That was…surprising. Clint never usually hesitated when it came to punishing her. He never really hesitated when it came to anything.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. She stood and turned around.
“You fainted, Charlotte. When Linc came into the house with you in his arms, you were so white and still.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even be spanking you at all. What am I thinking?”
He ran a hand over his hair. “And you wouldn’t have even been outside if it hadn’t been for me running my big mouth.”
She placed her hand on his firm chest. “First of all, it was my fault for listening in. I shouldn’t have done that. And I knew I was getting stressed. I should have told you. I’m so sorry I didn’t.”
He drew her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“I feel fine now, Daddy. Promise. All those vitamins and rest and the shakes and I feel probably better than I did before.”
She leaned back to look up at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to talk me into spanking you?”
She groaned. “I am, aren’t I?”
“You need it, don’t you, little darling?”
No, she did not. Did she? Argh, damn it. There was still a lump of guilt in her stomach. For worrying him. For sneaking around and trying to trick him.
“Can we just get it over with?”
“We’ll take care of the hand spanking today. The paddling can wait until the honeymoon.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. She gaped at him.
“You are not taking that paddle on our honeymoon, Clint Jensen,” she said sternly.
He lowered his brows. “Little darling, it’s the first thing I’m going to pack.”
Her mouth dropped open. Her cheeks heated. “Oh God, I hope your bags don’t get checked by TSA.”
“If they do, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a naughty Little girl to punish.”
“You wouldn’t.”
But he would. He totally would. She groaned.
“Turn around and get back into position,” he commanded.
The boss was back.
She turned, leaned over the bed with her legs spread.
Charlie didn’t even get the chance to take a breath before Clint’s hand landed heavily on her bottom.
Smack! Smack!
Ouch! Owie!
Slap! Slap!
Soon she was wiggling where she was standing, bent over the bed. Her ass was stinging and she knew it was only going to get worse. His spanks were steady, he covered her ass, not missing a spot. The pain grew. She wanted to move, wanted to stand up, but she knew he was right. She needed this. Likely, so did he.
By the time he reached number fifteen, she was sobbing, her tears dripping down onto the bed covers, creating a wet patch.
He sat next to her on the bed, rubbing her back lightly before he picked her up and deposited her on his lap. She hissed as her hot bottom came into contact with his jeans. Ouch. He tilted her towards him so she was resting on her hip rather than her throbbing bottom.