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She thought about it for a moment, then slid her hands behind her back. Without a word, he gripped her wrists, pinning them in place.
“It’s just a count of ten,” he told her, and she huffed out a breath.
“Just ten, he says,” she muttered under her breath.
“I could make it twenty.”
Her body jerked as she glanced over her shoulder. “Twenty! No way!”
“Face forward and count.”
She tried to hold her grumbles in as she shifted back into position, resting her forehead on the couch again. His hand was warm as he smoothed it over her bare bottom, gently massaging one cheek, then the other.
“Why are you getting a spanking?” he asked, his fingers slipping between her legs once more.
Oh, bullfuzzies. She should’ve known he wanted her to talk.
“Because…” She trailed off. Why was she getting a spanking again? “Because I wanted to film a sex tape?”
He paused, his fingers spreading her pussy. Couldn’t he have moved his hand if he was going to freeze? Sheesh.
“No,” he said slowly, drawing the word out. “Try again.”
“Because I’m just too cute and you can’t handle it?”
She didn’t hear his laugh, but she felt it. Another win for Abbie! Go her!
“Well, that’s true, but not why you’re getting punished.” She made a humming sound as she thought. No, really. Why was she getting punished? She couldn’t remember. “Your sass.”
“Oh. Right. The usual.”
“The usual,” he agreed, sighing heavily.
A sass spanking was pretty much a daily occurrence. But she couldn’t stop her mouth from just saying words. It had a mind of its own—and no, telling Daddy that wouldn’t work. She’d tried it before. He didn’t seem to believe it, even though it was definitely true.
“You know what’s expected.” She nodded, but when his hand still didn’t move, she sighed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Her body flushed and coiled tight at the praise. It might’ve been an addiction at this point—his praise, his touch, his everything.
Smack!
“I wasn’t ready!” she screamed, her body bowing off the couch. He kept her hands planted firmly in place, his legs tightening around hers, keeping her body balanced on his thigh.
“Do I need to start over, or are you going to count?”
“One, Daddy! May I have another?”
He really wasn’t holding back this time. Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe it really was the sass—whatever it was, her poor bottom was paying for it. Stupid mouth. She’d never let it run on its own ever again.
Smack!
Another scream tore from her throat. “Daddy!” she cried. “It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” he murmured. “You okay, pretty girl?”
