Page 45 of Daddy's Mercy

“N-no, Sir.”

“No, it wasn’t. What would have been a better choice?”

Another silent shrug was all she could manage. Why couldn’t he just spank her and get it over with?

“Hmmm. I think maybe a sore bottom will loosen my naughty girl’s tongue. Pants and panties down, please.”

Oh, god. He was really going to make her bare herself for him? Heat engulfed her cheeks as she hooked trembling fingers into the waistband of her leggings and slowly pushed them, along with her panties, to her knees.

“Good girl. Lean over and put your hands on the counter. You’re about to get your first taste of something other than my hand.”

“What?” Panic had her head whipping up, her eyes going wide. “Why?”

“Because you disobeyed me, and you put your health at risk by not wearing the extra layers I told you to wear. Those are both serious offenses, babygirl. But I’m just going to use a wooden spoon for now, and you have your safewords if you need them. Okay?”

“I… okay.”

“Bend over, hands on the counter.”

Feeling as though she was moving through water, she leaned forward, bracing her palms against the cool granite. The position forced her ass to stick out, and she was absolutely certain he could see her pussy, too.

Which meant he could probably see the arousal glistening between her thighs as well.

Could this get any more humiliating? Or any fucking hotter?

He leaned across her, and she had a moment to wonder if he was deliberately pressing his rock-hard body against hers as he did so before he pulled away again. A moment later, something hard tapped against her exposed bottom, and she whimpered at the thought of the punishment to come.

“If you were hot or uncomfortable, you should have come and talked to me. We could have come back inside and changed your outfit so you could be warm and comfy. But since you made a different choice, you’re getting your naughty little bottom spanked instead of warming up with a nice cup of hot cocoa.”

Before she could offer up any apologies, the spoon snapped against her bare skin. Dozens of little stingers seemed to attack her all at once, all in that tiny spot where the spoon had landed, and she couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped in response to the unexpected pain. One, two, three times the evil implement landed before he spoke again.

“It is far too cold outside for that flimsy excuse of a sweater you have on, little girl. I will not have you getting sick because you couldn’t be bothered to follow directions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir! Owie owie owie, I’m sorry!”

He never so much as paused in his assault on her bottom while he lectured, and it wasn’t long before tears were burning in her eyes. “You are too important, MaryAnn, for me to let you get sick just because you were feeling obstinate. There were other ways to get what you wanted that wouldn’t have meant breaking the rules and getting your bottom spanked.”

“I know, I’msorry,I didn’t mean to be so bad!”

“Oh, baby.” The spoon clattered to the floor at her feet and in an instant, she was pulled up into his arms. “You weren’t bad. The choice you made wasn’t the best one, butyouare not bad. Okay?”

Shehadbeen bad, but she wasn’t about to argue and risk another spanking, so she just nodded, her cheek rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

“Good girl. You want some hot chocolate?”

“Really? But I was ba—naughty,” she managed to correct herself at the last minute.

“You were. And you got your bottom spanked for it, so it’s in the past. Unless I didn’t do as good of a job spanking you as I thought and you need some more?”

“No, Sir, I’m good!” Truthfully, she still felt a tiny bit guilty for not listening, but not enough to ask for another punishment when her ass still felt like it was on fire.

“Then get dressed and go pick us out a game to play while I get the hot chocolate ready.”

“Yes, Sir!”

CHAPTER17

With MaryAnn duly distracted, he pulled his phone from his pocket to check the latest message he’d received from one of his contacts on the force.

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