Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,18

flooded with heat.

“No,” I blurted, the embarrassment sending me surging to my feet. But I’d never been a good liar and wouldn’t want to start our relationship off on that footing even if I had been... which was true even though there wasn’t actually any relationship brewing between us and our “start” was no doubt just moments away from ending completely.

I sighed, then sucked it up and confessed.

“I mean, yes, actually. I was thinking of you when I chose it. I thought it might show you that we had something in common?”

“What,” he scoffed, “that we both don’t like milk?”

“No, I do like it,” I admitted, squeezing my eyes closed to avoid Ellen’s pitying stare. “I just meant that I only signed up with Cuffd because of you in the first place, so I didn’t need it to, I don’t know, catch anyone else’s attention? Just yours. Because that video you made, you know, when you wrote the letter to Santa, made me think… I mean, I just hoped...”

I let my voice trail off, not ready to confess that part, then sighed, scrubbing a hand over my face. Did it even matter? I’m sure he could already see how ridiculous I’d been. I knew I could.

“Shit, you’re really into me,” Jordan said after a minute.

“Language,” I said reflexively.

Definitely not the best timing. But thankfully, Jordan just laughed.

“You’re taking this Daddy stuff seriously, huh?” he teased, easing some of the tension in my chest. Then, his voice getting all husky and low like it had been at the beginning, he said, “So tell me, Daddy, did you used to jerk off to me back in high school? Get a boner watching me do those back flips at the pep rallies? Lust after my ass while you were walking to class?”

I swallowed, half in shock that he was actually still on the phone with me after how royally I’d flubbed things with him a minute ago, but also half hard again now, too, because… just… yes.

All of that.

Everything he’d just said.

But mostly? The reason my cock started plumping back up was from hearing him call me Daddy again… even if he had said the word a little sarcastically.

“You really do need a spanking,” I said without thinking, palming myself as I pictured putting him over my knee for the sarcasm. “Watch your tone.”

“Dude,” Jordan said, finally sounding like he was smiling again. “You just told me you’re four years younger than me. You’re really going to try and pull this Daddy stuff now?”

My spine stiffened… right along with my dick. If I had a dollar for every time I’d been treated like I was too young for the responsibilities I had, the ones I’d shouldered without any complaint and carried out well, thank you very much, then I really would be in a position to be the kind of Daddy I’d like to be for him. Take care of him the way I imagined. Be a provider and a support and offer him all the stability and security and… and… Jesus. I was getting turned on by financial security.

No, I was getting turned on by Jordan.

He really was a naughty little brat, wasn’t he?

“It doesn’t matter how old I am,” I said firmly, suddenly feeling back on solid ground. “I can still put you over my knee when you need it. Spank the sass right out of you. Teach you how to be good for me and then—” I almost groaned, my voice dropping low as I pictured it, “—reward you so well when you are, baby.”

Baby.

I’d just called Jordan Wendt “baby,” and I wasn’t taking it back.

“Oh... shit,” he said after a beat.

“Language,” I reminded him.

“Dude—”

“It’s Daddy,” I corrected him. “Let me hear you say it.”

The silence dragged out almost long enough to make me second-guess myself, but then, a little breathlessly, Jordan whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

My cock started to throb, and I ground the heel of my hand against it.

“Good boy,” I said hoarsely, pretty sure I was having another out-of-body experience. “Are you—” I had to stop and clear my throat, “—are you done being a brat now?”

He paused. Then, “What if I say no… Daddy?”

I grinned, then scrubbed a hand over my mouth to hide it, even though he couldn’t see me.

“I think I just told you what would happen,” I said, making sure I sounded stern instead of giddy. “Is that what you’re hoping for? You want Daddy to give you the spanking you told Santa you needed?