Page 4 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Yes… Daddy.”

Hearing that word from her was even sweeter than he’d ever imagined. It took every ounce of his self-control not to toss aside his own edicts and take her right then and there.

But in the end, he held back and rewarded her with a small smile. “Good girl. One last thing. Whatever happens tonight stays between the two of us. Things like this have a tendency to be misunderstood, especially in small towns like ours. You can talk to Marisa and Jake, but that’s it.” A thought popped into his head and he frowned. “Do they know you’re here?”

She at least had the grace to look sheepish. “No. They think I’m on a date.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath to calm the fury bubbling inside of him. “We can discuss that later. For now, you follow my rules without argument, or we leave.”

“Yes, Daddy.” There was considerably more snark behind the phrase this time, but he decided not to call her on it. Taming a brat like her took considerable time and effort, and he was short on time at the moment.

“Good girl. Let’s get back to the party.”

Chapter Two

Trying to contain her excitement as much as possible, Izzy followed her escort back down the stairs. Other than Ethan’s ridiculous rules, this night was turning out better than she’d imagined. When Lucy had promised her a hot Dom who knew what he was doing, Izzy hadn’t dared to dream it might be Ethan.

Ethan Clarke, Bolton Springs’s football star turned sheriff, and all-around Golden Boy. She’d known him her entire life and had been in love with him half as long. When she was younger, he’d come around a lot to check on her and Mari after their parents had died. Every now and then, he’d taken her out for ice cream to just sit and talk. He’d been so gentle and sweet with her back then.

“Gentle” wasn’t a word she’d used to describe him these days. Tonight wasn’t the first time he’d laid down the law with her, though it was the first time he’d threatened to enforce said law with a paddle. Getting her bare ass spanked by hunky Sheriff Clarke would have fulfilled one of her deepest, darkest longings, so it was an understatement to say she was tempted to push his buttons a little. But the temptation was tempered by his threat to take her home if she didn’t follow his instructions.

Still, it was exciting. When she’d come to the social with Mari, it had basically just been a polite luncheon. Other than the few warnings Lucy had received from her deliciously stern husband, it had been kind of boring.

Tonight promised to be anything but boring.

When they reached the dungeon — and wasn’t that a weird thing to say, even in her own head — Ethan guided her over to the wet bar again where Mike was now serving drinks to a handsome couple who looked to be in their sixties. After serving the couple, he turned to Ethan, his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. “Ethan. Izzy. What can I get for you?”

“Two bottles of water,” Ethan answered before she could so much as open her mouth.

“But…” her protest died on her lips when he pinned her with a stern glare.

Lips twitching with amusement, Mike turned to the small refrigerator, where she assumed they kept the bottled water. Beside her, Ethan leaned down, his breath tickling her ear when he spoke.

“Did I give you permission to speak, Isabella?”

“No.”

“Proper titles, or we walk out the door.”

Even though nobody was close enough to hear him, she still felt the burn of humiliation on her cheeks. “No, Daddy.”

“I asked for water because if we do scene tonight, you’ll need to be hydrated. And Mike does not allow alcohol for anyone who may be involved in a scene. If you would rather have a drink and strictly be an observer tonight, I can change your order. Would you prefer a drink, brat?”

She wanted to snap at him over the nickname, but it wasn’t worth losing her chance to stay. “Water is fine. Daddy,” she tacked on with a growl at his raised eyebrow.

“I thought so.”

Apparently sensing the moment had passed, Mike approached and set two bottles of water on the gleaming wood between them. “I didn’t realize you were bringing a guest,” he said, a slight note of censure in his voice.

“I didn’t. She was a present, from your wife.”

Amusement lit Mike’s eyes. “My wife is a generous woman.”

“Your wife is a brat.”

“She is that,” Mike agreed with a laugh. Turning, he waved for Lucy to join them. “Lucy. Did you arrange a surprise for our friend Ethan here?”

“Yes, Sir.” Eyes wide with faux innocence, Lucy smiled up at her husband. “It’s his birthday.”

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