Page 23 of Biker's Babygirl

Shedoeshave to be taught a lesson. That much is certain. But perhaps my first instinct isn’t the right way to go.

“I’ll give you a choice,” I say at last, my voice soft. “I can either spank you, or you can be my captive for the night.”

I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but her eyes go even wider. “What… what does that mean?”

I chuckle to myself. “Don’t worry, little girl, I don’t have any nefarious schemes in mind. I just mean I’ll keep you where I can keep an eye on you.”

“Um…” She bites down on her bottom lip, chewing it as she processes. “I… I mean, I guess… okay.”

Swallowing another chuckle, I level her with a stern gaze. “Okay to what? You going over my knee and having your panties pulled down?” I can’t help but notice she gives a little shiver. “Or…”

“I’ll… I’ll go with you… Sir.”

My brows shoot up. Interesting. Up until this point, she hasn’t exactly shown herself to be agreeable. It looks like the threat of a spanking was just what this little girl needed to get in line. “Okay. Come on then, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. And even if you’re not,” I add, my voice taking on a warning tone, “you’re going to letmesleep. Understand?”

Mutely, she nods.

“Good girl.” I gently take her by the elbow and hoist her from the chair before leading her down the hallway to my room. It’s a short walk.

She hovers awkwardly in the doorway as I stride inside. I can feel her eyes on me as I go to my closet and begin to rifle through the stuff on the top shelf. Finally finding what I was looking for, I turn around, and when she catches sight of what I have in my hands, her eyes widen.

“What… I mean, what are you… what do you think you’re going to do with that?” she manages at last, trying for a tough-girl voice that falls short when it shakes and quivers.

“I told you that you would be my captive for the night.”

“Well… yes, but…”

I shake my head, dismissing unspoken protests. “Listen, Ginny, I’m only going to say this once: I gave you a choice, and this is what you chose.”

She swallows hard, her eyes on the silk coils of rope in my hands. “I know, but I didn’t…”

“Would you like to change your mind? Take the spanking instead?” I ask, the picture of generosity as far as I’m concerned.

She hesitates, her eyes downcast and drags her toe across the floor. In the end, she pouts, and truly does look the picture of the naughty little girl. “No,” she says at last, sullen.

“Ginny, look at me.”

When she raises her eyes, she’s glowering, shooting sparks out of those emerald beauties.

Ignoring her ire, I speak gently. “You understand that I’m doing this for your own good, don’t you?”

“You said you’re punishing me,” she snaps, her eyes flaring.

“I did,” I reply calmly, “and I am. But that doesn’t mean it’s not for your own good. You could have been seriously hurt, Ginny. I need you to understand that. I’m a doctor, and I’m honor-bound to do no harm. Do you understand that?”

Her only answer is to cross her arms and glare at me.

“You could have injured yourself worse, causing more blood loss. Even if that didn’t happen, how smart do you think it is for a girl like you to be traipsing outside at night?—”

“A girl like me?” she interrupts hotly.

I can feel my spanking hand itch again, and I acknowledge to myself that the longer she stays, the likelier it is that she’s going to get the butt-burning she desperately needs. Still, I keep my voice patient as I respond. “Yes, a girl who is injured and has no way to defend herself from whatever wild animals might find her.”

Her mouth is a hard line, but she doesn’t say more.

“Who smell the blood on her and come out. Predators hunt at night, Ginny.”

And there it is. Her eyes go wide, then fill with a sheen of tears.

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