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“All right, let’s get these jeans off of you, young lady.” I pulled her pants down and helped her step out of them, though I left her panties on. I would pull those down once she was over my lap. I patted my thigh and gave her an expectant look. “Time to go over Daddy’s knee.”
Anxiety flashed across her face, though she was quick to obey my command. She placed herself over my left knee, and once she was settled in position with her bottom lifted high, I draped my right leg over hers. I planned to give her a hard spanking and I didn’t want her trying to escape my lap once her punishment began.
I cupped her bottom overtop her panties, massaging gently. She shivered and took a deep breath while I continued rubbing her ass. Finally, once I sensed her beginning to relax, I pulled her panties down to her knees. I also reached for her hands and pinned them at the small of her back.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby girl, and I don’t want to risk your hands getting hurt if you reach back to shield your bottom,” I explained.
“Okay, Daddy,” she murmured, and her body tensed, as though she expected the first smack to fall at any moment.
I didn’t make her wait long. I lifted my hand and brought my palm down sharply upon her ass, spanking her hard and fast, just as I’d promised. I aimed most of the blows to the center of her cheeks, though I occasionally swatted her lower, on her sit-spot and even on the back of her upper thighs.
“Oh! Owie, owie, owwwww, Daddy!” She cried out and writhed over my lap as I rained down smack after smack.
“This is what happens to naughty baby girls who disobey their daddies,” I scolded. “This is what happens when you risk your safety, young lady.”
As I spanked her, her thighs widened during her struggles, revealing the sweetness within. So pink and gleaming and swollen. Even though this was a real punishment spanking, she was quickly becoming soaking wet. Eventually, once I’d administered about two dozen smacks, her engorged clit poked out from her slick folds. God, I couldn’t wait to touch her, to stroke her privates and bring her pleasure.
But there would be no pleasure until she’d learned her lesson. Until she was red-bottomed and thoroughly punished. Until she was one very sorry little girl.
I gave her a few more smacks before stopping. Her shoulders were heaving slightly, and I could hear her sniffling. My heart clenched when I realized I’d spanked her to tears, though I reminded myself that this was necessary. If I didn’t put a stop to her constant running—in socks in a house with nothing but hardwood floors throughout—it was only a matter of time before she had an accident and got hurt.
Her punished flesh was warm under my hand as I went back to massaging her cheeks, this time on her bare bottom.
“Shh, sweet girl, it’s over now.” I gently lifted her up and got her situated on my lap. As I wiped at her tear-stained face, she avoided meeting my gaze. Eventually, I lifted her chin and stared directly into her eyes. “It’s over now,” I repeated, “and you took your spanking well. I’m proud of you, little one.”
The mixture of relief and gratitude that suddenly filled her eyes took me aback. I froze as I stared at her. She was looking at me the same way Trisha used to after being punished. Relieved it was over, but also thankful that she had someone to hold her accountable for her behavior. My throat closed up and my chest tightened, though not from despair or regret. Instead, I found myself in awe of the situation as I too experienced feelings of immense gratitude.
Because finally, finally, after too many years of painful solitude, I had a sweet baby girl to call my own.
I would never forget Trisha, and I wasn’t trying to replace her with Gemma. I would love my late wife forever, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t room in my heart for the young lady in my arms.
A second chance at love.
A second chance at being a daddy.
It was almost too good to be true.
I tightened my arms around Gemma and buried my face in her lavender-vanilla scented hair.
CHAPTER19
GEMMA
Well,my butt hurt. I rolled over in bed and sighed. Then I rubbed my bottom over my drop-seat jammies. Daddy had given me a firm spanking yesterday. Ouch.
But my thoughts soon strayed to what had happened after my punishment. He’d held me. For a long time. He’d whispered soothing phrases into my ear, told me he cared about me, and kept kissing my forehead. He’d also wiped away my tears and repeatedly asked if I was all right.
I liked that he’d taken care of me after spanking me, though I was still incredibly embarrassed that I’d been naughty enough to warrant a punishment in the first place. And all because of a car warranty robo-call…
I sat up against the pillows and hugged Mr. Rabbit to my chest as I remembered how sweetly Daddy had carried me to my bed after we had a cuddle. He’d placed me under the covers and sat on the edge of my bed while giving me a sexy, heated look. Then he’d asked if I wantedspecial rubsbetween my legs.
Even now, heat gathered in my core and a steady pulse built as I recalled how expertly he’d brought me to a release, and only using his fingers. But I resisted the urge to touch myself. Not because I worried Daddy might find out, but because I had a schedule to keep today.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. Better get a move on. I hopped out of bed, leaving Mr. Rabbit behind, and hurried for the shower. A fast walk—not a run or even a slow jog. Nope, I’d learned my lesson.
After I showered and dressed, I made a quick breakfast and then headed downstairs to my art studio. A few custom orders had come in on my website last night and I planned to spend the morning working on them.
Around noon, the sign people were stopping by to take measurements, and Daddy would be here around one thirty with a late lunch. He had a staff meeting this morning at his ranch resort that couldn’t be missed.
