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Her Forever Daddy by Meredith O’Reilly

Though Kate is used to being taken over her firm-handed husband’s knee with her panties down for a sound spanking whenever she has been naughty, she cannot help wondering nervously how he will react when she calls him daddy for the very first time in the midst of a quivering climax.

Michael has never hesitated to give Kate what she needs, whether that is a stern correction with a hairbrush applied to her bare bottom or the hard lovemaking that often follows. When he realizes how deeply his beautiful bride is aroused by the idea, Michael makes it clear that from now on she will be calling him daddy in the bedroom no matter how much she blushes at the thought.

Even with her desire for her husband growing stronger every day, however, Kate’s insecurities continue to mount as well. Can Michael find a way to convince her that he is her forever daddy?

Publisher’s Note: Her Forever Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of Her Forever Daddy was previously published under the title Daddy’s Naughty Girl as part of a multi-author collection entitled Daddy’s Demands: Twenty-Five Steamy Daddy Dom Romance Novellas.

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Author: Meredith O’Reilly

eBook Price: $2.99

Length: 32,600 words

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He placed another half dozen spanks onto each of my cheeks. I couldn’t help but try to wiggle around to get away from the sting.

“What’s our rule about wiggling during your punishments, young lady?” he asked, as he maneuvered one of his legs to wrap it around the top of mine. Now I couldn’t move at all.

“I’m sorry. It hurts a whole bunch,” I admitted.

“I know and I hate having to do this, but you broke the rules and you knew what the consequences were going to be.” He gave me a small reprieve by rubbing my heated skin, which gave me a chance to calm down a bit.

All too soon he was saying, “I’m going to use your hairbrush now, Kate. You get five strokes with this and I want you to count as I give them.”

Five?” He had to be crazy. That was four too many in my opinion!

“Let’s make it six.”

“No-no, I’m sorry,” I begged, hoping he would go back to his original number, but I knew it was too late.

He landed the first two smacks on my right cheek.

“One, two,” I called out, biting my lip to try to stop the tears from flowing down my face. It was hard to do though because I was in physical pain, but more important, I was feeling pretty disappointed in myself.

I’d known better than to lie to my husband, yet I’d done it anyway and for what? It didn’t make me feel any better; in fact it made me feel worse. I knew talking things out with him would help make things better, but again I had chosen not to. And by doing so, I hurt him and that was the worst feeling in the world. For that alone, I knew I had earned this punishment fair and square and the only way I would feel better would be to take it as best as I could. Afterward, all would be forgiven.

He placed the next two strokes on my left cheek, causing a strong stinging sensation to shoot through my entire ass.

“Three. Four. I’m sorry,” I cried out, not trying anymore to hold back my tears. It was too intense with all the emotions racing through me on top of the burning feeling. My ass was seriously starting to hurt. I was sure it was bright red and radiating with heat.

“Last two, sweetie. You can do it,” Michael encouraged me before he placed one stroke on each of my sit spots.

“Five. S-Six.” That pushed me over the edge and I started to sob at the pain. It felt like my ass and the top of my thighs were on fire.

“You did so well, honey,” he said, picking me up and then cuddling me on his lap. “I’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”

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