Page 39 of Daddy's Laws

“Hi, Daddy.”

It was worth the bit of extra effort she’d put into her makeup and outfit just to see the way his jaw dropped and his eyes all but fell out of his head.

“Good morning, princess. You look… delicious.”

“Oh, this?” she said with a breezy laugh. “Just something I threw on. What’s for breakfast?”

“Omelets. Would you mind getting the bowl of fruit out of the fridge and grabbing us some plates and silverware, please?”

“Hmmm… nah. I’m good.”

Her heart tripped in her chest when he turned and pinned her with The Look. The one every Dom seemed to instinctively know: the single raised eyebrow, the glint of ‘Excuse me?’ in their eyes.

“Let me rephrase that. Shannon, please get the fruit from the fridge and get us each a plate for breakfast.”

“I don’t really feel like it.”

“Well, then I suppose you don’t feel like going to the Boardwalk after breakfast, either.”

Shit. She’d gone too far. Instead of the quick, fun spanking she’d been angling for, she was at risk of earning herself a real punishment. And not the kind that left her all tingly and needy, either.

It was, damn him, the perfect incentive to have her rushing to the fridge to grab the bowl of sliced fruit. When she turned back from setting it on the island, he was behind her, wooden spoon in hand and a mischievous grin on his handsome face.

“Daddy, no!”

Her half-hearted protest went unheeded, and she found herself bent over the island as he warmed her bottom cheeks with the wicked implement. By the time he allowed her to stand, her pussy was throbbing along with her ass, and it was all she could to do to keep from begging him to fuck her there on the island.

“Plates, princess. If you’re a good girl the rest of the day, you can have a treat when we get home.”

“Couldn’t I have a treat before we go, and a treat when we get home?”

An arm snaked around her waist, jerking her toward him, and he lowered his lips to hers with a growl. “Greedy girl.”

“Well, you did promise to spoil me.”

“Get the plates, brat.”

“Yes, Sir.” She capped off her response with a giggle and a snappy salute that earned her another swat with the spoon.

Breakfast was filled with the kind of small talk she considered ‘first date’ talk. Where did you go to college, what did you study, favorite tv shows, favorite books. It was all surprisingly innocent and almost sweet, right up until they’d cleared and washed the dishes.

“All right, princess. Let’s go get that pretty little bottom of yours cleaned and plugged and then we can head out.”

“What?” The word was barely a squeak. He couldn’t possibly mean what she thought he meant.

“You heard me.”

“That’s not necessary, Bryant.”

Once again, she found her chin captured in his firm hold. “I decide what’s necessary, little girl. I have every intention of making use of all your little holes over the next few days, but I don’t want to damage you. So, you’re going to spend part of the day with a plug in your tight little bottom hole to get it ready for Daddy’s cock.”

If it was possible to come just from a man’s words, she would have had multiple screaming orgasms during that little speech.

“Questions, princess?”

“N-no.”

“Then go upstairs, take off your clothes, and wait for me in your bathroom.”

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