Page 241 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“Nearly had a heart attack, but I’m fine,” Honey reassured her.

“I’m fine too. It’s okay, Kiki,” Angie added.

But it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

“I’m never driving again,” she wailed as she fumbled for her seatbelt. But before she could unbuckle, the driver’s door opened.

And the bringer of doom, gloom and red-hot bottoms stood there, glaring down at her.

She gulped. “Hi, sweetie, you’re home!”

Oh. Shit.

* * *

“Now,Daddy, maybe we should talk about this first. You only just got home, we shouldn’t start off your homecoming with a punishment, right?”

It was like talking to a statue. There was no response. He just kept walking, with her slung over his shoulder.

After making sure that everyone in the truck was all right, he’d plucked her out of the driver’s seat and put her in the back, buckling her in before driving them to the bunker. Once they were in the garage, he’d grabbed her out then thrown her over his shoulder.

All without saying a word.

She really wished he’d say something. Anything.

Instead, he walked into their bedroom and set her down, holding onto her until she was steady.

“Daddy?” she asked.

He pointed at the corner. She slowly moved to the corner, giving him pathetic little looks over her shoulder. When she was in place, he came over and grabbed the bottom of her skirt, tucking it up into the elastic waist. Then down went her panties to her ankles.

Oh, she had a feeling this didn’t bode well for her.

“Daddy, will you please talk to me?”

“Quiet,” he rumbled.

She tensed and started to sniffle. She’d really messed up. Big time.

A large hand landed softly on her shoulder. “I just need a few moments to calm down. All right?”

“All right,” she replied.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent in the corner. It felt like forever, especially as her guilt kept growing and growing. Things could have ended so differently. She could have crashed into that tree. Hurt Honey and Angie.

She should have waited for Zander.

“Take off your shoes and panties, then come here.”

Bending over, she didn’t care that she was flashing her ass, she undid her shoes and left them and her panties in the corner. Turning, she saw him sitting on the bed. Beside him, he had her wooden hairbrush.

Uh-oh.

But it’s no less than you deserve.

She walked closer, worried about what he might do. Not that he might harm her. But that he might still freeze her out. But when she got within reach, he grabbed her, dragging her onto his lap.

Then he hugged her. So tight. She sunk into him. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. So sorry.”

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