Jessica's Cowboy Daddy - Melinda Barron Page 0,44
“Whatever you say, Sir. Or is it Daddy?”
“Sir at first, and then I’ll switch personalities, as will you as the day progresses. First you get your punishment. A nice, harsh one.”
“What do you think Nick would think of us having nasty sex in his cabin?”
“He’d ask why we didn’t invite him to watch.”
Jessica stopped and stared. “He would?” Then her mouth fell open. “You’ve never done that before… have you?”
“No.” He wiggled his finger at her. “And before you ask there are no cameras out here. Nick and I already talked about it.”
Her heart raced and she said, “You’re not filling me with confidence.”
“Do you think I would put you in a situation that might be recorded?”
“No.” She knew he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean she trusted Nick to tell Hawk the truth.
“If you’re thinking he might have hidden a nanny cam in the bedroom, where I might add we’ve already had sex, or in the living room, then perhaps we should try the dining room. There’s only a table and chairs in there. Not anything on the walls.”
“I’ll go for that,” she said. He was being overly nice to her right now, and she knew it was because of the situation she faced. He wasn’t his usual Hawk, and that upset her.
“You know what, I’ve changed my mind,” she said. “I don’t want to be spanked. Forget it.”
“Excuse me?” He cocked his head and stared at her.
“I have so much on my mind right now I don’t need you adding to it.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
She could see the anger building in his eyes, and it was all she could do not to burst into laughter. Usually by now he’d figured out she was putting him on, just being a royal brat. But maybe the fuss she’d put up about possible cameras caught him off guard. Even if Nick did have cameras in his cabin he would never use a recording he’d made of them, because Hawk was a lawman and, she reminded herself, she had a lawyer now. A good one.
“Scamper off,” she said. She waved her fingers in his direction. “I’ll make a pie. I feel like baking.”
“Strip.”
Oh my, he’d figured it out.
“Excuse me? I don’t believe that’s in my pie recipe.” She waved her fingers at him again. “Scamper off. I don’t feel like being punished right now.”
That did it. Her strong Sir rushed toward her, and before she could move he grabbed her around the hips and threw her over his shoulder. They were on the front porch before she voiced her disapproval. He set her down and turned her toward the front railing. To her surprise there were ropes there. True to form, Hawk had her bound to the porch in seconds.
Hawk put his arms around her and undid her jeans. As he worked them down over her hips, Jessica struggled against her bonds. This wasn’t playtime, and he was probably not happy with her for playing the brat earlier. He hadn’t teased her about being ready, or being on display, or anything that might have cut the tension.
As much as she wanted a spanking, she was upset with herself for trying to turn it into a game. That was the wrong thing to do. Hawk lowered her panties. Seconds later she heard him undoing the buckle on his belt. There would be no sex after this spanking; there never was after a punishment spanking.
He stepped to her left and put his hand on the small of her back.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because I went off without permission, after you told me you were worried I was in danger.”
Sometimes she hated following orders like that. She wanted to be her own person, but she also wanted Hawk to hold her in his arms, to keep her safe. And heavens above she loved being spanked. But today’s spanking would not be fun.
Hawk rubbed the leather against her bottom and said, “Prepare yourself.”
He slapped her ass with the leather, and did it again, and again, and again. Jessica tried to relax, because the tenser she was the worse it hurt.
To try and take her mind off the pain she recited the recipe for chocolate banana bread in her mind, over and over, butter, sugar, bananas, butter—wait, had she already said butter?
The belt slapped against her ass again and again, the pain spreading through her behind. He didn’t ignore her thighs, and when he started to slap there,