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He paused to rub her punished flesh. “I’m doing this because I care about you, Hanna. I was a fool not to see it before, but even though you like your newfound freedom, you still need rules and structure in your life. I can give that to you. I want to give that to you.”
As his words sank in, as well as the fact that he’d ordered her to address him asDaddy, he thrashed her backside with a series of quick, painful slaps that broke through her self-control and left her crying out. Sobs caused her shoulders to heave when his hand stilled again, and he soon started rubbing her tender bottom.
“Shh, little girl. It’s over now. All is forgiven.”
CHAPTER6
Ben helpedHanna rise to her feet. She buried her face in her hands, though her crying had stopped. No doubt she couldn’t look at him yet. He knelt to pull her panties up, and she was so deep in her shame that she didn’t protest his familiarity with her body.
“Come here.” He pried her hands away and wiped at the remainder of her tears with a tissue. “Are you all right?”
“Yah. I-I mean yes. Thank you, Mr. Fost… Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” She smiled at him through her misery.
A tremor coursed up his thighs, and desire tightened his balls when she called him Daddy. The idea had struck him in the heat of the moment, and her receptiveness to the name change pleased him.
He cupped her face, not allowing her to look away. “I don’t want to take your choices away from you, Hanna. But I do expect you to follow the few rules I have. I promise I only want to protect you. I won’t let you carry around guilt, and if a spanking helps you feel better, I’ll give you a spanking.” If anyone understood the devastation of guilt, it was Ben.
“It did make me feel better, but I didn’t expect you to…” Her words trailed off and she blushed.
“Spank your bare bottom?”
“Right. I didn’t expect that.”
He hadn’t expected it either. He felt wicked for baring her to his gaze. At the time he’d told himself he only wanted to punish her properly, but the truth was much darker than that. He’d wanted to see her little ass turning red under his slaps. The fruits of his labor. And he’d wanted to glimpse the sweetness between her thighs as she squirmed over his lap.
He’d also wanted to slip his fingers into her wet core, but he had at least shown some restraint in that department.
This time.
“Do you wish to be spanked over your panties or over your dress next time?” he asked.
“Next time?” Her eyes widened and she appeared flustered.
“If I have to spank you again, Hanna,” he said.
She gawked at him as the seconds ticked by. Outside, Lady barked and her footsteps sounded on the porch. The wind chimes clattered their familiar slow song. A gust of wind lifted the curtains and sent a few papers flying off his desk. Lost in the moment as their eyes remained locked, he waited for her answer, heart hammering in his chest.
“If you have to spank me again, I suppose it should be as it was this time. I-I trust you to give me what I need.” Her eyes filled with so much trust as she gazed at him that his chest suddenly felt tight.
Bare bottom. His cock hardened and strained against his jeans. Not exactly perfect timing when he’d planned to give her a hug. But he couldn’t send her away without offering her comfort. Hell, he needed it as much as she did after bringing her to tears.
“Come here. Come to Daddy.” He gathered her close, tucking her head under his chin. He stroked her hair and wrapped an arm around her waist. She melted against him, circling her arms around his center and pressing her cheek to his chest.
He never wanted to release her.
If he could have stopped time, he would have done so without a second thought, even if it cost him his soul.
He leaned into her, inhaling the scent of the shampoo they’d picked up at a drug store after leaving the pizza place yesterday. In fact, he’d gotten her all sorts of feminine toiletries he suspected she wasn’t accustomed to. It occurred to him that her legs had appeared smooth and bare when he lifted her dress. Apparently, she’d used some of the stuff he’d bought her. More transformation. The shy, sheltered Amish girl was disappearing, and a beautiful, innocent woman was taking her place.
More barking from Lady broke into his reverie, and he pulled back far enough to place a kiss on Hanna’s forehead. She blushed again. It appeared he pushed her limits, but it also appeared she liked it.
“No one has hugged me in years. Well, besides my little nieces and nephews. My mother was the last adult to hug me, and that was when I was five years old, right before she died.”
“The Amish don’t hug each other?” He’d had no idea. He was stunned.
“We do. Sometimes. But it’s not allowed in public. My daat is rather rigid on the subject and doesn’t encourage it at home either.”
Though Hanna had grown up a few miles away, she might as well have been from another country, as different as her upbringing had been.
