Page 10 of Daddy's Laws

And, damn him, it was working.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

“Why?” she snapped before she thought better of it.

“Because that’s how naughty little girls stand in the corner in my house.”

For the hundredth time since he’d given her his little ultimatum, she considered walking away. Just getting in Liv’s cute little convertible and going to a hotel for the night, where she could sulk in peace and plot her revenge.

There was also the option of simply packing up and going home, but that appealed to her even less than finding a cramped, noisy hotel. She needed this vacation. Even her boss, who generally grumped about anybody taking time off, had threatened to fire her if she came back to work before she was scheduled to.

And, if she were being a hundred percent honest with herself, part of her wanted to stay. It had been so long since a man had affected her this way, and Bryant’s no-nonsense dominance called to those long-buried parts of her.

She’d play his games, at least until she figured out her next step.

“Come here, Shannon.” Speaking of no-nonsense, the steel in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. Fear, but the kind that made her all wet and needy.

Tilting her chin up and trying valiantly to ignore the incessant throbbing between her thighs, she turned and walked back to the kitchen with her hands still folded neatly behind her back.

Pride—or at least, she would have sworn it was pride—shone in his eyes as she approached. “Why are you being punished, little girl?”

“Because you’re on some fucked up ego trip.”

Even as his mouth hardened, there was a little flash of amusement in his eyes. “Get over the stool.”

With as much grace as she could muster, she draped herself over the wooden stool he’d pulled away from the island. The round seat pushed her legs wider than she’d anticipated, and she could only pray he couldn’t see the evidence of her arousal.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, princess. Why are you being punished?”

“Because you’re a bossy asshole.”

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

His voice had lost its teasing quality and her pussy spasmed at the implicit threat. Behind her, she heard him moving around, heard the clinking sound of utensils bumping against each other moments before a familiar sting exploded across her right cheek.

“Ow! Bryant, don’t!”

Her demand went unheeded as he spanked her with what she assumed was a wooden spoon. It was some kind of wooden implement, judging by the sting. Whatever it was, it hurt like a motherfucker and she just wanted him to stop.

“Okay, okay! I get it, you can stop!”

The rapid-fire assault paused, and he tapped the implement against her heated skin. “Okay, what?”

“I—” she gulped in air as best she could with her stomach pressed against the unforgiving wood of the stool. “I snuck out without letting you know where I was going. That’s why you’re… you know.”

Tap tap tap.“Why I’m what, Shannon? Say the words or we go another round with the spoon.”

“Ugh, fine! That’s why you’re going to punish me.”

“How am I going to punish you?”

All the blood in her body was already rushing to her face, but she still felt the burn of humiliation. “With the ginger.”

“And where is the ginger going?”

“In my”—she swallowed hard—“in my bottom.”

“Good girl. Have you ever been punished this way before?”

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