Page 15 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“I know.” Bouncing red curls caught her eye and she leaned into Mari, dropping her voice so only her sister could hear her. “Look. Annabeth is here. With Joe.”

Confusion wrinkled Mari’s forehead. “So? He is her husband.”

“Right. But she was sneaking out of Ryan Miller’s house two nights ago. The whole town has been talking about it.”

“What? I never heard that!”

Izzy held up two fingers in the time-honored pledge. “Scout’s honor. Tammy came in for lunch at the diner a couple days ago and she was telling me…”

“Ladies.”

Izzy felt the blood drain from her face at the familiar voice. Shit. Plastering on a bright, innocent smile, she turned on her stool. “Hey, Sheriff. Don’t you know it isn’t polite to keep a lady waiting?”

“It sounds like you found plenty to occupy yourself.” Without taking his eyes off of her, he signaled for Jake.

“Problem, Sheriff?” It was impossible to miss the amusement in Jake’s voice. He’d obviously come to terms with the nature of her relationship with Ethan.

“I need to borrow your office.”

“Sure. Here you go.” Jake dropped the keys into Ethan’s outstretched hand before turning to his wife. “Need a refill, kitten?”

Mari’s eyes were wide as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “Um, is this really appropriate?” she squeaked out.

Forcing a smile, Izzy patted her sister’s hand. “I’m fine. See you in a minute.” She hopped off the bar stool and led the way to Jake’s office, with Ethan’s hand burning a hole in the back of her dress the entire way.

“Bend over the desk.” Ethan snapped out the order as soon as the door locked behind them.

“Ethan, I…”

“When you’re being punished, it’s Daddy or Sir. Bend over, before I change my mind about not taking my belt to your ass, little girl.”

“I am not letting you spank me here, where everyone can hear us, Sir.”

Fingertips digging into her upper arm, he dragged her over to the desk. “Stay,” he growled after he’d wrestled her into position.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the loud crack of his hand, but it didn’t come. Instead, she felt something slim and firm tap her upturned bottom. Oh god, he’d found Jake’s pointer. According to Mari, it was nearly silent, but it hurt like a mother.

“We haven’t had much of a chance to discuss rules and expectations, but we have at least covered this. When I give an instruction, I expect it to be obeyed. You can whine, you can pout, I’ll even allow for some stomping feet. But if you refuse to do as you’re told, you will be punished. Am I understood?”

“But - ”

The pointer whistled through the air a moment before it bit into her backside. Even through her skirt, it felt like it was cutting straight into her flesh. Clenching her teeth together to muffle the sound, she let out a short scream at the fierce, biting pain. Mari hadn’t lied when she’d told her how much it hurt.

“Am. I. Under. Stood?” he ground out.

“Fine! Yes!”

“Good. Five more for not following instructions, and then we can discuss what we came in here to discuss.”

Biting her tongue, literally, to keep from arguing, she allowed him to raise her dress up over her hips and tug her panties down just below her ass.

“That’s a hell of a mark, little girl. It’s a good thing you like to dance, because sitting isn’t going to be any fun the rest of the night.”

Another whistling swoosh, and another line of fire across her ass, just below the first.

It occurred to her, then, that she’d been completely unprepared for what an actual punishment from Ethan would be like. As much as the birthday paddling and the strapping had hurt, there’d been an undercurrent of playfulness to both that had made it more bearable. But there was none of the playful banter, no teasing tone to his voice when he called her a brat. There was only her Daddy, the weight of his disappointment, and the pain of the punishment he’d chosen to deliver.

Tears filled her eyes at the third stroke, and they were flowing freely down her cheeks by the fifth.

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