Page 35 of Daddy's Reckoning

“Important lessons,” I agreed. “But there are other things that are equally as important.”

“Like what?” She looked like she wanted to believe me, but needed convincing.

I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. “Life-work balance. Being there for your children. Them knowing they have parents who put them first. Teaching them it’s okay to be flexible and change your mind.”

“I guess so.” She smiled. It was a smile I recognized. I realized I’d been had. She’d managed to shock me into forgetting, at least for a moment, yet again. And she thought she’d won.

“Luckily for you, you have time to think about all of those things… while you’re over Daddy’s knee getting your naughty bottom spanked.”

There was a sharp gasp as her head jerked up and her gaze met mine. I could see the fight in her eyes. She didn’t want to give in, but she was running out of ammo to fight with.

I patted my knee. “You can keep coming up with ways to stall, or we can get this over with so we both feel better.”

“I’m on bedrest,” she reminded me. “You insisted.”

We both knew it was the doctor who had insisted, and me who had drawn it out. Her blood pressure was only slightly elevated, not outside the normal range, and she hadn’t run a fever since that first day. I was pretty sure she was in the clear. “Lucky for you, I don’t plan on making you leave the bed.”

I scootched until I was beside her, with my back against the headboard. I could already see the fabric of my slacks wrinkling, and I knew they’d be destroyed by the time I finished with her. Worth it. Collateral damage. A small price to pay.

When I was in position, I patted my knee again, cursing the fact that I’d left all my implements in my own room. I clearly hadn’t been thinking ahead. Oh well, it was safer this way. I could easily make my points with nothing more than my hand and my words.

Erin didn’t move. She just stared at me. And then I remembered. My girl liked to be forced. She liked to wrestle—figuratively of course?and she wanted to lose.

“You have to the count of three,” I warned. “As of right now, I’m just planning to use my hand, but if you give me a chance to get up, I will, and I’ll come back with my entire arsenal.”

How bad did she want to play? How much was she willing to fight? How much discipline did she need? That would be the deciding factor.

I watched her face as the inner struggle played across her features. “One.”

She didn’t move.

“Two.” I shifted, like I was about to get up.

“Th—”

She catapulted herself across my lap, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I’m still not sure it's safe,” she said with a pout in her voice.

“It is, but if you’re unsure, you made a good choice by not making it worse.”

Sticking my hands in the waistband of her lounge pants, I shoved the fabric down, revealing a lacy thong.

My groan of desire was feral and unbidden. God, I’d missed her. Her bottom was fuller than I remembered, and I wondered if pregnancy was going to put a little extra junk in her trunk. I hoped so. The skin was milky-white, untouched for so long, but it wouldn’t stay that way. I planned to make it glow bright red, and soon.

I ran my hand across the fleshiest part of her cheeks, just to feel the cool, smooth skin. She moaned. Her thighs parted, revealing her slick entrance, the fabric of her thong unable to hide the evidence.

I smirked. My naughty little hussy missed her Daddy. And I was going to take full advantage.

“Okay, babygirl. You’re being punished for failing your biochem class, a very important credit for your grade. Daddy is very disappointed that you didn’t ask for help sooner. I would have gotten you a tutor if you needed one.”

Her only answer was a soft whimper as I lifted my hand and brought it down hard across the center of her cheeks.

ERIN

It’s just a spanking. It will help with the guilt. It doesn’t mean anything.

That was what I told myself when I was giving in.