Page 254 of Daddy’s Obsession


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But she walked over the corner. Yeah, sure, she might have huffed out an irritated breath. But she was horny.

Still, she wasn’t surprised when he gave her a sharp slap on the bottom as she walked past.

“Behave,” he rumbled.

That was harder than it sounded.

“Put your nose into the corner, spread your legs, and I want that bottom poking out. That’s it. I will let you know when it’s time to come out of the corner.”

She could feel her lower lip poking out in a pout as she heard water running from the bathroom.

Her bottom hurt.

She was on fire with need.

And this really, really sucked.

* * *

He walkedinto the bedroom after washing his hands.

Fuck. That was a beautiful sight. His girl standing in the corner with her red, plugged bottom on display.

He adjusted his dick. He wondered if he should order her to her knees to suck him off.

But that would almost be rewarding her. And this was about making certain she knew she’d been naughty.

And that she never lied again. Or put herself in danger.

That she obeyed him.

Fuck. That thought made him even harder.

He grabbed some of the hotel stationery and put it on the small desk with a pen. Then he thought of something. And he started to hastily write on the pad.

“Come here, girl,” he commanded when her time was up.

She spun around, almost tripping over her own feet in her hurry to launch herself at him.

“Hey, hey now, are you all right?” He tried to pull her back so he could see her face, but she hung on. “Girl, let me see you.”

Finally, he managed to get her to move back. He stared down at her tear-streaked cheeks. “Is it too much? Do you need to say your safeword?”

“No, I just . . . I’m so sorry I was naughty.”

“Hush now, girl. I know you are. Only one more part of your punishment to go. And then I will give you all the hugs you need, got me?”

That wasn’t something he thought he’d ever say. But the huge smile on her face was well worth it.

* * *

God,writing lines was the worst.

She’d rather have another spanking. Or more time in the corner.

Writing lines while sitting on a hard chair with a hot, plugged bottom?

Even worse.

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