She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I know I can come to you with anything,” she told him. “You keep me grounded. You’re the person I go to when I need advice. You’re my sounding-board, my calm, my Archie. My Papa. And I love you with all my heart.”
He leaned in and kissed her. When he drew back, his face was lighter and there was a small smile on his face. That disappeared as he pointed at her.
“In position. Now.”
She turned around and leaned over with her hands grasping the counter. There was no getting out of this now. The first smack of the hairbrush made her cry out. The second had her shifting on her feet.
“Stay still, little one. You don’t want me to have to repeat any of these.”
No, she definitely did not want that.
Two more landed and tears dripped down her face. Then a sob broke free. By the time he reached eight smacks, her ass was on fire.
Another two, one to each cheek and then he put the hairbrush down before she found herself lifted and turned, being cradled against Archer’s chest. He carried her into the bedroom and lay on his back with her sprawled over him.
She sobbed into his chest, completely soaking through his pajama top.
“Easy, baby. Hush, now, you’re going to make yourself ill. Shh. It’s all right, baby. Christ, did I hit you too hard? Caley, talk to me.”
She became aware of the worry in his voice and forced herself to stop sobbing.
He rolled them both so they were on their sides, facing one another then he leaned over her to grab a tissue, wiping her up.
“Sorry. Sorry,” she said hastily.
“Was I too harsh?”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t the spanking. Or not just that. I think I needed the physical pain to let go of some of the pain inside me.”
“Ahh, it was a cathartic cry.” He pulled her close and she settled her face against his chest with a hiccup.
He rubbed his hand up and down her back and just held her until she’d settled. A yawn took her by surprise.
“Hmm, maybe instead of pleasuring you when you can’t sleep, we should just be spanking you.”
She stiffened. “I prefer the orgasms.”
He chuckled then he lightly pressed her back so she was lying on her back. “What if you could have both?”
She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t usually get pleasure after punishment.”
“I’ll make an exception,” he told her as he moved between her legs and spread them wide before pushing up her nightie, “just this once.”
Her breath stuttered as he swiped his tongue along her slit then swirled it around her clit.
Well, if he wanted to make an exception then who was she to argue?
37
“I’m home!” Doc stepped into the apartment, setting his bag down by the door to take care of later. There was something more important he needed to do first.
And that was feel his girl’s arms around him.
Caley glanced up from where she was kneeling at the coffee table. She had a coloring book and pens in front of her. But as soon as she saw him, she dropped her pen and raced towards him.
“Daddy! I missed you!”