Page 57 of Tiffanie

That earned her a kiss. Repeating the magic phrase had secured the same reward all night long. “I love you too, Princess.”

“How did your afternoon go?” she asked with twinkling eyes.

“Hard,” he answered, giving her a stern look. “I had to hide behind my desk, a chart, a chairback, etc. A faint breeze over my fly reminded me of you and what was waiting for me when I got home.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She worked hard to keep herself from smiling.

“You are absolutely not apologetic, Little girl. That would be a lie. Do you know what happens to Little girls who don’t tell the truth?”

“They get spanked?” she asked.

“They end up with a hot bottom.” He set down the empty bowl of mac and cheese and plucked the cup from her hand before boosting her up to stand in front of him.

“I’m sorry now, Daddy!” she said, shifting from foot to foot as she struggled to figure out what to do.

“Usually, I would hold you over my lap, but you just ate. I don’t want to put pressure on your tummy. Face the coffee table, Little girl, and lean over to press your hands on the wooden top.”

“No, Daddy. I won’t tease you again.”

“Oh, you can tease me all you want, Princess. But no lies. This was a small untruth, so this will be a light spanking. Ten swats.”

“Ten? That’s a lot.”

“Do you want to try for fifteen?” he asked, giving her a reproving glance that warned Tiffanie to stop while she was ahead.

“No. Ten is good.”

“Hands on the table,” he said.

She slowly rotated and leaned over, pointing her bottom toward him. Phineas raised the shirttail up to drape over her back. The cool air rushing over her exposed skin made Tiffanie shiver. All those stories she’d read about Little girls getting spanked rushed into her mind. When her Daddy’s hand rubbed over her butt, she jumped.

“Let Daddy help,” Phineas said, standing and wrapping his arm around her waist as he pinned her in position. Without warning, he spanked her—three quick slaps in a row on her bare skin.

Tiffanie struggled to get away as heat built immediately on her skin. “No, Daddy! I’ll behave.” Why had she thought this sounded hot? Her punishment wasn’t good. She shook her head as she wiggled to free herself from his control. She did not succeed.

“I’m glad,” he said softly and landed three more quick swats on her tender skin. “That’s six, Little girl. Only four left.”

“That hurts, Daddy.”

“Spankings are a punishment, Tiffanie. That’s what helps you make better decisions next time.” He administered the last stinging smacks and rubbed her curves. “Good girl. You took your punishment very well.”

“I didn’t like that.”

“Perfect. If you had, I would need to find a better consequence for your bad behavior.” He didn’t elaborate on that frightening comment, but her mind went into overdrive. She didn’t want more than having her bottom reddened.

“I’ll be good.”

“That’s my sweet Little girl.”

Phineas sat and drew Tiffanie back onto his lap. She hissed when her skin came into contact with his and tried to scramble off his lap down onto the cold leather. Why did that slight taste of pain increase the sensual heat in her core? She didn’t want to acknowledge her reaction. Phineas’s powerful arm wrapped around her waist and held her in place, making her simmer.

“Spread your thighs on either side of my knees, Princess.”

When she hesitated, he warned, “I’ll be glad to add to your spanking if you’d prefer.”

Slowly, she moved as he had requested, leaving her thighs wide apart. He stroked a hand through her pink folds that were drenched with fresh juices. “Your body didn’t mind being reminded of who is in charge. Let’s see how fast Daddy can make you come.”

His fingers moved enticingly over her most sensitive spots. Her arousal shot up so quickly that her head spun from the delicious sensations. In minutes, she screamed her pleasure into the room, collapsing limply against his hard frame.