“No,” she gasped, horrified, shaking her head, even though it was starting to hurt again. Damn alcohol, she was never drinking again. “Daddy, no.”
“Yes,” he countered firmly.
“But I already had one,” she cried, tears rolling down her face.
“That was for spitting up breakfast, this is your morning spanking as part of your two week punishment. Now I want you to go stand in the corner, with your hands on your head and think about how naughty you have been.”
With a wail of protest, she padded off to do as he said, crying the entire time.
Chapter Four
“Come here, baby girl.”
Marly whimpered. She hated
standing in the corner, but she hated being spanked more. She turned and walked toward Zac slowly, her stomach churning.
She came to a stop as she noticed him tapping her wooden hair brush against his thigh.
“Daddy Zac, no,” she whined.
“Get over here, now,” he ordered. She shook her head, sobbing.
“Marly, come here. If I have to come get you I’ll be giving your naughty bottom a clean out,” Zac warned.
Marly moved, pretty much throwing herself across Zac’s lap. She hated getting her bottom cleaned out.
“Keep your hands in front of you, miss,” Zac ordered before he started spanking her with his hand.
Smack! Smack!
It only took a few smacks of his heavy hand on her bottom before she was crying out loud. Marly began to sob, wriggling as she tried desperately to get away. Her bottom was still so sensitive after her last spanking. She really didn’t know how she’d survive a session with the hair brush.
“Right, now for the hair brush, you’re going to get twenty, miss.”
“No, no, Daddy pleeassee,” she screamed, but he paid her no mind, laying into her bottom as if she hadn’t just had two hard hand spankings.
Fiery, burning pain overtook her, stealing her breath for a long moment as she lay across his lap, unable to move, to breathe, to cry. Then air entered her lungs in a rush and she wailed loudly, begging him to stop, kicking her legs as if that would help with the excruciating pain.
When he finished, she barely realized it. It was only when she found herself back in the hated corner, her hands placed on her head that she realized he’d moved her. Her bottom throbbed, the searing pain taking up all her attention.
“Stay there, young lady and no touching that bottom,” Zac warned.
Marly simply stood and cried for a long time, shifting from foot to foot, trying without success to ease the pain of her burning bottom. She didn’t dare rub it; she could hear Zac moving behind her and knew he wouldn’t hesitate to spank her if he caught her rubbing.
When she’d calmed down to just sniffles, her bottom still burning, but not to the point she thought she’d been set aflame, she heard the door open.
Adam spoke. “That’s a well punished bottom.”
“It certainly is,” another voice replied and she stiffened, having to use all of her control not to move, not to cover herself.
It wasn’t as though the owner of the other voice hadn’t seen her bottom before. Drew Sanders, the foreman of their ranch, knew about their relationship. He was an experienced dominant and had her husbands trust.
Once he’d caught when she’d been out riding. She’d jumped a fence when she’d been expressly forbidden from doing so, and he’d known that. Chasing her down, he’d drawn her off the horse, scolding her horribly. Then he’d made her ride home while he’d held her reins, as though she was a naughty child who couldn’t be trusted.
He’d then forced her to confess to Adam what she’d done. Of course, Adam had given her one hell of a spanking on her bare bottom and in front of Drew. She’d been so humiliated and had yet to forgive Drew for it.
“Come here, Marly,” Adam ordered.