Page 16 of Paying Daddy's Debt Collector

“Shit. If you want to go, I’ll come back tonight to get you. Just go out back with the dogs and I’ll get you out.”

“What the hell is going on here? Who the fuck are you?” Chris’ nostrils flare, his eyes turning cold and hard.

“Oh, man. Mr. Cassella, it’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’m new. Pete took me on to add a little extra coverage, but he was out getting coffee and I needed to use the john. I was just asking this girl what bathroom I could use…”

“You can piss on the neighbor’s lawn. You don’t belong inside my house, and you don’t speak to my houseguest. Do it again and you’ll be nursing a broken leg.”

“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t know.”

“Get out,” Chris growls and the other guy bolts to the front door.

We hear the door close and Chris whips his head to me. “What did I tell you about talking to them?”

“It wasn’t my fault. He just walked in here. I told him to leave.”

“And he didn’t listen? Should I go beat his ass for that?”

“No, don’t.”

“So you’re protecting him?”

“No, it’s just not that serious. That’s all.”

“I decide how serious it is. Now, get up and get over here.”

The dogs sit up and watch as I amble toward him. When I’m close enough, he grabs me and settles me on his lap, my hands holding onto his monster thigh. What’s going on? What is this?

“What are you doing?”

“I’m teaching you a lesson, baby girl. There’s a reason why I forbade you to talk to these men. I already told you before, right? Most of those who work for me are criminals. I thought you understood. But I guess you need a little something to make you remember.”

“What—”

“You’ve been a bad girl, so you deserve some spanking.”

Spank me? Oh god. He’s three times my size and maybe I should be terrified, but as I lift my head to watch him, the look on his face tells me this is more about pleasure than pain. I don’t know why. I don’t know how, but the idea of it is turning me on.

He hikes my dress around my waist and lowers my panties to my knees, giving him a full view of my ass.

I feel a smack on one asscheek that makes me gasp. It stings a little and I lose my breath, but I feel butterflies in my stomach and a throbbing between my legs. He massages the spot before his hand lands on the other side. My thighs cinch together, and I’m desperate to relieve the emptiness.

By the fourth stroke of his hand, my bottom is burning and I’m dripping wet. He runs a finger down my slit. “You’re such a naughty girl. You’re getting off on your punishment, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. My head is swimming as I teeter on the edge of a full-on orgasm.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Say, ‘Please make me come, Daddy.’”

“Please make me come, Daddy.”

He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit gently. I’m already thrashing, but when he slides his middle finger, it doesn’t take long before my whole body shakes and my toes curl.

“Oh god!” I scream as an ocean tide consumes me and I cream so hard I can’t catch my breath.

When he sets me back on the floor, my knees almost give out and he loops his arms around me. If this is what he means by punishment, I should be naughty all of the time.

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