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He nodded. “I see. You sassed, not me. Even though I’m jumping through hoops to keep you safe, you’re the one doing silly, dangerous things and taking chances.” He crossed one leg over the other. “The way I see it, presenting your full sweet bottom for punishment is a sign of repentance, the least you can do, and what your Daddy expects. If you disagree, I can make arrangements to have you stay with someone else. Maybe with the captain or the lady in your neighborhood. Your place is trashed. Going home is out of the question.”

Her heart jumped.Wait. Is he ending the relationship?

“What are you saying?”

“We’re at the crossroads. You have to take responsibility for your actions.” Barron uncrossed his legs, but his usual lighthearted expression turned serious. The soothing warmth he always gave her was nowhere. “Decision’s yours.”

Cold panic filled her soul. They were breaking up because she wouldn’t pull her panties down?

No. You know better.

This was about admitting her misdeeds and accepting her Daddy’s rules. She shouldn’t be surprised. On their first date, he’d been clear about her taking risks and the resulting consequences. Call it macho, alpha a-hole, patriarchal, domineering, whatever. Those were his Daddy rules. He didn’t force them on her. She always had a choice, and she’d agreed.

It’s crunch time, Yoanni.

Take it or leave it.

She moved closer to his thighs. Slowly, she wiggled, inserting her thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, then pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out, picked them up, and dropped them on his palm. One more gesture and her submission was complete. Bending over, she settled her stomach on his thighs, offering her bare rear. The strongest arousal she’d ever experienced surged over her.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

His warm palm kneaded her lower back. “My sweet little girl, you make me the happiest man on earth.”

CHAPTER TEN

“Get ready for fifteen smacks. Count them out loud. I don’t want to hear anything else.” Barron kept his tone distant, sensing his lack of emotion would set Yoanni off.

The explosion of temper came right on cue.

“Fifteen?” She fidgeted on his lap. “Why fifteen? Don’t you think that’s excessive?”

Passion ruled Yoanni. Her emotions were strong, and she carried them right on the surface. She was an exciting handful who often reminded him of whitewater rafting. If he tackled her rapids carefully, he’d make it to gentler, more loving waters. Despite the challenges along the way, the ride was absolutely worth it.

Removing her panties had been a huge concession on her part. Her beautiful obedience moved him to the depths of his soul, and it was sexy as fuck. Not only did she cement her presence in his being forever, but she also gave him a major erection despite the lingering concussion headache.

He pressed his palm on her lower back. “Disobedient littlegirls always get punished. You know the rules. Sass earned you five, and the shenanigans with the stepladder earned you ten. There’s your fifteen. Before we begin, I must do this.” He slid his palm from her lower back in a slow, caressing journey, past her firm buttocks, and continued down the crack, searching for her warm pussy.

He tapped her sheath’s damp entry. “Spread your legs.” As soon as she did, he thrust two fingers into her liquid heat. “Hmm, you’re ready for this.” He scissored his fingers, then pulled them out. Moaning in protest, she wiggled her ass. She was so delicious and tempting. He could forget the spanking and have fun instead. But the lingering headache from yesterday’s blow kept him in discipline mode.

“No, baby. This is punishment.”

Opening his hand, he struck across the middle of her firm buttocks. Yoanni gasped. Her delectable flesh jiggled under his palm, but she said nothing. He dropped his arm to the side, giving her a chance to catch on. A minute passed, and still nothing came from her. She needed a reminder. With his left arm, Barron pulled some of her sleep T-shirt out of his way, exposing one breast and her taut, beckoning nipple. He pinched the tip, and she stiffened.

“Huh?”

“That’s not what I told you to say. We’re up to sixteen.”

“But.”

“Seventeen.”

“Okay. I forgot. I’m sorry. One.”

“No. That was a warm-up. We begin again.” His palm landed on her ass.

“One,” she exclaimed, though it sounded closer to a screech and teetered on the edge of disrespect. But she was also pretty tense. He decided to let it ride. For now.

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