nice enough.”

Having reached the bottom, she stopped to wash and dry her hands again before handling the centuries-old book then turned the page to get the continuation of the spell.

“Drop three pinches of the crushed herbs into the spring water.” Tessa jerked upright. “Spring water! Oh, for cripe’s sake, why didn’t you say that before?”

She dumped the contents of the glass down the sink then grabbed a bottle out of the cooler behind her.

As she read the label, she chuckled. “I guess we’ll find out if Fiji water really is ‘created entirely by nature.’”

Once she repeated the chant over the spring water as she poured it into the chalice, she added the herbs, of which she had more than enough, and referred to the spell once more. “Let sit in a cool dark place for twelve hours then strain. Add several spoonfuls to your intended’s favorite food or beverage.”She huffed a little laugh. “At least intended sounds better than victim.”?

As she stared at the potion in the jar, her question from earlier whirled in her mind. Did she dare put a hex on Jordan?

The answer was an unequivocalnofor several reasons. A) it was madness to think magic seeds or a few words said over bottled water, Fiji or otherwise, would do anything, and B) if he found out, her last spanking wouldn’t compare to the walloping she’d get.

The image of Jordan seated in a straight-back chair looking handsome as sin popped into her head. He crooked his finger at her. She’d hesitate, but only for a second, before going to him.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he stated as he encircled her wrist with his fingers and guided over his lap.

With her already tight skirt pulled tighter across her hips, he couldn’t pull it up for direct palm-to-bare-ass interaction. Instead, he unzipped it and pushed it down to mid-thigh. All that protected her from his paddle-like hand were the cheeky panties she wore that exposed the lower curves of her ass. Today, they were dark pink. The same color her bottom soon would be.

Slowly massaging her nearly bare cheeks, he repeated in his deep rumbling voice, “A very naughty girl, indeed.” Goose bumps broke out on her skin. “What do you suppose naughty girls get?”

While he waited for a response, he hooked the back of her panties with a finger and tugged upward until the stretchy lace slipped into the seam of her pussy and wedged snugly between the cheeks of her ass.

“They get spanked,” she squeaked, turned the heck on but also anxious.

Tessa didn’t doubt for a minute Jordan would be a hard, no-nonsense spanker. The idea scared her but also sent liquid heat surging to the achy spot between her legs.

“That’s right, baby,” he replied, still caressing. “I’m going to heat your bottom until it’s rosy red so you learn to behave.”

His hand came down swiftly, delivering a sharp, stinging smack to one bare cheek then the other. She wiggled and twisted, but he had no trouble containing her, catching her hand in his when it invariably flew to protect herself. No matter how hard she kicked and squirmed, the flat of his hand rained relentlessly down on her vulnerable bottom.?

“Please! I’ve learned my lesson,” she cried. “I promise to be good from now on, Daddy.?I swear!”

“Daddy?” Tessa gasped as she jumped away from the counter.

She’d always had a spanking fantasy. Red, warm cheeks and a man’s hands all over her bare butt led to other nice things. But she’d never once called her imaginary lover and disciplinarian Daddy.

“Where did that come from?”

“Tess!” Seth’s voice boomed through the shop, startling her.

“What?” she shouted as, with a surge of guilt for dabbling where she shouldn’t, she slammed the book shut.

“Let’s go,” he called.

“Be right there,” she called as sheshoved the book into the box and covered it with the others.

“Hurry, babe. Got things to do.”

“I’m waiting for him and now he’s in a rush?” she grumbled under her breath as she quickly cleaned up, dumping the mason jar contents into the sink. Several bits of the ground herbs clung to the glass, so she rinsed it before putting it in the dishwasher.

She heard heavy footsteps in the store room.

“Coming,” she called, hefting the box.

She was on her way to the back door when she remembered the night deposit. Quickly, she retraced her steps and grabbed it. But she couldn’t leave the A/C units running. Her bill would be through the roof. She rushed around, not limping nearly as badly, switching them off then picked up the box again and hurried down the center aisle.

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