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Daddy: A Mafia Billionaire Romance by Shanna Handel

Three years ago I called him daddy. Then he left me wet and wanting.
I was naughty so he bared my bottom and spanked me like a little girl.
Now I’ve been naughty again, and this time the punishment will be different.
This time daddy is going to make me his… whether I like it or not.

I remember the night she called me daddy like it was yesterday.
She was barely eighteen and in need of a firm hand, so I took her over my knee and left it at that.
But now she’s gotten herself in real trouble. The kind I deal with personally.
She’s been given to me, and soon she’ll call me daddy again… before I make her my wife.

Publisher’s Note: Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Shanna Handel

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 49,300 words

Excerpt

I give her bottom another hard spank. “Who’s your daddy, baby girl?”

“You are, Daddy.”

“And who’s going to punish you when you’re bad?” I ask, giving the center of her right cheek a stinging smack.

“Ooh,” she sucks air between her teeth in pain, “you, Daddy.”

“And who’s going to take care of you and teach you to obey so you stay out of trouble for once in your life?” Two spanks in quick succession right in the center of her ass.

“Oh, ow! You, you, Daddy!” She wiggles her hips in pain, trying to avoid the next spank.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pinning her in place. “Naughty girl, wiggling all over my lap. Do I need to take my belt to your bottom?”

“No, Daddy! I’ll stay in place.”

I spank her bottom, right cheek, left cheek, then repeat the pattern, each time asking her a question. Each time my cock getting harder as she squeaks out her answer of, “Yes, Daddy.”

I will never tire of hearing those words escape her lips.

When her bottom is warm and pink, I slide my finger into her pussy. “Wet for Daddy. You enjoyed your spanking a little too much, didn’t you? No matter, we will start your training, now. Soon you will be my very, very good girl.”

She goes to stand, but I push her back down over my lap. “Not so fast…”

“But you’ve already spanked me, Daddy.”

“I know. But there are other ways daddies punish their baby girls’ naughty bottoms.”

She gasps, “Like how?”

From my pocket, I retrieve the beautiful little silver plug for her bottom—I’ve chosen the smallest one we have knowing how tight my girl is. “We like to punish the inside too.”

As I anticipate, her curious face peers over her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees what’s in my hand. “What’s that… thing?”

I say, “This, my dear, is your bottom plug.”

Her eyes go big as saucers. “Wait… you’re going to put that… thing in my bottom?”

“Say plug, baby girl,” I say.

Her face becomes as pink as her freshly spanked bottom. “You’re going to put that plug in my bottom? I’ve never had anything in there before.”

My cock hardens, finding out she’s a back door virgin. I’d suspected so, but as her husband, the news pleases me. “Yes. But first, spread your legs.”

“Yes, sir.” Feeling the pressure from my hand to part them further, she complies, widening her legs. I can see her glistening sex, the swollen lips of her begging pussy, all cased between the pink cheeks of her round ass. The musky scent of her arousal reaches me and the desire to bend her over this stool and fuck her is almost too great to resist.

But what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t train my baby girl to obey me first?

I slide the plug inside of her slick heat. She moans, lying limp over my lap, enjoying the shameful intrusion. I turn it, swirling it to gather her slickness, lubing it for her tight little bottom. When I pull it back out, she whimpers in displeasure.

Exchanging the plug for my thick fingers, I enter her pussy, plunging within in, fucking her tight hole until she’s bucking over my lap, crying for more. I leave her, panting and begging, sliding my lubed fingers up to her rosebud.

“Oh, please, don’t,” she cries. But her bottom pushes up higher in the air, wanting my attention.

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