Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Okay, now the butterflies in her tummy were on full alert, but her Daddy wasn’t done.
“You see this gun, over here?”
Sage nodded.
“I thought I might have a rustler out here. I protect what’s mine, Wildfire. I could have shot you because of all the things I might have imagined would be in my barn this late at night, causin’ a ruckus, the last thing I’d ever think was that it would be you trying to ride a fucking horse!” He’d started off calmly but ended up almost shouting.
Sage shifted her weight back and forth on her feet. This was not going to go well for her. She just knew it.
“You could have been seriously hurt in so many ways. How do you think I would have felt if I had been the one to hurt you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, voice wobbling.
Evidently, her Daddy decided the talking part of the evening was done. He simply hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her across the barn, his long strides eating up the distance to the nearest hay bale. The next thing she knew, he was propping one booted foot on the straw. Flipping her clean off her feet, he bent her face down over his hard thigh in one swift, no-nonsense motion.
She let out a startled squeal that echoed off the rafters.
She was about to experience what she’d wondered about for years, reading her Daddy books. But with the prospect of getting a well-deserved spanking in her immediate future, she discovered she was starting to reconsider.
Grabbing the waistband of her pajama shorts, he yanked them down her legs in one strong tug that boded nothing but doom for her tender bottom. Before she could protest, his broad palm cracked down hard across her backside. No warmup smacks for her. At least, she hoped these slaps he was delivering to her bottom weren’t warmups. If they were, she might never sit again.
At least she got to keep her panties on. Still, the impact stole her breath. The second he started smacking her bottom, her thoughts focused on what had gotten her in this position. Funny how a spanking could do that.
Heat bloomed instantly, spreading across her backside in a bright, stinging wave that made her squirm over his hard thigh.
Ow! She winced when he brought his hard hand down again. And again. Then he smacked her again, even harder. “Ow!”
“Grady!” she cried, voice high and wobbly.
“When you’re over my knee,” he growled, “you call me Daddy.”
Instinctively, she reached back to protect her bottom. He caught her wrist without missing a beat and pinned it securely beside the other at the base of her spine. Movement was impossible. She could feel him looking at her vulnerable bottom lifted so shamefully over his knee.
The thought made her face flame even hotter. She felt so exposed, so small, so completely at his mercy. He didn’t pause in the steady rhythm of smacking her bottom. If anything, his smacks grew faster with her every protest.
He covered every square inch of her bottom, including her sit-spots, until they burned. And then he started all over again, only this time he brought his hand down in the same spot five times before moving.
Soon, it was more than she could stand. “Ow!”
Spankings hurt! Like, a lot! There should be warnings in the front of those Daddy books. Do not try this at home. Can result in red throbbing bottoms and the inability to sit. If she’d known it was going to be like this, she would have come up with another way to make Grady need her.
“Owie! Oh, oh! N-not there, Daddy. Move your h-hand around! Please. Ow!” Tears already prickled at the corners of her eyes. Her bottom was on fire. It already felt like he was going scorched earth on her, and she feared he was nowhere close to being done. Every inch of her skin was alive with sensation. She was embarrassed, nervous, and achingly aroused all at once.
“Grady, don’t!” she wailed, scissoring her feet in order to alleviate the sting, even knowing it was useless.
A firm swat landed on the back of her thigh, a clear warning. “Try that name again, little girl.”
“Daddy! I meant D-Daddy, don’t,” she yelped. How could smacks on her bottom hurt this bad? Probably because he had a hand as hard as a paddle. “Please…”
“Oh, we’re way past that, naughty girl,” he growled, the low, stern sound vibrating through her and straight into her tummy. “You’ve been asking for this ever since you pulled up to my door.”
Sage’s breath hitched. Not only from the pain but also from the disappointment in his voice. She was in real trouble this time. The kind of trouble that made her feel very small and very sorry.
“When you’re getting your bottom blistered, you’ll call me exactly what I am.”