“I did not.” But she knew she had, actively trying to wiggle away from me.
“Then what was that about?”
“Just a little… don’t fuck with me attitude.”
“I don’t want you doing that.”
“You’re worried about me.”
My sigh was heavier and louder than I’d intended. “I don’t like what’s going on.”
“You think there is something to my concern?”
Shit. She’d backed me into a corner. “Alright, listen. There were tire tracks on the road leading away from the barn that weren’t mine.”
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“Yeah, well, it could just be some kids out for a nice hiding place to smoke dope.”
She wrinkled her nose. “But what if it’s not?”
“I’m going to have a chat with the fire marshal, but…” I could tell she was excited. “But you’re going to leave that to me and don’t get your hopes up.”
“Maybe I should talk to her.”
“No. Not going to happen.”
“You’re not my boss,” she insisted in the same rebellious manner she’d used on television.
I took a deep breath, flicking off the television and placing the remote on the dresser. Then I had a brilliant idea. “I can tell I need to work on keeping you in line.”
“Ha. As if that’s possible.”
“Well,” I said as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, which I doubted she could see from where she was sitting. “I have a way. But maybe I’ll need to perfect it from time to time.”
“Oh, yeah. What’s that?”
With my eyes on the prize, I grabbed her wooden hairbrush, moving quickly toward the bed. She noticed what was in my hand a split second before I tossed her over my lap. “A spanking a day should keep the rebellion away.”
“Oh, you are so… horrible.”
I cracked the wood against her backside, grinning like some loon when she yelped. “You bet I am, but one who is determined to keep you safe.”
And I was. The guys were right, especially Axe. Everyone had a story, a reason they did what they did, whether a good or bad deed.
I brought the brush down a few more times, enjoying the thudding sound made when the wood connected with her quickly reddening skin.
Ellie May yawned, stretching and making cute noises.
“You’re disturbing the dogs,” she moaned, struggling to get off my lap.
“They’ll get over it.” I continued the spanking, moving from side to side.
She wasn’t having any of it, pushing up from the bed. I finally had to wrap my leg around hers to keep her from managing to slide off. Her pussy lips continued to glisten and my cock was already awakening once again, eager and ready to slide as deep inside as her body would allow.
But I continued, twirling the brush several times before cracking it against her sit spot.
“I will so get you for this,” she growled.
