His stern expression softened slightly and he reached out to stroke her hair and twine a lock of it around his finger before lightly pinching her earlobe and rubbing it between his fingertips.
“I understand that you were looking forward to spending time with me when I got home. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you too. But I have responsibilities to my congregants. Yes, I have them to you too and I take those just as seriously. But when someone is going through a time of great distress, it’s my job to help them. I cannot always put you first and you know that. I expect for you to have more patience and grace than what you just displayed. Does that seem reasonable?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, her throat thick with tears because she hated disappointing him. She wanted to be good, she really did, but sometimes it was too hard. The nice thing though was that no matter how impulsive and naughty she was, she knew he would help her be better. She just had to ask. Which was stomach-curdling in itself, but way better than letting herself be tied in knots for days—at the least.
One of his brows arched and she took a deep breath. Plum hated this part. Hated it because it felt distinctly unfeminist, went against everything she believed in her heart of hearts. Hated it too because she wanted it, needed it, craved it. That was the worst part. But that wasn’t Gideon’s fault—no, he was the solution to her problems, her deliverance.
“Daddy, I’m sorry that I was impatient and immature. I know your job is important and that people count on you. I was naughty and I need to be disciplined. Will you help me be my best self, please?”
The way his eyes lit was almost reward enough.
“That was very nice asking, darling. It would be my pleasure to take you over my knee and spank your bottom, as both a chastisement for your misbehavior as well as a deterrent to acting so rashly and inconsiderately in the future.”
Could they get to the spanking part already? And then she could be good again?
“Come with me, then,” he said, and offered her a hand as he stood.
* * *
Gideon laid out a towel on the bed, stripped her of her wet dress and underwear and then bid her lay down on her back, which she did on the towel.
“First we need to get you cleaned up, naughty girl.”
Thank goodness because while she enjoyed cocktails very much, she enjoyed drinking them far more than stewing in them.
He toyed with the rings on her nipples and then pinched and tweaked them before leaning over her and running his tongue along her collarbone. This didn’t feel like punishment, but she knew it would come.
Gideon had made his way down to just above her mound when he looked up from tonguing, kissing, and nipping at her skin. “You know I’m not big on mortal sin and hellfire and damnation and all that. But if I were…”
He snaked a hand down her thigh and used a harsh grip on her knee to pry her legs apart and settled himself between them.
“Wasting a perfectly prepared martini would definitely imperil your soul.”
Gideon dipped his head again, and, fuck, was his goal to drive her out of her mind? Because with the way he worked her pussy and her clit with his tongue and lips and teeth, that was a definite possibility. He ate her until she was squirming and panting and bucking her hips into his mouth, stopping only to tsk at her for moving too much.
“How am I supposed to clean you up if you keep thrashing about? Stay still, you naughty thing.”
His scolding was punctuated by a slap to the inside of each of her thighs which made her inhale sharply but also made her cunt clench.
The torment continued for a couple more minutes until she was right on the edge, and then it came to an abrupt stop. The absence of his mouth made her cry out in frustration.
“Oh, you didn’t think you were going to get to come like this, did you my sweet plum blossom? You’ve been badly behaved and have to atone for your sins before you get a reward. I know you’re not especially religious, but everyone knows that.”
She covered her face with her hands and groaned into her palms. Yes, of course she knew that but… Ugh, no buts. This was part of how he planned to punish her. By driving her to the edge and then yanking her back. What a sadistic bastard.
She hadn’t noticed with her grumbling and hiding her eyes that he’d left but then he was back with a wet cloth, wiping her down to get any drop of gin he might’ve missed with his mouth. It wasn’t getting head, but it was nice. She loved when he bathed her, brushed her hair, that sort of thing, and this was no different. She was practically purring when there was a harsh slap to her bottom that startled her eyes open.
Chapter Three
Gideon didn’t waste any time in hauling her over his lap, letting her rest her head and torso on the bed with her toes barely touching the floor. He pressed a hand to her smooth lower back and ran the other one over her backside. Pretty girl, and this was one of his favorite views of her: bottoms up over his lap and waiting to be punished.
“Be still or this will take even longer than I planned and I don’t think you’ll like that at all.”
Plum settled and he caressed her bottom for another few minutes before beginning to spank her. It was so satisfying the way her flesh yielded under his hand, the little gasps and squeaks she made as he rained slaps down upon her creamy skin. She was already turning pink from his ministrations.
Even though this was a punishment and he’d make sure it hurt, he still warmed her up by thoroughly covering her backside from the top of her cleft to the tops of her thighs, and then doing it again. And again, and again. Each time a little harder than the last.
Plum was starting to struggle and sniff, so he pinned her legs between his thighs.