Page 77 of Their Forever Daddy

“Much better, little girl. If I have to remind you again, I’ll be sending you back to the front seat to fetch that plug.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” His title was coming more easily, and with slightly less humiliation now. “And I’m sorry I pushed about where we’re going. I’m… not known for my patience.”

“That’s all right. Daddy knows exactly how to teach naughty little girls to be more patient.”

With that, the spanking started again. Harder than before, hard enough to have her crying out and wriggling over his knee as he heated her bottom. Jesus, the man could spank. The swats stung more than she’d expected, each one layering fresh pain over the ones that had come before, until she was feeling very sorry indeed for pushing her luck.

By the time he paused again, stroking his heavy palm over her warm skin, she was panting for breath. Both from the struggle of trying to escape the spanking and from the need between her thighs making her absolutely frantic for his touch.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now, little pixie?”

“I’ll be the best girl if you touch me, Daddy. Please.”

Chuckling softly, he let his hand drift down between her thighs, a too-light touch trailing over the gusset of her panties. “Do you want Daddy to make you come, pretty little pixie?”

“Fuck, yes. I might actually die if you don’t.”

“Hmm.” His thoughtful hum accompanied the press of his fingers to her clit. Even through the thin material of her panties, it was like an electric shock that had her gasping and pressing her hips back against his hand. “I don’t normally reward naughty little girls with orgasms.”

Through the haze of need, she realized with a growing dread that she’d grossly miscalculated what her actual punishment might be. “I’ll be so good the rest of the night. I swear.”

“Very tempting. But… I think you’ll be even better behaved if you know you have an orgasm waiting for you at the end of the night. Up you go.”

Sitting up on her knees, her bottom burning and her clit throbbing, she glared at him. “That was incredibly mean.”

“I know.” He grinned, looking rather proud of himself, and she resisted the urge to snarl. “I’m going to enjoy flexing my sadist muscles to keep you in line, little pixie.”

“I can’t wait,” she grumbled. But she couldn’t quite hide the smile on her face as she said it.

Chapter 28

Edie

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They exited the back seat just as a car passed them going the opposite direction and heat rushed to Edie’s face. She’d been so caught up in her spanking, she hadn’t even been paying attention to the traffic. Hopefully nobody had actually seen anything.

Unfortunately for her, the idea of being seen only heightened her already painful arousal, and she spent the rest of the ride to their secret destination shifting in her seat. Not to ease the ache in her bottom, which truthfully wasn’t all that bad, but to try and find a position that might offer some kind of relief for the ache in her pussy.

Needless to say, she wasn’t in the best of moods by the time he parked in front of what looked like an old barn. “You know I live on a farm, right?” she asked, her sulky mood making the sarcasm in her tone sharper than usual.

“I do. Which is why I thought you might appreciate this more than some fancy restaurant in the city.”

The curiosity she’d felt before her spanking piqued once more, distracting her slightly from the throbbing need between her legs as he exited the car and came around to help her out. Linking her arm with his, she let herself be led down the brightly lit walkway to the door. Warm lights spilled out as the doors were pushed open by a pair of what looked to be smartly dressed waiters.

Before she could ask what he’d done, they stepped inside. It was, as she’d thought, an old barn. But the interior had been completely remodeled into what seemed to be a giant event space. Fairy lights were strung from the rafters, which was where the glow had come from. Music filled the space, enough to lend a sense of warmth and comfort to the atmosphere, but not so loud as to be distracting.

And there, in the middle of the enormous space, stood a single table covered in a white tablecloth with two place settings. A bottle of what appeared to be champagne sat chilling in a bucket of ice, and a third waiter stood beside the table, a welcoming smile on his face.

“Do you like your surprise, little pixie?”

It was, without a doubt, the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. And it wasn’t just the money involved, which she tried not to think about because she had a feeling the actual number would make her a little nauseous. It was the fact that everything about this night seemed so perfectly tailored to her.

Turning to face him, she looped her arms around his neck. “It’s perfect… Daddy.”

Hunger flashed in his eyes a moment before his lips crushed hers. If it hadn’t been for the staff watching them, she had the distinct feeling she’d be naked on the floor of this barn in two seconds flat. It was a heady feeling, knowing she could push such a strong man to the brink, and it left her feeling a bit light-headed as they took their seats at the table. Well, as she took her seat, in the chair Grant held out for her before he rounded the table and claimed his own chair.

She’d never considered herself very girly, or romantic. And while Ken had been exactly what she’d needed when she’d needed him, he’d never really been the candlelight dinners and flowers type.

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