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“Not how it works.”

“But it should be!”

“Like I said before. Not how it works.”

Sammi growled in frustration. “I need to go back to work. There are things to do, and I can’t be caught slacking off.”

“You aren’t going back, and you aren’t slacking off. I called you in here to talk to you. I do that with a lot of the other employees.”

“We don’t need to talk.”

Daddy sat back in his chair. “You’re right. We aren’t going to talk right now.”

She gave him a puzzled look. He just said he wanted to talk to her, but they weren’t going to talk?

“You’re going to receive your punishment.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

SAMMI

“What?!” she yelled, standing up. Her vision went all wonky, making her grip the chair arm.

“Wow, sit back down. I don’t need you passing out on me,” Daddy instructed.

Sammi did as he said. “You can’t punish me!”

“I can since I took responsibility for you. I’ll be putting you over my lap and spanking that cute bottom.”

Her mouth hung open as she stared at him.

“Might want to close that mouth of yours before something goes in there that you don’t want,” he raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t spank me,” she whispered.

“Is spanking a hard limit?” Daddy asked.

“Well, no.”

“Then I’ll be spanking you.”

“But…but?—”

“No buts unless it’s your cute butt over my lap so I can spank it.” Daddy wiggled his eyebrows.

“You think my bottom is cute?” she whispered.

That was the second time he said that to her in under two minutes.

“Why yes, I do think it’s cute. Just the perfect size.” He licked his lips.

Her cheeks flamed again, and Sammi looked away. No one had ever told her she had a cute bottom. Someone had actually told her it was too flat one time, nonexistent.

“Now, over my lap,” he instructed.

Sammi’s eyes went to the door. Was she really going to do this in his office, where anyone could come in and see or hear her?

Daddy got up from his seat and walked over to the door. “Locked, see.”

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