Page 73 of I.S.O Daddy

“You loved it!” she accused, her voice high-pitched and thick with tears. “You’re a sadist!”

“I mean, maybe a bit,” he teased. “But I don’t like seeing you cry.”

“I won’t ever get another spanking,” she told him, pulling away to wipe her cheeks. She winced at the pain on her bottom. How was she meant to sit for the rest of the night? Tomorrow? Oh, God. Was she going to have to stand during class and work? And then she’d have to explain why she was standing.

Maybe she could just lie. Tell everyone she had hemorrhoids or something.

“Pretty girl?” Jett’s fingers brushed her cheek as he tucked stray hair behind her ear. “Were you listening?”

“Sorry, Daddy.” She tapped her head. “There’s some stuff going on in here.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Well,” she took a big breath, “I won’t be able to sit tomorrow. So now I’m gonna have to lie and tell everyone I have hemorrhoids.”

He just stared at her, his lips parting. “What?”

“I can’t very well tell them my Daddy spanked me, now can I?” she huffed, but he was still staring at her like she had nine heads. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure that wasn’t true, but nope. She still just had one head.

“And that was the best lie you could come up with?”

“What else was I supposed to say?” She wiped her face again as she watched him. Despite the warm pain on her butt and thighs, she felt better. Lighter. Not guilty anymore.

“I don’t know,” he breathed, scrubbing his hand over his mouth. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“I’d never do that, pretty girl.”

Yeah, she didn’t know if she believed him.

“How do you feel? Hurting too bad? Was I too hard?” He smoothed his hand over her back, resting it on her hip. “Maybe I should check.”

“It’s okay!” she squeaked, moving her hands to cover her bottom. She didn’t want him to inspect her, up close and personal. She had to keep some dignity.

“I’ll check before we go to bed tonight, and in the morning,” he said, and she shook her head as he spoke.

He’d do no such thing.

“No need to do that,” she told him, but he ignored her as he pulled her in for a tight hug and kissed her forehead.

“Daddy has to make sure his baby girl is alright,” he said softly.

Jeez. Give this man an inch, and he’ll take a million miles.

“More cuddles?” he asked, and she bit her lip. Would he think she was needy if she said yes? He must’ve read her mind, though. Because he just nodded and held onto her tighter. “More cuddles.”

Without a word, he lifted her and laid back on the bed, rearranging her over him. Oh, she liked this. She rested her head on his chest, loving the way his heart sounded against her ear. It was oddly comforting.

Slowly, her thumb drifted toward her mouth, and she gently sucked on it. He ran his hand up and down her back as the other massaged her head. Oh, that was nice. Her eyes drifted shut and her breathing became a bit deeper.

She could get used to this.

twenty

Jett was bringing the grilled steaks and asparagus inside when he spotted a very sleepy looking Abbie stumbling from his bedroom. He set the tray with the food down on the counter and rushed to her, lifting her in his arms. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as she rubbed at her eye with a fist.

She’d fallen asleep almost immediately earlier, which surprised him. His poor baby must’ve been exhausted after going through so many emotions. So he’d laid with her for a bit, then came out and cooked dinner. He was planning on gently waking her up after he took the potatoes from the oven. Instead, she obviously woke up on her own.

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