Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
I’ll call her mine. She’ll call me daddy.
As Cami Davis stands in front of me in her nightgown, cheeks blushing and voice quavering, I know what she’s come to ask me even before she can muster the courage to speak the words.
Did I really mean what I said to her earlier tonight?
Would I really take her over my knee and spank her like a naughty little girl?
She’s a nineteen-year-old orphan and I’m a billionaire with plans to run for mayor. I shouldn’t even be thinking about pulling down her panties and turning that cute little bottom bright red, let alone bending her over the dining room table and claiming her roughly right then and there.
But the moment I found her squatting in my newly purchased estate I knew what I needed.
Her.
Calling me daddy.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 66,000 words
Excerpt
He answered the door and at once his face was awash with relief. He glanced down, seeing me dressed in a nightshirt rather than my dress. He could see that I’d washed my face and that he had been right, I wasn’t really going anywhere tonight.
“What is it, Cami?” he asked gently. His gaze searched mine.
“Do you care enough to send me to bed?” I whispered. I stared down at the floor, embarrassed and ashamed that I was coming to this rich man to ask him to spank me for being a bad girl, but I needed this.
I hoped he did care enough to do this for me.
He reached for me and used a single finger to lift my chin. “I do care enough to send you to bed,” he said tenderly. His touch gave me courage even though my stomach was rolling with nerves.
“Do you care enough to scold me for getting so drunk the other night?” I added, my voice even softer and more hesitant now.
He held my gaze and nodded.
“Do you care enough to… to… to do what you said before?” I mumbled, my voice barely audible now. I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry and my nerves fraying at the ends with every passing moment. I could scarcely breathe, I was so nervous. I hadn’t been able to say the words. I didn’t know if I could have if I even tried.
“To do what, little girl?” he pushed gently.
I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me. His fingers curled around my chin, making me look up at him even though I wanted to do anything but. My thighs pressed together, sliding against one another as I attempted to fidget away. I felt so much smaller when he referred to me that way and it only made me feel like I needed reassurance from him more than ever.
“You know what,” I muttered, mortified. I didn’t want to say it. I was too embarrassed. Maybe he was goading me, trying to trick me into saying it.
“Do I care enough to take you over my knee and spank you like a naughty little girl?” he asked. His gaze never wavered, staying steady and strong and sure and I whimpered as I imagined the same hand that was making me look at him punishing me. That hand was so very big.
“Yes… I mean… if you think I deserve it,” I stammered.
“I do care enough about you, little girl, and you know very well that you deserve to go over my lap with that cute little nightgown lifted and your panties pulled down for a good, hard spanking to teach you what happens to little girls who pretend not to know how much they are cared about,” he said firmly, and my clit pounded with arousal.
I chewed my lip anxiously.
He released my chin and slid his fingers down my arm only to take my hand in his.
“Come now. I will give you the spanking you need and then I’ll put you to bed, little girl,” he said simply. He took a step, and I went along with him, following him without a fight.
I was quiet as he led me through the house. He didn’t take me into the living room or even the kitchen, but up to my bedroom. My mind was whirling with questions as I tried to figure out what he might do. I pressed my free hand to my belly, trying to quell the anxious butterflies flying around inside of it.
With every step, my panic seemed to intensify into a harsh blaze, only to simmer away with every gentle squeeze of his hand. The two of us reached my bedroom far too quickly. He stopped and pulled me into a firm hug.
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
“It’s okay, little girl. You’re safe with me,” he murmured. His arms squeezed tight, his voice shaking just a little.
“I’ve never been spanked before,” I whispered, almost in horror. His grip on me tightened.
“It’s going to hurt, little girl, but I think you need it to, don’t you?”
