Page 78 of Break Me, Daddy

Chapter29

Frankie

If standing in the corner with her ass on display for her friends had been the most embarrassing thing she’d endured to date, it was nothing compared to forcing herself to turn around and actually face them. It helped, a bit, that Lottie’s face was as red as Frankie’s felt, likely due to the brief punishment she’d also just gotten.

But she still felt like she might actually die of humiliation as she turned around, placing her hands over her bare mound to block her moreintimateparts from Barden’s view.

“Hands behind your back, Francesca. You know better.”

Stopping just a step from the corner, she looked over at her stern-faced Daddy. “But…”

One silver brow rose toward his hairline. “Do you need your safeword?”

Did she? She’d been naked in front of Braden and Lottie both before, so it seemed unfair to claim she needed it now since the nudeness itself was obviously not out of her comfort zone. But it still just…feltdifferent, for reasons she couldn’t explain even to herself.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes and adding to her humiliation.

In a flash, Holden was in front of her, cupping her face in those large hands. “Breathe for me, little siren. You’re safe here.”

Eyes locked with his, she dragged in a deep breath. “Sorry. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“This is something new. It’s completely normal to feel unsure or embarrassed. I’m not upset or disappointed.”

How did healwaysseem to know the exact right thing to say? With those words, the band around her chest loosened a bit, and she managed to work up a weak smile. “Promise?”

“Promise. If being bare for Braden is too much, you can keep your panties on.”

“I think I’m okay. It’s just more embarrassing than I thought it would be. It’s… different than being at the club.”

“I know. And if you need to pause, you can always say yellow and we’ll take a moment to regroup.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Now, if you’re not using your safeword, I want those hands behind your back where they belong. Understood?”

Despite the steel beneath those words, she felt stronger than she had, strong enough to move her hands into position. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He stepped out of her way, and once again heat rushed to her cheeks as she met Braden’s hard gaze. But she managed to keep her hands where they belonged as she shuffled over to stand in front of him.

Braden gripped her chin, forcing her head slightly back, and Frankie’s heart slammed against her chest. Nobody but her own Daddy had ever done that to her before, and while it didn’t give her quite the same fluttery feeling in her stomach, the gesture still made her feel very small and very submissive, just like when Holden did it.

Daddy magic.

“Why are you being spanked, Francesca?”

Her Daddy had been right about one thing. Being spanked by Braden, having to look him in the eye and tell him why she was being punished forced her to focus on the real reason she was here. The binge never even entered her mind as she met his stern gaze.

“Because I lied to my Daddy and I put Lottie in a position where she felt she had to lie for me.” Shifting her gaze to the side, she met Lottie’s wide, gray eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lottie-baby.”

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

And that, more than the spanking she was about to get, lifted the weight that had been sitting on her chest ever since their confrontation the other day.

“Eyes on me, Francesca.” Braden’s voice wasn’t cruel, but there was no doubting the authority rippling in those words, either. “You will be going over my knee for a very thorough hand spanking, followed by a dozen with my belt. Plus the two extra you earned for your naughtiness in the corner. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No, Sir.”

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