Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
She bit her lip. Both punishments at once? That sounded, umm, painful. But, then again, maybe it was a better idea. Then she wouldn’t have to wait and wonder.
“I want to get both over and done with at once.”
He studied her for a moment. “All right. We’ll say fifteen with my hand and ten with the paddle.”
Her mouth dropped open. Holy crap.
“Umm, maybe we should talk about this.”
“You can talk to me whenever you like, baby. You know that.”
She did know that. But really, what was there to say? She should have told him she wasn’t coping with all the stress. And she really shouldn’t have gotten out of bed and snuck off to find her phone.
“Do you have something you want to say?” he asked gently.
“Just that I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are, little darling. After your spanking, we’re going to cure this boredom of yours with some lines. I think a hundred lines saying you won’t try to trick Daddy again ought to do it.”
This time she groaned. She’d rather have another spanking.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll go get your paddle.” He stood and she backed up. He picked up a pillow, placing it at the end of the bed. “I want you lying over that. Your panties off, nightie up above your bottom. I’ll be back soon.”
She got herself into position, feeling embarrassed at the sight she knew she must be making as he walked back into the room. But then, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her in this position plenty of times. He knew her backside better than she did.
That was for sure.
“Good girl.” He ran a hand down her bottom and she jumped, startled. She hadn’t heard him return.
“Been a while since you’ve had a proper spanking, hasn’t it, little darling?”
Which was a good thing to her thinking.
“Hmm, maybe we should implement a rewards/punishment system like the two docs have for Little Caley. At the end of each week you can pull something out of the rewards jar or the punishment jar depending on if you’ve been a good girl or a naughty one.”
Oh no. That sounded terrible.
“Daddy, we don’t need that,” she said quickly.
“No, I think it’s a good idea.”
Shoot.
“Right, little darling. Hand spanking first.”
She braced herself. Waiting.
Nothing happened.
It wasn’t like Clint to make her wait.
She turned her head to look at him, saw him frowning down at her. “Daddy?”
He was frowning. “I probably should ask Doc before I start spanking you.”
That was…surprising. Clint never usually hesitated when it came to punishing her. He never really hesitated when it came to anything.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. She stood and turned around.
“You fainted, Charlotte. When Linc came into the house with you in his arms, you were so white and still.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even be spanking you at all. What am I thinking?”
He ran a hand over his hair. “And you wouldn’t have even been outside if it hadn’t been for me running my big mouth.”
She placed her hand on his firm chest. “First of all, it was my fault for listening in. I shouldn’t have done that. And I knew I was getting stressed. I should have told you. I’m so sorry I didn’t.”
He drew her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“I feel fine now, Daddy. Promise. All those vitamins and rest and the shakes and I feel probably better than I did before.”
She leaned back to look up at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to talk me into spanking you?”
She groaned. “I am, aren’t I?”
“You need it, don’t you, little darling?”
No, she did not. Did she? Argh, damn it. There was still a lump of guilt in her stomach. For worrying him. For sneaking around and trying to trick him.
“Can we just get it over with?”
“We’ll take care of the hand spanking today. The paddling can wait until the honeymoon.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. She gaped at him.
“You are not taking that paddle on our honeymoon, Clint Jensen,” she said sternly.
He lowered his brows. “Little darling, it’s the first thing I’m going to pack.”
Her mouth dropped open. Her cheeks heated. “Oh God, I hope your bags don’t get checked by TSA.”
“If they do, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a naughty Little girl to punish.”
“You wouldn’t.”
But he would. He totally would. She groaned.
“Turn around and get back into position,” he commanded.
The boss was back.
She turned, leaned over the bed with her legs spread.
Charlie didn’t even get the chance to take a breath before Clint’s hand landed heavily on her bottom.
Smack! Smack!
Ouch! Owie!
Slap! Slap!
Soon she was wiggling where she was standing, bent over the bed. Her ass was stinging and she knew it was only going to get worse. His spanks were steady, he covered her ass, not missing a spot. The pain grew. She wanted to move, wanted to stand up, but she knew he was right. She needed this. Likely, so did he.