Page 54 of Penalty Zone

Two hours later and halfway up the driveway, I’m ready to quit. I skim my shovel over the top of the snow where it’s light and fluffy and spray it at Leo. It catches him in the face, and his mouth drops open in disbelief.

“You like being a brat, don’t you?” he growls, making me instantly hard.

“That depends on if you like me bratty.” I raise an eyebrow.

“Brats need to be taught their place.” He steps toward me.

“Will you put me in my place, Daddy?” I close the distance between us and see his eyes dilate when I call him Daddy.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He leans on his shovel.

“You can teach me.” I shrug, desperate for him.

He frowns and turns to shovel, and I hate that he’s dismissing me. Being a brat is the only explanation for why I tackle him into the snowbank, using all my weight to push him down.

Leo flips us and pins me with his hands on my shoulders.

“This isn’t the behavior of my Good Boy. Are you feeling neglected?” he purrs.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His amber eyes are all predatory.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Go in the house and take a hot shower. I’ll deal with you when you get out.”

I’ve never run so fast. My body buzzes while I shower and clean myself for him. I’m dying to feel him in my ass.

By the time I get back to my room, Leo has showered in another bathroom, and his hair is still wet without his usual product. He’s fully dressed. Disappointment settles in my gut like a sack of stones.

“Did you expect to get what you want after being bratty? You should know me better.” He sits on his bed and pats his lap, which I sit on. “Oh, no. Lie across my legs and take your towel off to show me your delectable ass.”

I’m breathless and hard, following his orders as fast as I can.

“There’s my Good Boy.” He smooths his hand from the nape of my neck, down my back, and cups my ass in his big palm. “You don’t get to come from your punishment.” He strikes my ass with a slap that will leave a mark. “Shhh, you don’t want everyone to hear how bad you’ve been.” He leans down to murmur in my ear.

I squirm over his lap, unsure if I’m more turned on or insulted by him spanking me like a child. But as he rubs the sting, it becomes very unchildlike. My hips angle up to meet his hand.

“Stay still,” he admonishes me with another slap.

Spanking isn’t something I thought I’d enjoy, but here I am, hoping he smacks me again and again. He does, and I can’t help grinding on him. Leo opens his legs, traps my dick between his thighs, and squeezes them together. The friction counterbalances the pain.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to come. If you do, I won’t touch you while we’re here.”

My head hangs down, and if the blood could drain from it, I’d be in trouble. I’m not going to be able to prevent myself from coming. Not when he rubs the sting and my dick has a warm home between his powerful quads.

“You’re doing so good. Taking your punishment without complaint,” he coos.

Apparently, whimpering doesn’t count as a complaint.

He varies the pace of his strikes and keeps me on edge. It feels like an eternity, but only seconds later, he says, “Sit up.”

Leo manhandles me with ease, so I’m straddling his lap. His hand’s hot against my neck, holding me in place.

A slow smile spreads across his face. “I like playing with you. I guess I don’t mind a little brat as long as you obey me after.” His mouth crashes on mine, and his tongue plunders me.

Every cell in me is begging him to be my Daddy. When I’m with him, my thoughts slow and I don’t have to worry about what comes next. He’s in control and tells me what to do. It’s what I need.

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