Page 21 of Trained By Her Daddy

“The exit card has always been in your hand to play.”

“I know,” I purred, latching onto his elbow.

“Let’s talk about how exquisite you look in your new black dress, and then we can discuss my OCD that you sounded so concerned about.”

“So far, I’ve learned you have terrific vision, impeccable hearing, and possess no sense of humor. What other information do I need?”

His lips pursed. “I have a nose like a bloodhound.”

“How about if I invite Jake to join us for a cookout on Friday night? You’ve never seen him in person, and it seems like a good time for you two to meet.”

Clearing my throat, I thought for a moment and swirled the fragrant burgundy liquid around in my goblet. “Hmm. You aren’t thinking about setting me up for a humiliating scene that I can write about, right?”

His hazel eyes sparkled in the candlelight that illuminated our table in the small family-owned restaurant. “In my house there are no scenes, only real-life consequences. So, you’ll have nothing to worry about if you behave yourself.”

“I have been behaving,” I lied, recalling my earth-shattering orgasm the night before.

John’s eyebrows knitted together as he put his wineglass on the table. “Do you really think I believed your moans last night were caused by a nightmare?”

My mortified body inched back into the padded booth as I drew in a deep sigh. What was I supposed to say? I’d been so turned on by his latest threat I created a fantasy and masturbated to it?

“You knew and didn’t say anything?”

“Your erratic breathing was a dead giveaway, but I wasn’t sure… until now.”

I dropped my head, not wanting to make direct contact with his disappointed eyes, but he cupped my chin and raised it. “Do you know better, young lady?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks burning with sheer humiliation. “Please lower your voice.”

As his nostrils flared, he looked like a judge eager to hand out a sentence. “You’re going to get a good spankin’ from your Daddy when we get home, and I promise it will be one you’ll never forget.”

My eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment just knowing the older couple sitting next to us had heard him scold me. It was to be the longest three-course dinner of my life.

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