Page 45 of Daddy's Laws

She just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” she parroted back with what she considered to be a minimal amount of sarcasm.

With a sharp nod, he uncrossed his arms and reached for the button on her shorts.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to help you remember our agreement.”

In a flash, her shorts were at her knees, and she was tucked up under his left arm with her hip pressed firmly against his side. The first crack of his hand against her bikini bottoms echoed like a gunshot in the tiny room. She clenched her muscles instinctively, as if doing so would ward off the punishment she had coming, and she was instantly reminded of the plug still nestled firmly in her ass.

Too bad it hadn’t actually done its job and reminded her to behave before she’d gotten herself in this position.

“Bryant! People will hear you!” she whisper-yelled at him.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to argue with your Daddy.”

The spanking itself was mercifully short. He only landed about ten swats before releasing her, but the sheer humiliation at being spanked in a public bathroom had tears slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them.

He released his hold on her and pulled her shorts back up. Cupping her face in his hands, he used his thumbs to brush at the stray tears. “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy, or do we need to go home so you can have a proper spanking and an early bedtime?”

“I’ll be good,” she whispered.

“That’s my good girl.” Pulling her into him, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. “I don’t mind you being a brat, baby, but I do need you to understand you won’t get your way just because you pout and whine at me. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” As embarrassing as the short punishment had been, she didn’t feel the resentment she’d expected to. Mostly, she just felt like a naughty little girl who’d been put very firmly in her place.

“Good girl. Let’s go get you that ice cream.”

Both sets of cheeks burning, she followed him out of the bathroom. A woman was standing by the door, holding the hand of a little girl who was dancing side to side. The young mother’s eyes went wide when she spotted them, and Shannon felt her cheeks burn even hotter. If there was a God in heaven, the woman would jump to a completely wrong conclusion about what had gone down in that bathroom.

Thoroughly chastised and much more subdued, Shannon followed meekly behind as Bryant led the way back to the ice cream shop. This time, he stood behind her, pulling her into him so her still stinging backside pressed against the unmistakable hardness in his shorts.

Suddenly remembering her promise for revenge, she wiggled her hips just enough to have him groaning in her ear.

“Naughty little princess,” he growled, his hold on her waist tightening. “I obviously didn’t spank you hard enough.”

Turning her head, she gave him her best wide-eyed innocent look. “What did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did.” His voice dropped even lower, sending a shiver down her spine. “Little girls who tease their Daddies end up with very sore bottoms, inside and out.”

Who was teasing who, she wondered as her arousal flooded her bathing suit bottoms. “I’m not teasing you.”

“And the sky isn’t blue. Behave.”

Unwilling to risk making him mad enough that he took her straight home and fulfilled his promise of a sore bottom, she sighed and leaned back against him. As much as she hated to admit it, being held in a man’s arms again was… nice. More than nice, but she tried not to dwell on the way her heart knocked against her ribs when he pressed his lips to her temple.

The line moved fairly quickly, and it wasn’t long before they were back on the boardwalk, each with a single scoop of ice cream and two measly toppings. She’d opted for mint chocolate chip with hot fudge and peanut butter, her favorite.

“How the hell can you eat that?” Bryant asked, his expression a mixture of horror and disgust.

Grinning, she scooped up her ice cream and popped it in her mouth with a loud hum of approval. “It’s delicious. Want some?”

“You couldn’t pay me enough to taste that monstrosity.”

“Your loss,” she said with a shrug.

The ice cream disappeared far too quickly for her liking, and she sighed as she scraped the bottom of the bowl. Bryant had already finished his, and she felt him watching her as she lifted the hot fudge coated spoon to her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed around the spoon, slowly pulling it past her lips.

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