Page 256 of Her Daddies' Everything

And although he wasn’t going to spank her hard, he was hoping it would make an impression nonetheless.

“I’ll get the plug,” Tobias said, walking off with a whistle as Immy froze halfway across the living room.

Plug?

He should have known the other man would have a plug ready for her.

But was Immy ready for that? She’d only been having sex for a short while. However, she had shown that she wasn’t shy or scared when it came to sex.

No, you’re the one who is still scared.

He ground his teeth together. He didn’t know what his problem was. Jenner knew deep down he wouldn’t hurt her.

So maybe it’s less about hurting her and more about scaring her.

Maybe.

Although if anything was going to scare her would it be this?

A proper punishment.

Because this was going to be more than lines or corner time.

“Immy. Come.” He crooked a finger at her. Part of him wondered if he was going to end up with slime in his shampoo bottle tomorrow.

If it happened, it happened.

Just another reason to give her behind a warming.

She blinked at him. He pointed at the spot in between his feet. Immy crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a sassy look. Jenner hid his smile, not wanting her to think he wasn’t taking this seriously.

But when Immy was sassy, she felt safe. She wasn’t worried about anyone being upset or angry. She wasn’t shaking or scared.

Fuck.

If her father was still alive . . .

“Did you just say come and point at the floor?” she asked.

He slowly raised an eyebrow. “Feeling awfully sassy for a girl that’s about to get her butt spanked, aren’t you?”

Jenner still couldn’t shake the fear of finding her gone. He thought he might have a few gray hairs.

His fault, though.

He’d taken his eyes off her. The need to create a song shouldn’t be greater than taking care of her.

“Not me!” she said in a high-pitched voice, hastily moving toward him. “But, um, Tobias was just joking, right?”

“Joking? About what?”

“About the plug!” she cried, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Oh, that. Nope. Now, come over my lap. Time for your spanking.”

“You’re really going to spank me?” she asked as he grabbed a cushion and placed it on his thighs. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. He also sat back further in the sofa.

“Yep. Kneel next to me so your legs and chest are supported by the sofa. I want you to be comfortable.”

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