Page 55 of Forever His Brat

It wasn’t as pretty as the first; of course it also wasn’t finished. She looked back inside the crate and noticed small cans of polyurethane, brushes, and some sandpaper. Suddenly she had a feeling she knew what the special job Sam had mentioned was going to be.

He cleared his throat behind her, and she jumped. “I honestly thought you’d last longer than that.”

She put everything back inside before she turned around and tried to look casual. “We both knew I was going to look. Figured I might as well get it over with.” She grinned sheepishly.

“Uh-huh.” He stepped around her and unpacked everything all over again as Charlie sat back down.

“Did you… did you make those?”

“Yep. I made them for you, for us.” He hooked a finger in the leather cord, so the heart paddle dangled from his hand. He set it to swinging in front of her. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s the most beautiful paddle I’ve ever seen—andit looks like it’s going to sting like hell.”

Sam chuckled. “That’s what I was going for. Let’s give it a try and see how it feels.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I’m sure it’s—”

“Up Charlie, now.” The playful look receded to be replaced by a firmer one as he jerked his chin in her direction.

Charlie dragged herself out of her seat. “You know, some girls get surprised with flowers.”

“I’ve given you flowers plenty of times. This is different.” He stopped, snorted a laugh and then added, “It will make roses bloom on your backside though.”

She resisted the urge to say something snarky. Ducking her head probably didn’t keep him from knowing she’d rolled her eyes though.

“Besides this lasts longer than flowers. I’ll be able to use this on you for years. I might even add a few more coats of poly to make it extra sturdy. Now, drop your jeans and bend over, Charlie girl.” He stepped back, waiting.

It was her third spanking of the day, and she was still feeling a bit of residual tenderness from the first two. It hadn’t been enough to make her uncomfortable while she sat, her backside was tougher than that. It just made her very aware of her ass.

She took her time dragging her jeans down over her hips. The panties were next; she didn’t bother waiting to be told to pull them down. Then she hesitated. “Daddy, are yousurewe can’t try it out another day?”

“Positive. I owe you another twenty-five for disobeying, don’t I? This is on you, Charlie girl. You could have stayed out of the box and when you were done with the essay, I would have showed you, but nope.” He shook his head. “Better bend over before the count goes up.”

With a groan she leaned over and planted her elbows on the table. She felt her shirt being rucked up in back. The cool air across her skin made it stipple with little bumps and she shivered.

When Sam’s hand settled at the middle of her back she tensed. The paddle swept down with a nice crisp pop that echoed in the large kitchen. For a second there was only the sound and the force that rocked her forward but then the sizzling sting set in.

“One.”

She hissed in a breath and clenched her hands.

The next landed and she tightened her cheeks, wiggling her backside to dissipate the burn.

“Two. What do you think so far, Charlie?”

She realized it wasn’t rhetorical when he didn’t immediately deliver the third spank. “I think it’s—” She cut herself off and really considered the question.

The thick coating definitely gave it an intense surface sting and the size meant that it was concentrated in a small area. But she’d always enjoyed stingy implements, as long as she had time to acclimatize so it didn’t overwhelm her. The fierceness of the burn was already starting to dissipate into a heat that spread across her skin.

It was almost a pleasant tingling—for now. “I … like it. It could be nice for a fun toy too. Definitely more sting than thud.”

“Mhm. I think it could easily be used in fun scenes. But this isn’t supposed to be afunscene, since you did disobey me.”

She had a second to wonder what that meant and then his arm began to swing rapid-fire style. She reacted immediately, yelping and dancing in place as she tried to squirm out from under his arm. “Daddy! Ow! Wait! That stings!” The words were punctuated with squeals.

He delivered the rest of the spanking in one long series of whacks. They landed so fast he could barely keep up with the counting. In fact, the last one landed while he was still saying twenty-two and he had to finish the recitation of numbers a bit after the fact.

It would have been comical if she wasn’t so focused on the searing wildfire that had swept across her backside. It felt like sitting on hot coals and he’d been sure to get in a few good smacks on her thighs too. He saved those for last, of course.

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