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Stopping by the couch, he turned and raised an eyebrow at her. "Want to try that again, little one?"
Cheeks burning, she nodded. "I-I meant Daddy."
"Better. But you're still getting a spanking for that display in the kitchen."
"I know, I just…" she glanced over her shoulder and then back at him, letting him see the plea in her eyes, "… can't we go upstairs? Everyone will hear if you do it here."
"Yeah, they will. That's part of your punishment. You should consider yourself lucky I'm not letting them watch."
The place between her thighs, that place she thought she'd never feel anything for a man again, flooded with heat. Oh God, no, she was not getting turned on by the idea of everyone watching her get a spanking. "Daddy, please," she whispered.
Shaking his head, Jason reached for the hem of her sweater. "What are you wearing under here?"
"A camisole—tank top," she explained with a roll of her eyes at his blank look.
"I'll add the eye roll to the spanking you're about to get. Arms up." Both were said with the same nonchalance, as if he were discussing the weather.
With a small whimper, she raised her arms so he could slip the ruined sweater over her head. "Arms behind your back, and stay here."
Clad in just her silk camisole and leggings, she folded her hands behind her back and tried to ignore the fact that her pebbled nipples were clearly outlined against the thin silk. Hopefully, the rest of the family had the sense to stay in the kitchen.
It felt like an eternity before he returned to her. Sitting on the couch, with her just to the right of his lap, he tugged her leggings and panties to her knees. "Why are you getting a spanking, little one?"
The obvious answer was because she'd all but demanded one. But somehow, she didn't think that was exactly what he was looking for. "Umm, because I yelled at everyone?"
"That's part of it." Looking up at her, his face was set in serious lines. "Temper tantrums will always get your bottom warmed, from here on out. And I've already told you that I wouldn't allow you to use rude and abusive language toward the people who care about you."
The first wave of shame washed over her. While she didn't feel the least bit guilty about saying what she'd needed to say, he was right. She could have done it differently. Her apology was made in a hoarse whisper, "I'm sorry."
"You can apologize to everyone once we've finished here. Do you know the final reason you're getting a spanking right now?"
Searching back through her memories of the morning, she shook her head. "No, Daddy."
A small smile played on his lips. "Because you need one. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner. You've been trying to get me to do this for weeks, haven't you?"
"I was wondering if you'd ever notice," she grumbled.
"I can't apologize for wanting to protect you, Evie. But I can apologize for not giving you what you needed. I'll do better." Scooting to the edge of the couch, he spread his legs and guided her over his knees. "Ready, little one?"
Her mind was ready. But the butterflies dancing in her tummy certainly weren't. "Can I change my mind?"
"Do you really want to?"
Sighing, she shifted to get more comfortable over his lap. "I guess not."
"Didn't think so," he said with a low chuckle.
The first swat took her by surprise. This wasn't the sweet sting of the spanking he'd given her the first night they'd made love. The skin where he'd swatted her burned, and before she could fully comprehend the pain, he layered another sizzling swat over it.
"Ow! Jason, stop!"
Two quick, sharp swats landed on the backs of her thighs, and she shrieked with each one. How could it possibly hurt so much more to be spanked there?
"It's Daddy, little one. The next time you forget, you're going to write a hundred lines. Got it?"
"Yes, Daddy." The idea of sitting on the hard, wooden chair at the desk after he'd finished paddling her bottom sounded like torture. A flurry of swats followed his pronouncement, and she did everything she could to twist and escape the punishment. But her Daddy held her close so she could barely move, and every punishing spank hit its target perfectly.
"You will speak to everyone in this house with respect." His statement was punctuated with another round of spanks that made her howl.
