Page 9 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Thirty minutes later, the soreness from the spanking had somewhat faded, but the piercing need between her thighs was as painful as ever. Restless, she couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting in the passenger seat.

“Sit still, brat. You’re distracting me.”

Well that was just too tempting to resist. “Oh?” Lifting her bottom off the seat, she tugged the hem of her dress up over her hips and spread her legs. “Is this better, Daddy?”

“Isabella, if you touch that little pussy, I’ll have to punish it.”

It. Not “you”. Intrigued, she trailed her fingers up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “But Daddy, I need to come.”

“You can come when I allow it.”

“But I need to come now.” Needed it like she needed her next breath. Desperate for some measure of relief, and curious to see exactly how he would respond, she pressed a finger to her clit. It was so sensitive; she nearly came from just that single touch.

A low growl came from the driver seat. “Hands under your ass.”

The snapped order shocked her into compliance. Sitting up, she closed her legs and shoved her hands between her bare ass and the seat.

“No. Legs open, brat.”

The first lick of fear sent a shiver down her spine. What was he going to do? Slowly, she moved back into position with her thighs spread wide but with her hands out of the way.

Once she was settled, Ethan reached across the console and rested his hand on her exposed lips. “This,” he lightly patted her swollen pussy lips. “Is mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch it. Not even you. Do you understand me, little girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy?”

With a flick of his wrist, he swatted her, and she howled at the shock of pain. Two more quick swats followed, and tears filled her eyes at the unexpected sting.

“Are you going to touch yourself without permission again?”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good girl. You can stay just like that until I tell you to move.”

Oh, Jesus. Thank God it was the middle of the night so nobody could see her spread wide on the passenger seat of his truck.

It didn’t help that they hit nearly every red light in town. A few of them she swore he slowed down deliberately so they would get stuck. As a result, every nerve she had seemed to be on alert by the time he parked the truck in his driveway.

“Don’t move,” he barked when she started to move her hands out from under her.

Before she could snap back, he was out of the truck and jogging around to the passenger side. When he opened the door, he pinned her with those unreadable eyes.

“Did you learn your lesson about playing with Daddy’s toys?”

Heat flared in her cheeks and she had no doubt the neighbors could see the red glow of her face from across the street. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

In a single night, she’d already come to crave those words of praise as much as she craved his touch.

Reaching across her, he unbuckled her seatbelt and scooped her up over his shoulder to carry her inside.

“Ethan! Someone will see!”

“You embarrassed to be seen with me, brat?”

“No.” To the contrary, she’d assumed he wouldn’t want anyone seeing her. If there was one thing Ethan Clarke hated more than anything, it was gossip. Especially when he was at the center of it. “But the neighbors will talk.”

“It’s late. Even if they’re up they won’t be able to see you.”

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