Several more spanks landed and he paused, rubbing her ass.
“What a naughty little girl, calling Daddy old. Not too old to give you a spanking, though, am I?”
“No, Daddy,” she agreed in a quiet voice, her breath hitching as he massaged her warm bottom.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
She let out a small groan but pushed her legs as far apart as they’d go with her pajama pants around her thighs. He couldn’t resist, he ran his finger over her slit. She still had her panties on, but as he’d expected the cheap cotton was soaking wet.
Fuck. Yes.
He had to force himself to pull his hand away. He gave her several more, rapid spanks. Then before he was tempted to do anything more, he quickly pulled up her pajama pants and turned her over his arms, holding her tight against him.
“Daddy?” she asked, squirming on his lap.
Nope. He couldn’t let her keep doing that.
“Have you ever ridden on a bike, baby girl?” he asked to distract them both.
“You mean a motorcycle?”
He grinned. “Well, I wasn’t meaning a bicycle. I assumed you’ve ridden one of those before.”
A funny look crossed her face before she looked away. That almost. . .that almost looked like shame. He gently grasped hold of her chin, raising her face. “You’ve never ridden a bike?”
“A motorbike? No. I’ve never known anyone who owned one until now.”
He gave a small shake of his head at her attempt to deflect. “A bicycle. Have you ever ridden a bicycle?”
She let out a small, frustrated puff of breath. “No.”
“Why not?”
She shrugged. “No one ever taught me.”
No one had taught her?
“Your parents? Grandparents? Friends?”
“I didn’t have grandparents. My dad’s p
arents died before I was born and my mom didn’t talk to her parents. I never even owned a bike.”
Jesus. He hugged her tight. They were going to have to change that. But not right now. She tried to climb off his lap, but he kept her there, not ready to let her go.
“All right, so you’ve never been on a motorcycle?”
She shook her head.
“Wanna go for a ride on the back of mine?”
Her eyes lit up with excitement that quickly dulled. “Are you sure? I mean, what if I do the wrong thing? What if I make us fall off?”
He grinned. “Baby, you’re not going to do the wrong thing, I promise. You’ll pick it up, it’s a piece of cake.”
“That’s what you said about doing the orders at the shop and look how that worked out.”
He set her on her feet and then stood, giving her ass a sharp tap. “Go get dressed. Tight pants or jeans, and a long-sleeved jacket. It can get cold and you want your skin protected from the elements. You might want to rearrange your hair too. Probably pigtails and a helmet don’t mix.”