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Three months later…
GEMMA
I watchedas the movers loaded the last box onto the truck. Daddy stood next to me, holding my hand. We exchanged a loving glance, and he kissed me on the cheek.
Flutters rose in my stomach and warmth surged between my thighs. Damn. Even after a few months of dating, that happened almost every time he kissed me.
Yes, even just a quick peck on the cheek.
“I’m so happy you’re moving to the ranch, baby girl,” he said, his eyes brimming with affection. “I can’t wait to wake up with you in my arms every day.” He appeared suddenly stern. “I’ll also be able to keep a better eye on you. You won’t be able to get away with any naughtiness, young lady.”
I gave him a sassy look, and when the movers had their backs turned, I even stuck out my tongue at Daddy. His visage became even sterner and I shivered with anticipation. His body tensed and he gently turned me and pushed me in the direction of the house.
“Get inside, naughty girl, and I’ll deal with you later. I just need to speak with the movers quickly.”
I walked up the five stairs to the porch, my eyes on Daddy the whole time, as I took the slowest steps possible. He glanced over his shoulder just before he reached the movers and shot me another stern look that had me moving a bit faster once I reached the top of the stairs. The bell above the door jangled as I pulled it open.
Skipping into the brick house, I gazed around the first floor with an air of satisfaction. I was moving in with Daddy, but I was still keeping my art studio, though I’d closed the shop today in order to finish moving. Business was booming and I needed to be back here bright and early tomorrow morning.
I sighed with contentment as I flipped through the list of custom orders I’d placed next to my work area in the back corner of the studio. A sense of peace settled over me. I’d done it. I’d actually done it—made a fresh start in a brand-new town. Not only that, but I was truly happy. I was thriving.
The sound of a jangling bell alerted me to Daddy’s presence. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face him. Oh my. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood just inside the doorway, his face set in a stern expression that caused heat to gather in my center. His arms dropped to his sides, and he approached me. I pressed my thighs together, watching with bated breath as he came closer.
“I know a certain someone who is acting too big for her britches,” he said.
I made a show of appearing shocked. “Oh? And who would that be, Daddy?” I glanced around the room as though searching for the person he was talking about.
He grasped my chin between his fingers, forcing me to peer directly into his eyes. “Maybe you need a spanking to remind you to behave, little Gemma.” He released my chin, took one step back, and methodically rolled up his sleeves, not blinking once as his gaze remained riveted to me.
“A reminder spanking?” I gasped in feigned outrage. “That’s not a thing, Daddy!”
“I assure you that reminder spankings are indeed a thing. Now, come with me, baby girl. You’ll take your spanking upstairs where the neighbors or a passerby won’t inadvertently glance in a window and witness you getting your bottom reddened.”
I flushed. Not for the first time, the idea of receiving a punishment while others watched left me excited. Heat blossomed in my core, and I struggled for air as Daddy guided me upstairs. I could feel my panties becoming wetter and wetter as he led me into the kitchen.
We’d left the table and chairs behind since I wouldn’t need them at the ranch, and Daddy grabbed one of the chairs and dragged it into the center of the room. The familiar sound that heralded an imminent spanking—the chair scraping along the floor tiles—caused a tingle to rush across my butt cheeks.
Daddy sank down on the chair and guided me to stand between his parted legs. He reached up my skirt and cupped my bottom, allowing his thumb to play with the waistband of my panties. I exhaled a shuddering breath and wondered if he would give me special rubs after my spanking.
“You’ve been a little mouthy this morning, haven’t you, young lady?” he said in a scolding tone.
I quickly thought back on my behavior. Well, I had sniped at him a few times as we finished packing the boxes before the movers arrived. But in my defense, I hadn’t had my usual two cups of coffee yet this morning. Daddy had promised to take me to Kay’s Diner for a late breakfast before we headed back to the ranch.
“But Daddy,” I said, stomping my foot slightly on the floor. “It’s not fair. We had a lot of work to do this morning and I’m running on zero caffeine. It’s not my fault if I maybe kinda sorta sniped at you a few times.” My pulse quickened. He’d said this would be a reminder spanking, but now I was starting to worry he would decide I needed a punishment spanking instead.
“I respect the effort, baby girl, but you’re not talking your way out of this one.” His deep voice resounded with authority. “You’re getting ten smacks. Ten smacks to remind you that you need to watch your attitude, baby girl.” He patted his thigh. “Place yourself over my lap, Gemma. If you cooperate, I might be inclined to rub your privates and make you feel good afterward.”
I took a deep breath before lowering myself over his thick, muscular thighs. He helped me get into position and wasted no time in baring my bottom, flipping my skirt up and tugging my panties down. He forced my legs wide apart and placed a steadying hand on my lower back.
“Oh!” I gasped after the first blow, which came sooner than I’d expected. Usually, Daddy kept me over his lap for a few minutes as he rubbed my bottom and scolded me before starting my spanking.
“Your privates are glistening with your arousal, little Gemma.” He delivered two more firm smacks to my butt and then paused to drag one finger through my wetness.
I whimpered and bucked on his lap, aching and desperate for him to touch my clit and bring me to a release. He rewarded me with three more rapid smacks to the curve of my ass. Ouch. Daddy was spanking me hard. A sting spread across my bottom, and I wriggled over his lap, though I tried not to struggle too much. I really wanted special rubs, and I doubted Daddy would touch my privates if I misbehaved.
The final few slaps came quickly, and I heaved a sigh of relief after he reached ten. Another sigh left me when he started caressing my sore butt. Then his hand delved between my thighs, and I moaned with satisfaction as he stroked a finger over my slit, occasionally brushing over my throbbing nubbin.
“You’re so adorable, little Gemma, with your bottom bright red from a spanking and your smooth pink lips gleaming with your arousal. When we get back to the ranch, Daddy’s going to bend you over the bed and claim you from behind. You’ll have a sore butt and a sore pussy by the time I’m through with you today.”
