He didn’t just spank me like a naughty little girl. He made me call him daddy.
When I pushed him too far, he put me over his knee.
I begged and pleaded, but the punishment didn’t stop.
Not until he heard me say it. Not until I called him daddy.
She knows what she needs, but I’m going to make her say it anyway.
Daddy. I love how the word leaves her blushing.
I’m going to teach her what happens to bad girls.
Then I’m going to make her mine.
Author: Shanna Handel
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 51,700 words
“No!” I cry.
But it’s too late. I’m powerless against his large frame, his huge muscles. He carries me over to the bed as I pound his back with my fists.
I’m kicking and screaming, fighting him as best I can, but he’s too strong. In moments, he’s sitting on the bed, pulling me down from his shoulder and tugging me over his lap. He flings one strong leg over mine, pinning me into place.
I throw my hands behind me, trying to protect my bottom. Those too are overtaken, pinned to my lower back with one of his big hands.
The other comes crashing down on the center of my bottom; my only defense is my tiny skirt. The pain bursts over my ass. “Ow! You son of a bitch!”
He spanks me again, right in the same spot, the sting spreading like wildfire. “Language like that gets you spanked on the bare, young lady.”
“Young lady? Who do you think you’re talking to!” But his choice of words is soon forgotten because now, he’s spanking me harder, faster, alternating cheeks. “Stop that!”
“Make me,” he chuckles, his palm coming down with a sharp smack.
I try to wriggle off his lap, but it only causes him to tighten his hold on me. “Let me go!”
He spanks me again. “I will once you’ve apologized for trying to slap me.”
I scream, “Tell me, Einstein, in your messed-up mind, how does a woman trying to slap you give you the right to spank her?”
He spanks my right cheek again, then my left, asking me, “You want to be a Beauty?”
I clench my teeth in pain. “Yes?”
“Then you should understand how the Bachman male mind works. You behave, or you get punished. And attempting to slap a man will always land you over his lap. He’d probably plug your naughty bottom as punishment as well.”
A plug in my bottom?
My ass cheeks clench together.
I’ve never seen one in person but I’ve gotten emails from friends trying to sell me sex toys online. Shaped with a narrow tip, progressively getting wider, then tapering off into a handle of some sort, just looking at the plugs made my bottom quiver.
A fire rises in my cheeks at the thought of him slipping a plug into my ass. “Since when is it your job to school me on such matters?”
“Since you came under my wing.” The spanking continues, lower now, right at the curve where my bottom meets the tops of my thighs.
“Training me at work does not constitute me coming under your wing!”
“It does if I say so.” He spanks me again, lighter this time, creating a rhythm, right, left, right, left. My bottom stings and with it a growing warmth spreads across my slick heat.
My submissive little pussy betrays my strong womanhood, reacting foolishly to his rough treatment. Moisture gathers and there’s a pulsing that has me wanting to press my thighs together for some pitiful ounce of relief.
The spanking turns from pain to… pleasure.
Soft pats land one after the other. I’m suddenly more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life—lying over the hard thigh of this man, his hand lightly spanking my ass, one that he’s made hot and stingy with his earlier, punishing spanks.
He loosens his hold on my wrists and I bring my hands to either side of my face, resting them on the bed. Despite my earlier protest, I find my bottom rising slightly in the air, eager to meet his hand. I ask, “So you think you’re in charge of me now?”
“It looks that way.” He continues to spank me, causing desire to continue to grow in my core. But now, his fingers are creeping to the hem of my skirt. “Let’s get this pesky skirt out of the way. Little girls with dirty mouths get spanked on the bare.”