There was trepidation on her face as well as a hint of arousal. Hmm, liked the idea of his belt, did she?
“If you’re ever late again, without contacting me, then you’ll get five spanks for every minute you’re late.”
“Sugar balls.”
Sugar balls? Really? Christ, how could she make him grin when he was trying to be strict with her? Brat.
“Now, onto the serious part of the night.”
“We haven’t got to the serious part?” she squeaked.
“Stop being so damn cute,” he grumbled.
“I’m being cute? Huh. Don’t think I’ve ever been called cute before.”
“Don’t think you’ve ever worn ruffled panties either.”
“Not sure about that, big guy. My mama had some very weird fashion tastes.”
He winced. “Not sure I like that me and your mama might have bought you similar clothes.”
“Don’t worry, she never bought them with the idea of taking them off me.”
She went as red as a tomato while he threw his head back and roared with laughter. He laughed so hard that tears filled his eyes.
He wiped them clear. “Well, brown eyes, think you’re right about that.” He winked at her.
“I like it when you laugh,” she whispered. “You should do it more often.”
Leaning in, he took in her scent. Cinnamon and vanilla. Delicious. “So should you.”
“Haven’t had much to laugh about.”
He wanted to change that.
“Right, no more distractions, brat.” He tapped her nose. “I want you to tell me what you really felt after the last spanking I gave you.”
“I’m not sure I can remember.”
“I can re-enact it if that will help,” he growled back, not amused.
“Son of a peach.”
“Being cute only gets you so far, Betsy.”
“I’ve never been cute before, so I’m not sure how far it can get me.”
“Let me clue you in, if you find yourself over Daddy’s knee getting your butt spanked, then that’s how far.”
“Well, fudge.”
“And here we go.”
8
He turned her over his knee.
“No, no! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”