Page 31 of Big Daddy Christmas
Or not. Honestly, with his little siren it was about fifty-fifty as to whether or not she’d obey. Either way, he planned to warm her bottom good and proper, so it didn't really matter to him.
He detoured to the kitchen for a few bottles of water and the fancy chocolates she favored after a hard scene. Not that he had any intention of being hard on her, really, but what he had planned would hopefully leave his babygirl completely drained.
Guilt pricked at him as he made his way up the stairs. Knowing she’d obviously been so stressed that she’d fallen back into old habits without him picking up on it… He should have been paying more attention.
Well, he was certainly paying attention now. And he would be keeping a much closer eye on his babygirl from now on. Maybe he’d talk about it with her therapist, see if there were any warning signs he should be looking out for in the future, little things he might have missed. And, he could begrudgingly admit, he should talk to his own therapist about it, work through the guilt he was feeling.
Setting that aside for later, he pushed open the door to their bedroom and shook his head at the sight that greeted him. His wife was stretched out on the bed, where he’d hoped to find her, but the only clothes she’d bothered to remove were her shoes.
Glancing up from her phone, she grinned, that mischievous smile he’d fallen in love with the very first time he’d seen her from across a crowded club. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Naughty girl. What did I tell you to do when you came upstairs?”
“Mmm. I don’t remember.”
Brat. Once upon a time, he’d convinced himself he didn’t like brats. That he preferred submissives who surrendered without too much of a fight.
Francesca Prescott had proven him wrong from the moment he’d kissed her, and she continued to prove him wrong every day of their lives.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Putting their water and snacks down on the dresser, he bypassed the bed and headed straight for the closet and the tools of his trade he kept there. After grabbing what he needed, he made his way back to her, inwardly grinning at the curiosity dancing in her brown eyes.
“Last chance to do as you’re told, little girl. Clothes off. Now.”
Frankie tilted her head to the side, as if considering the request. “No. I don’t think I will.”
He dived for her, and she rolled off the bed with a shriek. Unfortunately for her, their bedroom wasn’t quite large enough for her to run very far before he caught her, hauling her up over his shoulder and landing a heavy swat to her ass as she wriggled against his hold.
“Ow! That hurt!”
Chuckling at the petulance in her voice, he sat on the edge of the bed and flipped her over his knee all in one swift motion. “It’s going to hurt a lot more in a moment. You could be getting a nice, sexy spanking right now. But you decided to be a brat instead.”
While she struggled and kicked over his knee, he pushed her dress up over her hips, exposing the pretty green satin and lace covering her round bottom. His cock strained at the zipper of his pants, and it was all he could do not to simply bend her over and bury himself in her heat.
A swift tug brought her panties to her knees and he cupped her bare bottom, grinning down at her when she pushed her hips back, silently begging him for more.
Well, who was he to deny his babygirl?
The first swat was hard enough to make her yelp in surprise, far harder than he would have started off if she’d obeyed him. But obviously she needed this, needed the kind of spanking that would break down her walls and bring her to that place where she was forced to submit.
So that was what he gave her. Hard, heavy swats, delivered at a lightning pace while she squealed and kicked and yelped over his knee. Beneath his palm, his babygirl’s pale flesh turned pink, then a deep rose, until at last she stopped fighting him. Until she finally just collapsed, draped over his thigh as he delivered the last few swats.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, cupping her bottom again and giving it a hard squeeze. “Feeling better now, baby?”
She hummed in response, soft and dreamy. “Mmm. Yes, Daddy. But I could definitely be more relaxed.”
Again she lifted her hips, and he chuckled at the evidence of her arousal glistening between her thighs. “I’m sure you could, baby. Are you going to be a good girl now and get undressed like Daddy told you?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
He landed two extra hard swats to her sit-spots, surprising another yelp out of her. “Let me put it this way. You can either do as you were told, or I can take my belt off and make this a real punishment. What’s it going to be, Francesca?”
“Umm, door number one, please.”
