“Well, it wouldn’t be punishment if you wanted it.”
“We need to talk!”
“Yes, we do. And I think this is a very good position for us to have a little chat. Because then every time you say something I don’t agree with, I’m in prime position to teach you a lesson.”
Teach her a lesson? Could he hear himself?
He pushed up the skirt she’d worn to the lawyer’s office and then pulled down her panties.
“Fucking put me down!” she demanded.
“You know I never thought the meek little angel I met that first day in Nan’s room could have such a temper. Or a naughty mouth. Little girls shouldn’t say such bad words. You’re just racking up the spanks, little one. There’s gonna be a few entries in your naughty girl book. We might have to spread this over several days.”
His hand landed with a sharp staccato and she let out a loud cry. She couldn’t believe he was spanking her. And he was doing it outside. What if someone came to the house and came around the back to find them?
“Macca! What if your dad comes here?”
“What? Why would that jerk come here?”
“To kick the whore out,” she said bitterly.
?
??Okay, that’s enough.” All hint of playfulness was gone from his voice. There was a frigid coldness to his voice that told her she’d gone too far. “I do not ever, ever want to hear you call yourself a whore again.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I do not ever want to hear you say you’re not good enough.”
His hand rained down spank after powerful spank. Her voice was stolen. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t yell. Not until he paused and then she let out a loud cry that probably the neighbors could hear.
“And you will not ever say you do not deserve this. You deserve everything.”
By now tears dripped down her face and she was sobbing as her ass burned. Holy shit.
“And if you ever say anything like that again about my girl,” he moved his hand lower to concentrate on her thighs, “then I will be getting you a bad girl paddle and use it on your ass until my arm tires.”
She wailed at the thought and collapsed against him, completely spent. He placed his hand down on her hot ass, it throbbed, it burned and she didn’t think she was ever going to sit comfortably again.
“Do you know why I don’t want to hear you speak badly about yourself?”
“Because you love me?” she sniffled, wiping at her tears.
“Because I damn well love you, baby.”
“Could you be happy if you didn’t live here, Gigi?” he asked her solemnly as he rolled her over in his lap. She settled her legs on either side of his, facing him. Which allowed her to keep her weight off her sore bum.
“I’d be happy anywhere as long as I was with you,” she told him.
He smiled, his happiness dancing in his eyes. “Good. Then you’re coming home with me.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She peppered his face with kisses until he laughed.
Then he clasped her face between his hands and kissed her lips. The kiss went from sweet to spice almost instantly. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, then deepened it, claiming her mouth with his.
“Baby, I need you. But if you’re not ready. If you need more time. . .”
“No. No, please. I need you too. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.”