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“There we go, babygirl. How does that feel?”

“Ummm. Full. It doesn’t hurt as much now but it’s definitely uncomfortable.”

“It will probably be even more so when you sit to write your lines, so tell me if it goes past uncomfortable to really hurting you and we’ll figure something else out.”

The last thing she wanted to do was sit on that stupid mat with a giant plug in her ass, but she had a feeling arguing would just get her more of a punishment at this point. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s have a talk about my little girl putting herself in unnecessary danger.”

CHAPTER26

“Crap,” MaryAnn muttered, and Dean swallowed a laugh.

“Mmhmm.” Resting his hand on her bare skin, he gave the flesh a none-too-gentle squeeze. “I understand you were worried about your friend and you genuinely felt like I wasn’t listening to you. Butyouneed to understand that your life is no less precious than anyone else’s, and that I will not tolerate you putting yourself in danger. Whether it’s facing down a madman with a gun or not wearing a seatbelt, anything you do that puts your health or safety at risk will put you right over Daddy’s knee. Do we have an understanding, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She sounded so sad, he nearly called off the whole punishment. But she’d made it clear she wanted this, needed it, so he gave her bottom another firm squeeze. “Good girl. Here we go.”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he raised his free hand and brought it down against her bottom with a sharpcrackthat seemed to echo around the room. MaryAnn’s surprised “Oh!” followed shortly after, mingling with the sound of the second swat.

He wasn’t holding back. Unlike the spankings he normally gave her, there was no warmup, no easing her into the punishment. And judging by the way her feet were fluttering against the couch cushions and she was wriggling against his hold, she could tell the difference.

“Daddy, stop! It hurts!”

“I know, baby.” Shifting the focus of his swats to her sensitive sit-spots, he tightened his hold on her in anticipation of her reaction. “But it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as losing you would. I don’t think I could survive that again, MaryAnn.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Dean.”

It wasn’t the compulsory ‘apology’ of a little girl just looking to end her punishment. The grief and remorse in her tone was so real, so clear, it made his chest ache.

Forgoing the rest of the lecture, he focused on the spanking itself, covering her bottom with heavy swats until every inch of skin from the middle of her ass to the tops of her thighs was a bright, angry pink.

Satisfied this was a lesson she’d carry with her for a very long time, he gathered her up into his arms, cradling her on his lap as she wept into his shoulder. His own voice was thick with tears when he spoke again. “I don’t want to have this discussion again, MaryAnn. Do you hear me, little girl? Never again.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Huh?” Lifting her head, she swiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “For what?”

“For taking your spanking so well. For trusting me enough to let me be your Daddy for real. For just being the amazing woman you are.”

Her nose wrinkled at that last point. “I’m not amazing.”

“Hmmm. Who makes the rules around here, little girl?”

Color rushed to her already pink cheeks. “You do, Daddy.”

“So if I say you’re amazing, then you’re amazing. And you don’t argue unless you want to go fetch Daddy a paddle from that trunk over there.”

“No!” Groaning loudly, she snuggled back in, her voice taking on a pitiful tone. “My butt hurts so much already.”

“Then be a good girl and stop arguing with me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” The need to simply hold her overwhelmed him, and he allowed them more time than he normally would before asking, “Are you ready for the next part of your punishment, or do you need some more time?”

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