Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,37
of pale skin to bright blushing pink.
“No! Ow!”
“No?” He dropped his aim, catching her sit spots, where the tender tops of her thighs melted into the curve of her blushing bottom.
Losing the bid for obedience, she tried to get up and only stopped because he picked her up. He carried her to the couch, ignoring her gasp and startled shout.
“W-Wait! Put me down! D-Daddy? Daddy, put me down!”
He did, straight over the back of the couch. She tried to push back up and off, but his hand on the small of her back stopped her. She tried to crawl over the high back to fall facedown on the cushions. He stopped that too, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and twisting to pull it tight enough to hold her.
“Daddy, please! Not hard! You’re being too hard.”
“I’ve just started, baby girl. You have no idea how hard Daddy’s spankings can get, but you’re about to find out. I intend to make sure you never, ever leave me to worry about you the way I did today.” Now that she was secure in a position that wouldn’t cause her injured foot accidental pain, he let her have it. Hard and fast, his iron-hard palm bounced off her flush bottom, back and forth, up and down, catching the tops of her thighs with every third or fourth slap, just to drive it home.
She threw back her hand, palm up, fingers splayed, and promptly burst into tears when he caught her naughty arm and pinned that wayward wrist into the grip of his other hand.
“Do that again, and Daddy’s belt will come off sooner than you want it to.”
Her other hand shot back.
“Georgia,” he warned.
She grabbed her bottom and tried to hold on when he caught that wrist and easily pried her hand away.
“I changed my mind, Daddy,” she sobbed. “I changed my mind!”
It wasn’t the safeword, but Kace had only a moment’s indecision to wonder if she meant it before deciding in favor of caution. Releasing her hands, he removed the ginger plug and tossed it into the nearest garbage. Careful of her foot, he pulled her off the back of the couch and into his arms. She let him press her head against his shoulder, which was a good sign he hadn’t taken it too far, and perhaps she hadn’t even meant him to stop. She even wrapped her hands hesitantly around him when he embraced her, and that went a long way toward telling him what this really was.
She was inexperienced, and it had become intense, the way well-earned spankings should. Far faster, harder, and more painful than his last spanking had been, right from the start, and she hadn’t expected it. That was all right. He kissed the top of her head. She was about to find out she hadn’t yet received half of what she was due.
“It’s all right,” he said as she let go of him to grab her bottom, rubbing fitfully to extinguish the smart pain. “It’s all right.”
He stroked her back until the raggedness of her crying had diminished to sniffles and gasps. Pulling away, he bent down to put her underwear back and even pulled them up until they were once more covering her tender bottom.
She watched in confused disbelief as he smoothed her skirt down into place. Done, he braced his hands on the back of the couch on either side of her, studied her, and waited.
Dawning realization of what he’d just done crept across her face and into her dismay-stricken eyes.
“You aren’t done,” she guessed.
He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I’m not.”
Her expression crumpled. “Then why did you stop?” she cried, betrayed.
“Because,” he said simply, “you told me you changed your mind, and I won’t do this without your consent.”
“But I gave it to you!”
“What you give, you also have the power to take away. I couldn’t tell if you meant it when you said you changed your mind. What’s the safeword?”
Sniffling, holding her bottom with both hands, she looked adorable. She was also just rattled enough, she had to think before she answered.
“I want to pay my bill?”
He’d been right to stop.
“Sorry, baby girl. You’ve been naughty, and you still have one hell of a spanking coming, but if you want the rest of it, you have to ask for it.”
Chapter Nine
Ask for it? He was kidding, right?
The whole way time she was waiting for him to get showered and changed so they could go to dinner, she couldn’t stop thinking about