Page 13 of My Boyfriend's Hitman Daddy

Her eyes sparkle, a laugh falling from her lips. She relaxes against the seat, her smile staying on her face as we continue to the restaurant. Oh, Teagan. She's a grown woman, but that doesn't mean she can't get a spanking. I check the time on the dash and figure we have twenty minutes to spare. Plenty of time to give Teagan a little taste of exactly what I mean and something to think about when she's sitting on her round, plump little ass while we have dinner.

I pull off the main road, down a side road until we come to the totally empty parking lot for a small local hiking trail. No one comes out here, and if they dared to do so, I'll be able to hear them on the rocky road long before they see us. Teagan's eyes get wide, and I think she's realizing exactly what is about to happen.

"O-okay, Tobias. I believe you about the punishment. Point taken," she stutters.

"I haven't even made the point, doll. Unbuckle, get out of the car, and put your hands on the window," I order.

"But we’re going to be late for dinner," she protests.

"Are you disobeying me?"

"N-no, I just don't understand why you can't just say whatever you’re trying to prove without doing..." She trails off, her cheeks flushed.

"Without spanking your ass, you mean?" I ask, enjoying this.

"Y-yes."

"Because, sweetheart, sometimes actions are better than words. Get out of the car and do as you are told, or else you're going to earn yourself a punishment."

Teagan swallows hard, unbuckling her seat belt. I watch as she gets out of the Land Rover, smoothing her dress nervously and putting her palms on the window, bending forward.

"You're not getting a full punishment today, but I'm going to show you exactly what one would feel like. Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over. Ass out. Legs apart. Do it."

She turns her head to me, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving. I watch as her hands shake, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly pushes her dress up and bends at the waist, exposing her ass to me.

"Panties too."

She whimpers, pulling the black lacy underwear down and holding the fabric in her hand.

"Now, spread your legs and put your ass out. Widen those thighs."

Teagan shifts her feet, moving her legs further apart, her breath coming faster and harder.

I get out of the car, shutting the door quietly behind me. She's bent over, her ass in the air, her face turned to me. I can see the flush of her skin, the way her eyes are glassy with arousal. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and I can see the outline of her stomach, her hips, everything. I've never wanted her more than I do right now. But I have to keep myself under control. This is just a preview. There isn’t time for anything else.

"Are you ready, Teagan?" My voice comes out so low that it’s barely audible, but she hears me loud and clear.

She nods her head, her breath catching in her throat as she waits.

"After this, you will know that I’m a man of my word. I don’t like to be questioned." I nip the shell of her ear, making her gasp. "Or doubted. If you do those things, doll, we’re going to end up in this position again and again."

I reach forward, rubbing the globe of her ass, loving the way her body trembles beneath my touch.

"Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, sir." Teagan’s voice is airy and thin.

I hum my approval. "Good."

My hand connects with her ass, a loud slap echoing around the empty lot. She gasps, her eyes widening, her hands tightening their grip on the edge of the door.

"Oh God," she moans.

I land another hit, this time on the opposite cheek.

"Ah!" Teagan yelps, her voice breathless, her ass wiggling. And then. "Oh…oh my."

Nuzzling her neck, I ask, "Does it hurt, doll?"

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