Page 105 of Merciless Daddy

“Then we don’t continue.”

Frustration sharpened her gaze.

“Daddy!”

“I will not decide for you while you’re floating. Give me a number.”

She breathed.

I stroked her back through the pajama top while she considered.

“Six more.”

“Too many.”

Her brows pulled together.

“Four.”

I checked her skin again. Pressed gently along the reddened flesh, watching how quickly the color returned.

“Four,” I agreed. “Final set. That makes eighteen total. Then the spanking ends whether you ask for more or not.”

She swallowed.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Repeat it.”

“Four more. Then it ends.”

“If you ask after eighteen?”

“You stop anyway.”

“Good girl.”

Her thighs pressed together.

I positioned my hand carefully.

“Count.”

Fifteen landed across both cheeks, my palm catching more of the left.

“Fifteen.”

Sixteen struck the right side. Firm. Clean.

Her hips pushed back into it.

“Sixteen.”

Her voice had become thick.

I rubbed the heat into her skin. She shifted against my thigh, seeking friction. The scent of her arousal reached me now. Warm. Intimate. Impossible to mistake.

Seventeen landed low.