Page 66 of Heal Me Daddy (Montana Daddies 8)

Her ass was already turning a nice shade of pink. Delicious.

Smack! Smack!

She groaned.

“You were very naughty throwing water at us.”

Slap! Slap!

By now both of her ass cheeks were red. Her breathing had quickened. He paused for a moment, giving her a chance to breathe and for him to assess her.

He gave her lower back a small rub. “You’re doing well, girl. Proud of you.”

Smack! Smack!

He moved his hand lower, focusing on where her cheeks and thighs met.

“Ow! Ouch! Shit!”

“No swearing,” he commanded. “That’s two more.”

“Nooo!” she cried out. He took her in, noting the tense way she held herself but also the glistening dew on her lower lips.

Yep. Turned on.

“I’m going to give you the rest all at once.” He smacked his hand over and over on her ass until it was red, and he knew it had to be burning. Soft sobs filled the room and he stopped. He quickly sat on the bed and drew her onto his lap, holding her tight and rocking her.

“You’re okay. You’re all right, little one. You did so well. Good girl. My good girl.”

Daddy’s good girl. The words burned in him.

He wanted that so badly. But for now, it was enough for her to submit to him. To his rules. To his discipline.

But he wanted to show her his softer side too. That he could be a good Daddy to her Little. That he wasn’t always stern and brisk.

She sobbed into his chest, her breath sending electric flashes of arousal washing through him. He kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I threw the water at you and Archer.”

He kissed her forehead then her two cheeks before pressing his lips against hers. He slid his tongue along her lips, pressing it between them. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he drew her head back to ravish her mouth.

When he pulled away, he stared down into her glazed, hazel eyes, at her plump, swollen lips with a sense of utter satisfaction. And an almost overwhelming need to take more.

“All is forgiven.” He continued to hold her, reveling in the feeling of her heat and softness in his arms. “I didn’t go too hard on you?”

“No. I felt bad when that glass slipped from my hand. If it had hit you or Archer,” she shuddered. “I’d never have forgiven myself. While I didn’t want a spanking, I guess in the end, it made me feel better.”

“Good girl for telling me that. I know it’s not easy to admit to what you need. Now, what I need is to go have a cold shower. Want to join me?”

He grinned down at her as she laughed. “Ahh, I’ll pass. Although it could be good on my hot ass.”

“Can’t have that. Don’t want my good work going to waste.” He winked to let her know he was joking. He stood her up and helped her put her pants and panties back on. Much to her chagrin and his delight. He’d crouched down to help her get them over her feet, which had put his face at the perfect height to get a good look at that pussy.

Her scent tempted him, teased him until he felt his mouth actually water with the need to taste her.

He wondered what she tasted like. Sweet? Tart? Creamy?

Cold shower here he came.

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