Jason Oliver once broke Catherine Richardson’s heart to chase his Olympic dreams, but when her life falls apart her first love doesn’t just sympathize, he makes it clear that things are going to change. From now on, she’ll be taking better care of herself or he’ll be taking her over his knee.
Though a single stinging swat over her jeans is enough to show her that he means business, it isn’t long before she’s blushing crimson as her bottom is bared for a sound spanking on the side of the road, and when he throws her over a haybale he finds her soaking wet and ready for him.
But when he brings her to a desperate, quivering climax, she won’t just be screaming his name.
She’ll be calling him daddy.
Author: Kelly Dawson
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.99
Length: 63,700 words
“Good,” he growled. “It’s supposed to hurt.” He slipped a finger inside the elastic of her knickers. “It will hurt even more soon, when these come down and I spank you bare.”
“No! You can’t!” she begged, but even as her bottom burned, her traitorous body danced with arousal. You can, her inner voice insisted. You can, please! Her breasts were hot, heavy, achy, far too sensitive against the lace that restrained them. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed, begging for attention, too. Please take my knickers off, I want to feel your bare hand against my skin.
Her breath hitched as he slid his hand down inside her underwear, trailing his finger down to that special spot between her legs, dipping it into her juices.
“I can’t pull down your knickers, huh?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “This wet pussy is telling me another story. I think you’re enjoying this, naughty girl.”
Catherine inhaled sharply as he moved his finger around inside her, teasing her, sending sparks shooting up her spine, right there on the side of the road as she bent over the back of his Pajero.
“Stand up.” He let go of her so quickly she nearly fell, pulling his fingers out of her underwear abruptly, and stepped aside. “Take off your knickers. Go and put them in the car and then come back here.”
Slowly, so slowly, Catherine slid her knickers down her legs, holding Jason’s gaze the whole time. This was scandalous, but so erotic! She felt so vulnerable, so naughty, so horny all at once. The air was too thick to breathe, too heavy to drag into her lungs. It was electric and sparking.
Her skirt fell back into place as she stepped out of her underwear and she bent to pick them up, her eyes never once leaving his. Stepping forward, she chucked them over the seat to land inside the truck somewhere; she didn’t much care where. She didn’t care if they’d be visible through the window, or if they’d landed on the floor. All she cared about right then was Jason. More, her inner voice begged.
“Bend back over again,” he commanded, his voice gravelly, like he was struggling to speak. “Push your bottom out.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and when she hesitated just slightly, he slapped her thigh sharply at the same time as he lifted her skirt up, out of the way, baring her completely on the side of the road. Goosebumps rose on her arms, but it wasn’t from the gentle breeze that kissed her skin. It was anticipation, the knowledge that there was so much more to come.
She felt Jason tuck the hem of her skirt inside his fist as he rested it on her back, just as he’d done before and she held her breath, but it did nothing to still the pounding of her heart. His lips brushed her neck as he bent to whisper in her ear with a ragged breath, “When I give you an order, little girl, I expect it to be obeyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice tiny, a cross between a whisper and a squeak.