His face softened then he sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap. She nestled her head against his chest.
He ran his hand up and down her arm. “You know what it means if you’re well enough to go back to work, don’t you?”
She stiffened, sensing a trap.
“It means you’re well enough for the punishment you have coming to you.”
Well hell. Guess she should have seen that one coming.
He’d boxed her in well and truly, because if she said she wasn’t up to the spanking she had coming, she couldn’t go back to work and if she wanted to go back to work…her bottom cheeks clenched together.
He tilted her chin up. “Longer you put it off, the more you’re going to worry about it. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes. I trust you more than anyone.”
Satisfaction filled his rugged face. “You know I won’t truly harm you.”
Of course, he wouldn’t. He was far to protective for that. He brushed a lock of her hair back off her face. “You scared me. I don’t like to be scared. I know I share some of the blame in why you didn’t come to me, but there were others you could have talked to like Ellie or Bear. You’ve also lied to me several times about your health and wellbeing. This is going to hurt. But I won’t take you past what you can cope with.”
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “I trust you, Daddy. I’m just a bit nervous.”
He cupped the side of her face. “Nerves are to be expected, but I don’t ever want you to be scared of me.”
She leaned back to smile up at him. “I could never be scared of you.”
“Good.” He stood and carried her out of the living room and into his study. He locked the door behind them.
“Why are we coming in here?” she asked.
“Because I don’t want to give you a big punishment in the bedroom or living room. Smaller spankings are fine and you can expect them to happen in any of the rooms of this house.”
Wonderful. Something to look forward to.
He settled on the huge leather couch that sat in front of the fireplace that he must have lit earlier. The heat reached out, trying to soothe her tattered nerves. He settled her so she sat on his lap, which was unexpected. She’d kind of been expecting him to swing her over his lap and start whaling on her.
“Don’t look so worried, little darling. I’m not going to jump on you,” he said with a hint of amusement.
She gave him a wry look. “Sorry, like I said. I’m nervous.”
“That’s because this is your first real punishment and you’ve had to wait for it. That wouldn’t normally happen. Punishment is given straight away, which eases all guilt since the slate is wiped clean.”
That wasn’t something she was used to. Both Brian and her aunt had loved bringing things up over and over.
“All right, baby. It’s time.” He set her on her feet. “Pull your pants and panties down. You might as well strip them off completely because you won’t feel like wearing them after.”
Well, that wasn’t ominous or anything.
“You’re really going to make me strip my pants off?”
“Yep. I’m waiting.”
He could just wait was her first thought. But her second thought was that she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. So, with hands that trembled she pulled off her pants, stepping out of them and folding them neatly. Even though she was getting spanked didn’t mean she could be messy. She hooked her fingers around her the band of her panties. She saw the way Clint’s eyes warmed, his breath hitching. She slid them slowly down. She didn’t know anything about being seductive and this didn’t really seem to be the time. So, she just pushed them down and placed them with her pants then stood there with her hands in front of her pussy, feeling ridiculously shy and unsure.
Clint patted his lap. “Come lay yourself over my knees, baby.”
Oh Jesus. This would be so much easier if he just did everything. He did hold out a hand to help her climb onto his lap. She was tense as she lay there, waiting for him to do something. When he touched her, she jumped. But surprisingly, all he did was rub her bottom.
“Such a sexy, plump bottom. Adorable.” She relaxed slightly at his words. Then a smack landed on her ass and she cried out.
“Damn it! That was too hard.”
“No swearing, little girl. Even when you’re being spanked. Actually, especially then.” As he spoke, he continued to smack his hand down on her cheeks. What the hell was he doing to her? That hurt. Like, really hurt. She’d never thought it would be enjoyable, but she hadn’t imagined this. Her ass was already hot, the skin stinging and tears filled her eyes. He seemed to be concentrating his smacks in the same place. And it was killing her.
She tried to roll away, kicking her legs frantically and he paused. God, was he going to stop? Please let him stop. But he simply moved her so she only lay over one thigh, both of her legs now trapped between his and started to spank her again.
As he spanked, he scolded. “You will not hold things back from Daddy again. I want to know immediately if anyone is threatening you or hurting you, understand?”
Smack! Smack! She started to sob and reached back in an attempt to cover her ass, to protect herself. He didn’t even pause. He just grabbed both of her wrists in one of his giant hands and held them in the small of her back. He moved his hand lower, spanking the fleshiest part of her ass. Her tears started to trip down onto the wooden floor.
“Daddy! It’s too much! Please! Stop!”
“I’m sorry, baby, but not yet. You are going to remember this lesson for a long time to come.”
Oh, she had no doubts about that.
Smack! Smack! Crack! “You will not put yourself down. Ever. I don’t want to ever hear you say that you are a burden or worthless or anything else similar, understand me? As soon as I hear anything like that you will find yourself in this position.”
He adjusted her so she lay further forward, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her steady while he laid into the top of her thighs.
“I’m sorry! Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, baby,” he said in a low voice. “And I’m sorry this first spanking had to be such a harsh one. But I cannot have you putting your health and safety in jeopardy.”
Not sorry enough to give her any leniency it seemed.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Was his hand made of wood? Was he never going to stop? She sobbed as she lay limply over his knee. She didn’t have any more fight inside her. He kept smacking, another ten or so spanks to her ass before he stopped. She didn’t realize he had stopped at first, she was still crying her heart out, her ass on fire, and yet despite the pain in her bottom, she felt lighter. More at ease.
He rolled her over then lay back on the sofa with her lying on top of him so her hot ass wasn’t pressed against anything. She lay her head against his chest and cried.
“Sh, baby, it’s okay now. It’s all over. All is forgiven. Sh. Sh now.” He was running his hand up and down her back as he spoke. She gradually pulled herself under control and just lay there, hiccupping occasionally. He reached over to the side table and grabbed the tissues then held one up to her nose.
“Blow.”
She didn’t even protest this time. Not only was it pointless but she didn’t really have the energy. As she lay there, his heat surrounding her, his scent seducing her, she felt another need rise. Yeah, her ass throbbed. It was sore. But there was a different sort of heat engulfing her. She wiggled around on top of him. He placed his hand on her back with a groan. “Don’t move around so much, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
She kissed along his jaw. “Maybe I do. I want you.”
He pushed a hand under her shirt, running it over her bare back. “I shouldn’t. Giving you an orgasm after a punishment sets a bad example.”
“Please, Clint. I need you. Please.”
He snorted. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m consider
ing breaking my own rule. Don’t think that this will happen all the time.”
“I don’t.” She leaned in and kissed him. It didn’t take him long to take over the kiss. He was too dominant to let her lead for long. But when she pulled back, he let her go.
“Can I take you in my mouth? Please?”
He stared up at her for a moment then smiled. “I would like nothing more.” She climbed off him and quickly pulled the rest of her clothes off then turned to help him strip. She undid the buttons on his shirt, brushing her hands over the silky skin of his chest. She leaned in and took one of his nipples into her mouth, loving the way he groaned.
He drew his shirt off as she reached for his jeans, undoing them and then tugging them and his boxers down. She knelt, dragging his jeans down his legs. His cock stood proudly and she couldn’t resist leaning in to take a long lick of its length.
“Jesus, baby girl. I am not going to last long.” He stepped out of his jeans then sat back on the sofa, spreading his legs. She moved between his thighs and wrapped her hand around the base of him. He was hard yet his skin was silky. His warmth seeped into her skin as she leaned in and licked her tongue across the wide head of his dick.
“Yes,” he hissed.
She loved that she could do this for him. Could give him as much pleasure as he gave her. She took the head of him into her mouth and sucked.
“Take all of me into your mouth, baby girl. That’s it. Shit. You do not know how good your mouth feels. So warm. Yes, that’s it.”
Oh yeah, he was enjoying himself. She took him deep, sucking strongly as she moved slowly back up his shaft. She dropped her free hand to his balls, cupping them gently. She heard his breath hitch, felt him grow tense.
“Oh hell. I can’t wait much longer.”
She licked her way down his cock then took one of his balls into her mouth as she ran her hand up and down his slickened shaft.
“Enough, baby. Enough.”
She pulled back and glanced up at him. “I’m not finished.”
“But I’m about to be,” he growled. “And I intend to come inside you. Reach into the back pocket of my jeans and get a condom.”
Her hand was shaking as she grabbed the condom and handed it to him. She didn’t trust herself to open it right now. He quickly sheathed his cock then held his hand to her, helping her onto his lap so she was straddling him.
He grabbed hold of her hips and started to push his way inside her. She was wet, ready for him, and thought he was moving entirely too slowly.
“Faster!” she cried out.
“No.”
She glared down at him, noted the stern slant of his jaw, the stubbornness in his gaze.
“Clint!”
“I want to go slow, to savor this. And I want you there with me when I come.” By the time he had seated himself inside her, she was trembling with the need to move.
He reached one hand up to her breast, playing with her nipple, while with his other hand he flicked at her clit. “Ride me, baby.”
He was letting her set the pace? Holy hell, she hadn’t expected that. But she wasn’t going to turn him down. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she started to ride him. His cock filled her, his fingers teased her and it didn’t take long until her heart was racing, the need to come so intense that she couldn’t think, could barely breathe.
“Please!”
“Please what?” he asked, sounding just was winded as she was. His finger continued to tease her clit, driving her higher and higher, closer to that edge.
“Please let me come! I need to come!”
“Then come, baby girl. Come hard. Scream!”
She threw her head back, slamming down on him, his movements on her clit became faster, harder and she screamed as she dived over the edge into a spiraling bliss, where everything else faded except for him.
He grabbed her hips and took over the pace, slamming into her over and over. She grabbed hold, loving his wildness, digging her nails into his skin as he let out his own yell of satisfaction.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, he held her against his chest in their normal sleeping position. Now that the endorphins from that stunning orgasm had faded, she could definitely feel the results of her earlier spanking. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably tomorrow. She reached back with one hand to touch her bottom.
“No rubbing,” he warned.
She sighed. Damn it. Luckily, she was feeling far too satisfied to get too upset with that order. She placed her leg over his and wrapped one arm over his waist.
“Where are your socks?”
“I dunno,” she said with a yawn, too tired to get up and get them. Thankfully, Clint had insisted on carrying her to their bedroom and cleaning her up, so she hadn’t had to move, even though she’d still blushed with embarrassment as he’d ran the washcloth over her swollen folds and bottom.
She didn’t know why she was still embarrassed by that, after all they’d done together.
“Your pajamas should be arriving soon.” He climbed out of bed and grabbed a clean pair of socks from one of his drawers. He reached under the covers and grabbed one foot. She yelped even though she’d been expecting it. He quickly covered her feet then climbed back in.
“Yay,” she said sleepily.
“And as soon as I have time, I’ll take you shopping for some more things.”
“I don’t need anything. And if Zeke would give me back my car, I could go into town myself to get what I need.”
“Baby, you’re never getting that car back.”
She rolled up onto her elbow to scowl down at him. “What did you do?”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling up at her. “I sent that hunk of junk to where all old cars go to die. The scrap yard.”
“Damn it, Clint. You had no right to do that without talking to me.”
He gently pushed her onto her back then lay over her, resting his weight on his arms. “It wasn’t safe to drive. It could have broken down at any time. There is no way I’d ever let you drive it again so there was no point in keeping it. If you need a vehicle then you can borrow one of the ranch trucks. But I’d rather take you wherever you need to go.”
“But, Clint—”
“And remember who is in charge of health and safety around here.”
She snorted. “You’re in charge of everything around here.”
He let out a huge sigh. “It would be nice if that was the truth, unfortunately not everyone believes that I know best.”
She rolled her eyes. “That must be so hard for you.”
“It is, yes.”
“Clint, I understand what you’re saying about my car but you still could have told me first. Before you sent it away.”
He was silent for a moment. “Point taken.”
Okay, that surprised her.
“But it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.”
She just shook her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Yes, I am. I am also going to take you shopping. You need warm clothing; suitable footwear and you don’t have near enough stuffies.”
Inky was currently tucked in between them. It amazed her that she’d found a man that not only accepted her the way she was, but actually liked her as she was.
She leaned up on one elbow, peering down at him.
“Clint?”
“Yeah, baby?” He opened his eyes and stared up at her.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
He smiled up at her. A smile that reached his eyes and lit her from the inside out.
“Promise me it will always be like this.”
He reached up and cupped the side of her face. “Even when we’re ninety, with great-grandchildren and gray hair and too many wrinkles to count you will still be my baby girl, my lover, my life, that is my promise to you. Always, little darling.”
“Always,” she whispered back.
“Now
get back under these covers before you freeze to death,” he bossed.
She grinned as she lay back against him. He was definitely the bossiest man she’d met and the most arrogant.
Oh, but he was also a good man. The very best.
Epilogue
“Charlotte Jean. Come in here now.”
Charlie froze as she was trying to tiptoe past the entrance to Clint’s study. Crap!
Eden, who had managed to wheel safely past, turned to give her a look of sympathy. Both names. That wasn’t a good sign. He only used her middle name when she was in big trouble.
She moved over to the door, knowing it wouldn’t go well for her if she ignored him.
“Hey, Eden and I are just off to the stables,” she told him with a bright smile. “I’ll come see you when I get back.”
Eden had fast become one of her favorite friends. She’d seemed aloof and cold when Charlie had first moved here, but after living with her for the last two months Charlie now knew that she was really just shy. She had the biggest heart and a snarky sense of humor. She was also kind of lonely, which seemed weird since she lived on this huge ranch with all these people, but before Charlie and Ellie had come along the only other women here had been a lot older than her. And her brothers didn’t approve of the friends she had in town. Truthfully, Charlie didn’t like them much either.
“Tell Eden she’s on her own. You and I are going to have a chat.”
Her shoulders slumped and she pouted.
“In here. Now.”
She turned to glance at Eden who smiled and shrugged. “I’ll see you later.”
“Later.”
Clint frowned at her as she walked in. “Shut and lock the door behind you.”
Well, that wasn’t a good sign. He didn’t usually worry about where they were or who was around when he smacked her butt. Although her Little only usually came out around him. Or Ellie.
It was taking some getting used to, living with someone who was so damn attentive, and who wasn’t afraid to take her in hand if he thought she needed it.
She also felt more loved and safer than she had in forever.
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