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“Oh, come on,Daddy,” one of the girls said mockingly. “Hanna says she’s new in town and doesn’t have any friends. We’d love to show her around.”
“Absolutely not!” His incensed tone earned him curious stares from several diners.
Hanna looked hurt and confused. Her eyes flashed. “If I want to go to a movie with someone my own age, Mr. Foster, I have a right to do so.”
“Mr. Foster? I thought he was your dad?” another of the girls said. The three of them exchanged glances, giggling.
“It’s time to go, Hanna. Now.”
Though her face reddened and her eyes still blazed, Hanna nodded and said a quick apology to the three young women before taking a step toward Ben. Without thinking, he gripped her upper arm and guided her outside, not releasing her until they reached the truck.
“Young lady, I ought to give you a good spanking for that. I told you in town you needed to do as I say and call me Daddy. I warned you about people trying to take advantage of you. Did you not listen to a word I said? What were you thinking, arguing with me and calling me Mr. Foster in front of the whole restaurant?” He leaned down to scold her, hands braced against the car door on either side of her body, pinning her in place without actually touching her.
Lower lip trembling, she peered up at him from under thick eyelashes, her cheeks suddenly pale. “I…. I…” She fumbled to speak but soon clamped her mouth shut.
“Those girls were high as a kite, Hanna. That means they were on drugs. Couldn’t you smell it? They reeked. You could get in serious trouble hanging out with a group of girls like that. You could end up in jail or worse.”
“I’m sorry.” Her apology came out in a shaky whisper. “I thought they were being nice to me. I-I didn’t know.”
As he considered the situation from her point of view, most of his anger dissipated. He couldn’t hold her responsible for her naivety. He backed up, dropping his arms to his sides.
“We’ll talk about it at home,” he said.
As they finished the rest of their shopping, Ben found it hard to concentrate, and Hanna avoided looking him in the eye. His threat to spank her hung between them. Her brief defiance had called up his stern, protective side.
She was his responsibility.
She was young and needed guidance.
By the time they arrived back at the cabin in the early evening, turning Hanna over his knee for a bare-bottom spanking was all he could think about.
The urge to scold her, spank her, and comfort her in his arms afterward was the strongest urge he’d had in ages.
CHAPTER5
The tensionas Hanna placed breakfast on the table almost brought her to tears. It was a relief to know she could cry again, but she couldn’t abide this unease that lingered between her and Mr. Foster.
He’d lectured her last night about the dangers of the outside world, and he’d seemed the most upset that she’d argued with him in public. She felt awful. She would’ve never dared argue with any of her family members in public.
Shame welled up tight within her until she lost her appetite and picked at the eggs and bacon.
Acutely aware of his every move, she suffered through breakfast. He informed her that he would be working on his computers most of the day. He designed webpages for businesses, and while she wasn’t quite sure what that meant, she knew he worked for long hours on the computer, sometimes staying up late past the time she retired.
A spanking.
Yesterday, in the parking lot, he’d said he should spank her. How unexpected. And terrifying. Until she’d witnessed his fury firsthand, she’d thought him to be a gentle man.
She ran a hand through her shortened hair in frustration. Even though the thought of a spanking scared her, the thought of being spanked by Mr. Foster also left her squirming.
Though she hated to experience pain, her curiosity kept growing—right alongside her guilt over disappointing him. The whole restaurant had witnessed her blatant display of disrespect.
Young lady, I ought to give you a good spanking for that…
If he spanked her, how would he do it?
Would he turn her over his knee, or would he direct her to bend over a table or a desk?
He wouldn’t be cruel. A man like Mr. Foster would be loving in his punishments. Of this she was certain. He wouldn’t punch or kick her in anger. He hadn’t threatened to do that at all, nor had he yelled hurtful words into her ears. He wasn’t a violent man.
