Page 54 of Johnny Gun

Rubbing her forehead against the bed, she growled.

“Twelve.”

This was punishment all right. And if she didn’t make an effort to take her medicine correctly, the dose would increase. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her shoulders.

“Are we ready to begin?”

She nodded.

He slapped her right cheek with the same intensity as the first time.

How could he be so accurate?

“One,” she said as the errant thought passed through her mind.

The following smacks continued at the same pace. He spread them over her rear and upper thighs, but each one fell harder, harder, and even harder.

By the time the eighth slap landed on her, she fisted and bit the sheets as burning waves traveled down her legs and up her lower back. Her brain jeered at her,Piece of cake, right?Vowing silently she’d never challenge Johnny again and would obey him without question, she endured the remaining four smacks bymentally encouraging herself.Three to go. Two left. One more, and you’re home free.

The strikes stopped, and Johnny pressed his hand on her lower back. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Move? She was panting and throbbed everywhere. When he returned, he sat at her side, and despite the pain, his nearness infused her with a reassuring warmth she was desperate for.

“I’m very proud of you, little one. Hold still while I put this cream on you.” His rough hands were gentle as he smoothed a cool, soothing cream on her burning backside.

“What is it?”

“Arnica cream. I saw it at the store and decided to buy it. I had a feeling I would have to use it soon.”

“Really?” She sighed, feeling better already.

“Yes, shortcake. And I’m keeping it handy. With your temper, it’s a good thing to have.”

“Very funny.”

He laughed. “I think it is.”

Tired of being in this position, she pushed against the bed to stand, but he clasped her shoulder to keep her down. “Stay. I’ll take care of this.”

The noise of her drawers opening and closing came to her. When he returned, he lifted her in a curled-up position and gently put her down on the bed. It was mind-boggling and sexually stirring how easily he handled her.

“Soft jammies are the best thing to wear when your butt is sore.”

Leaning one knee on the bed, he pulled her jeans and panties from around her feet and tossed them aside. He was focused on his job and didn’t notice her shyness at being naked from the waist down. Despite her initial modesty, hot arousal and a raging desire to open her legs wide and display the mysteries of her pussy for Daddy’s pleasure took over. Would he touch her, exploreher folds, dip his finger inside her? The thought had her heart racing.

Johnny removed her blouse and bra. Her nipples stood erect. Instinctively, she arched toward his touch. He tightened his eyebrows. “Are you enjoying this, princess? Being dressed this way?”

“I—I think so, Daddy. I feel hot, good. Excited.”

“You think? Explain this to me.”

Heat flushed her face. “I’ve…never.”

The curious frown turned to wide eyes. “Oh, baby. Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex before.”

She winced. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a problem. I thought men loved the idea of a having a virgin?”

“Having? Not the word I’d use, but you misunderstood me, sweetheart.” He cupped her face. “I had no idea, and it’s kind of a surprise. But it does change things.”

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