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CHAPTER9
“I don’t understand.Why must I lie down on my stomach? I thought that’s supposed to go in my mouth?” Her troubled, innocent expression made her appear younger. Locks of silky golden hair rested around her shoulders in disarray, and her cheeks were eternally flushed. God, he loved it when she blushed.
“I’m trying to help you, Hanna, and you’ve been quite the naughty little girl. Naughty little girls get their temperatures taken in their bottom holes.”
All the color drained from her face, every last shade of pink that had stained her cheeks a moment ago disappearing in a flash. As she shook her head, her hair flipped about her face. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Turn over on your stomach. Now. Or I’ll leave and return with a wooden spoon.” His cock shifted at the prospect of smacking her bottom with a spoon as he imagined the way she would squirm and cry out as she tried to dodge the punishing blows. She would likely beg him to stop, too.Please, Daddy.Suddenly the room felt unbearably hot.
She took a deep breath and slowly moved into position, lying down on her stomach overtop the covers. Though her shorts were back in place, he saw evidence of her recent spanking on the backs of her thighs. The sight caused his cock to harden further, and his balls felt heavier and tighter with each breath. If he didn’t pluck the temptation before him tonight, it would be a miracle. He schooled his features to be stern and approached her to take a seat on the bed next to her.
He placed a hand on her bottom. “All you had to do was obey me and stay on the couch and allow me to take your temperature. I would be done by now had you not thrown a fit, and I wouldn’t have had to place it in your tight little bottom hole either. You asked for this punishment, young lady. Now be a good girl for me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just really didn’t want you to take my temperature.”
“Why not?”
“Because I know I don’t have a fever.”
“Let’s find out,” he said, reaching for the thermometer. He placed it, along with the Vaseline and towel, down on the bed beside her. “But first I think you need a few more spanks. I’m not happy that you left the living room. I sincerely hope you learn to follow instructions better.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into the covers. “I’m sorry I fought you.”
He dragged her shorts and panties down together until they bunched above her knees. She had the cutest little bottom. He caressed her reddened cheeks for several seconds, hoping his attentions calmed her and reminded her of the trust she’d placed in him by consenting to his discipline.
A sigh left her throat, causing him to wonder if she enjoyed his touch. He gave himself a mental shake. He’d promised her a few more spanks.
Smack!He brought his hand down sharply on her flesh, over and over. She gasped with each blow, but she didn’t attempt to rise up. Such a good girl, he thought. After a dozen strikes, he resumed massaging her buttocks with one hand while he reached for the Vaseline.
“Have you had your temperature taken this way before?” he asked.
“No.” She peered over her shoulder, watching as he uncapped the container.
He scooped a dollop of ointment onto his finger. “I want you to be my good girl for this part.” He arched an eyebrow, and she settled back down on the bed, burying her face in the covers.
Her hands curled into tiny fists and her whole body tensed. Ben took way too much pleasure in splaying her ass cheeks apart to expose her tight hole. He also spread her much wider than necessary. Fuck, he was ready to explode in his pants. Ready to press her down and fuck that tight hole. But he couldn’t. Even if Hanna wasn’t sick, he couldn’t act on such roguish impulses, and her well-being was far more important than his.
“I’m going to moisten you now. Be very still. This will help the thermometer ease inside you without hurting. I don’t want to hurt you.”
With that, he placed the ointment to her rosebud.
“Oh!” She shifted her hips but remained in place.
Ben coated her opening, taking his time to spread the Vaseline all over until it glistened over her pink puckering skin. “You’re being a very good girl, Hanna.”
He wiped his hand on the towel and reached for the thermometer. He spread her cheeks apart with one hand and placed the tip to her most secret entrance. Her hole clenched and unclenched as he slid it inside. When it was fully seated, he let her cheeks close and remained near her with a possessive hand on her backside, lest she decide to reach back and pull the thermometer out.
“Three minutes,” he announced.
Three long minutes was more like it.
He wasn’t sure if he blinked once.
His eyes refused to leave the lovely sight before him: Hanna laying stomach-down on the bed with a thermometer poking out of her freshly spanked bottom. How he ached to sink within her depths, to stroke her pink pussy, to teach her all about pleasure; preferably after he’d reddened her backside. Disciplining her awakened his primal side, the side of him that burned for her more each day, as well as the side of him that liked playing daddy to her baby girl.
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
“Time’s up.”
