Oh. Awesome.
“Okay, little rebel?”
“Not really.”
He leaned his elbows on his legs as he studied her. “Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she moved closer until she was standing between his open thighs. He reached around and grasped hold of her ass. “You nervous?”
She let out a small laugh. “You could say that.”
“Scared?”
“A little.”
He nodded. “Only expected. You know I’d never harm you, right? This is the sort of dynamic I need. With me setting the rules and enforcing them. I realize that now more than ever. I love being an indulgent Daddy. But I also need to be a stern one too. Because if I let you get away with things all the time, then I’m not fulfilling one of my primary jobs. To keep you safe. To make you feel secure.”
“I get it,” she whispered.
“But in saying that, there is never a circumstance where you can’t use your safeword, got me? I’ll stop immediately. You trust me?”
A sense of calm came over her. She knew he would stop if she used her safeword. And he would never harm her. She knew the rules. She’d broken them. And after hearing about his family, she knew he was always going to be overprotective; she’d never had that before and she craved it. Needed it. He just sat there silently, massaging her ass as she thought this through.
“I understand. I know I broke the rules. I deserve a spanking.”
“Won’t just be my hand,” he warned her. “It was gonna be when it was only about our conversation in my office, but when you raced at that guy without a thought to your safety. . .well, I need to make sure you don’t do that again, Sunny.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, you’re getting twenty with my hand. Ten for calling yourself names. Ten for the little tantrum, cute as it was.”
She had to bite her lip at that.
“Then you’re getting fifteen with the hairbrush for rushing that guy.”
“Fifteen!” She gaped at him.
“Yes, and it would be more if this wasn’t your first serious spanking.”
More. Jesus. Christ.
He sat and patted his lap. “All right, little rebel. Lay yourself over my knee.”
“O-okay.” Anticipation and nerves warred inside her as she took hold of his hand and let him help her lie across his lap. He adjusted her so her feet hung in the air, her hands able to touch the floor.
“Do you need me to hold your hands for you?”
“No.”
“No, Daddy.”
“No, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl,” he said warmly, soothing some of those nerves. Then he grabbed hold of her pajama bottoms, pulling them and her panties down over her ass in one push, baring her completely. She yelped, not expecting that. She thought he might spank her over her panties again.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he laid his hand firmly on her lower back and started to pelt her ass with stinging smacks of his hand. Ouch! This was far harder than the other spanking he’d given her.
Her ass was starting to burn as he paused and rubbed the heat in with his hand.
“How are you doing, little rebel?”