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He shook his head. It had clearly been too long since she’d had someone else in charge, so he let the smartass comment slide. There would be no sass left when he was done with her. At least not for a little while.

Ripley would never dream of spanking all the sass out of her. Her bratty sarcastic mouth was one of the things he enjoyed most about her.

“Five minutes,” he declared, before delivering the first hard spank.

It only took a few swats to find his rhythm, and soon she was bawling and squirming all over his lap.

“Be still,” he chided. “I don’t want to hit somewhere I shouldn’t.”

Five minutes later, she was limp and sobbing over his lap. He tossed the brush aside and nudged her off him and pulled her to sit beside him, where she buried her face in his shoulder and cried.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let it all out. You did good. I’m proud of you.”

A few minutes later, she raised her head and looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Do I have to stand in the corner?”

“Afraid so, little one. But first I have a question I should have asked sooner.”

She waited expectantly, wiping tears away with the back of her hand.

“What does my girl need for aftercare? Are you still a chocolate and trash TV type?”

She gave him a shy smile. “I like that you remembered. Even if you did insult my television choices.”

He reached up and caught a wayward tear with his thumb. “I remember a lot of things about you, Liv. I’m sorry I was away for so long.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead when she closed her eyes and didn’t respond. “Go. Corner in your room. I’ll be there soon. And no touching your bottom.”

She stuck her lip out in a pout, and he reached behind her to pick up the hairbrush.

Leaping from his lap, she ran from the room. He considered chasing after her for another round with the brush before he drove himself into her against the first wall he came to, but he held back.

The spanking had been rough enough for their first time in over two years. They would have to ease back into their old dynamic. Or build a new one. The relationship they had previously was built on brief trips into town and wasn’t sustainable twenty-four/seven.

He tucked the brush into his back pocket and went to see what the Mercers had in the way of chocolate in their pantry. Luckily, Carrie liked chocolate for her aftercare too, so he found a large stash. He picked up a bottle of water for each of them and carried them to the bedroom Olivia was using.

She was in the corner with her hands on her head, looking like the perfect picture of submission. He stood in the door just looking at her for a few minutes.

When she started to squirm, he had mercy, and he approached her, cupping her ass gently. The heat radiating from the skin made him smile and had his cock straining against his pants.

“Good girl. You can put your arms down and turn around now.”

She did as she was told and turned to face him.

“Hi, beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her tenderly. “You did good out there.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Can we have sex now?”

He chuckled and nodded to the bed. “Come here. You know we have one more thing to take care of.”

She winced. “I’m out of practice. I’m not sure if I can take twelve.”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Try. You can always say your safeword with no repercussions. Bend over the bed and let’s get it done.”

He waited until she complied and picked up the doubled-up leather, he’d dropped on the mattress on his way in.

“I’ll go easy, since this is your first time with my belt in a while.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured.

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