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A heavy sigh drifts through my lips. “This is certainly not the place for this discussion. We will talk about it on the way home. It’s not as if you’ll even be able to enjoy the beauty of nature while your mind is in a constant whirl.”

Stephanie follows me, her shoulders pulled down as she drags her feet. It’s like she’s walking toward her execution instead of a mild punishment and a hot meal. Shaking my head, I hold back the laugh threatening to erupt from my chest. If she only knew.

“Now then, I want to get one thing straight. When I discipline anyone, it’s never out of anger. I’m not mad at you. You didn’t make me angry. I’m punishing you because I care about you and want you at your best.”

“And the Daddy thing?”

I give her a wink. “That’s just my own personal peeve. When I make a reasonable request of you, and you don’t follow through, then a punishment is warranted. In this case, I feel that calling me Daddy certainly fits the crime.”

“I suppose. But what about the others?”

“I’ve been thinking long and hard about what will benefit you the most. Seeing as lying is the one thing I abhor most in the world, I had thought of using my belt against your backside. It’s far less intimate than my hand and certainly able to make an impression.”

Her face pales as she stares at me. “Belt? Will it hurt?”

“It’s not supposed to tickle.”

Again, that adorable swath of red washes over her cheeks. “But your hand will hurt a lot less. Right?”

“Depends on how and where I wield it, but typically, yes.”

“Could I request that instead, then?”

I raise my eyebrow. “Perhaps. But you will have to convince me.”

“How? How on earth can I make you do anything you don’t want to do?”

“Simple. Say, Daddy, I would like for you to spank my bare bottom with your hand as a punishment for lying.”

She blinks as her mouth drops open. “But that sounds so… so…”

“It sounds so what?”

“Dirty,” she blurts out before slamming her hands over her mouth.

“It’s only as dirty as you make it. Do you think it’s dirty for me to slide your pants and panties down to your ankles, bend you over my lap, and take my hand to your naked backside?”

“Oh, God,” she groans. “You made it even worse.”

“That still doesn’t give me an answer.”

“You… You can’t be serious.”

“How badly do you want my help? Hmmm? How much do you need me?”

Moments go by where neither of us says a word. For a moment, I worry I’ve scared her off. Damn me and my fucking cock.

“Daddy, I would like for you to spank my bare bottom with your hand as a punishment for lying.”

Hope blossoms in my chest as a tendril of arousal wafts from her body. “Say please, and we have a deal.”

“Please.”

CHAPTER 9

STEPHANIE

My insides squirm as I note the heat in Mr. Rothsbourne’s gaze. But that’s impossible. Silly really. To think that someone like him would want someone like me. Honestly, I don’t even know why Brody seems to keep me around.

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