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“Probably the best decision you’ve made since you walked in here.” Without ceremony, Clay gripped the waistband of her stretchy workpants and yanked them down one-handed. Before she could protest, her panties followed, leaving her bare ass hanging in the wind. “Ten for the shove, ten for the swearing, ten for the kick. You’ll apologize after each set with an,I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy Clay.”
That stoked her fire even higher until she swore smoke curled from her ears. “Like hell I will!”
“You will, because what you haven’t realized yet is that being a good girl is what drives you, Avery.” He gave her a moment to let that sink in, then added, “Crying is allowed, encouraged even. Swearing will earn you an additional set; so will kicking at me.”
She didn’t need to ask sets of what—her naked ass hanging over the edge of her pristine counter gave her a clue, and fromher limited interactions with the others, she knew a Daddy’s preferred method of punishment was spanking.
Pfft. How bad could it be?
The answer, it turned out, was pretty fucking bad.
Clay’s hand felt huge as it landed on her right cheek like a pizza board. Flesh smacked sharply on flesh, her butt rippling with the force of the blow. Pain struck deep, followed by a rush of heat arrowing straight to her core.
Avery bit her lip to stop a cry from giving her away. She refused to react, to show him an ounce of contrition. She was a grown adult, for God’s sake! Swearing was hardly the biggest sin in the world, and it wasn’t like she was on par with a sailor—at least, not out loud.
In her head was a different story.
Whack, whack, whack. His hand continued to beat her butt, alternating cheeks yet maintaining that same heavy pressure. Her skin warmed quickly, growing sensitive and prickly, and it only got worse as the smacks overlapped.
Clay seemed content to let her keep her noises to herself. Her breathing was unsteady, hitching with gasps and restrained whimpers. When the tenth strike landed, he rested his hand on her hot bottom, gently stroking her heated flesh.
Only, it wasn’t soothing. The soft, circular motions were rubbing the discomfort deeper into her muscles, pushing the heat into her ass to simmer like embers beneath her skin.
“I’m waiting, Avery.”
He could wait in hell, she thought viciously. She was not going to apologize for being abad girland there was a greater chance of someone pulling the plug on the ocean than there was of her calling himDaddy Clay.
He waited thirty seconds. Thirty long, tense seconds of silence where the only sound was her harsh breathing asshe fought to control her tongue. “Silence has consequences, sweetling. Sure you want to find out what they are?”
She couldn’t help herself.
“Bite me,Daddy,” she snarked.
He laughed, but it wasn’t humorous. He didn’t say another word, but he didn’t need to—the snap of his hand between her legs, the flash of fire as his palm clapped down on her pussy, told her exactly what he thought of her rudeness.
The wet squelch brought humiliation roaring to the surface, especially when he chuckled darkly, obviously enjoying her mortification.
“Naughty, dirty girl,” he purred. “No coming for you, Avery.”
What the hell was happening to her?
Mind reeling, her alter ego trying so hard to do what he asked, Avery gritted her teeth. The little bitch had caused enough problems today without playing into Clay’s twisted game.
The next juicy smack on her pussy was sharper, sending a frisson of pleasure ricocheting through her. “I-I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy Clay.”
Christ on crutches, where had that voice come from?
Quiet, repentant,young.
“Good girl. Stop fighting and let her out.”
Avery nearly laughed; one of them was going to regret this.
She just wasn’t sure who would regret it more.
Chapter Five
Clay
