Page 14 of Daddy's Temptation
Her face turns hard. “Among other things.”
I raise an eyebrow in question expecting more, but she doesn’t elaborate. I decide to leave it for now. “If you aren’t happy, why do you stay? There are a dozen firms in the city that would be lucky to have you.”
“None as prestigious as Sloan International.”
“You don’t seem the type to care about prestige.”
She laughs at that. “Of course I care. Why would I want to work at some company that’s beneath me?”
She’s full of shit, but I don’t call her on it. “Do you want to tell me why you spit in your boss’ coffee today?”
“How about you just spank me for it instead?”
My cock jumps to attention again, totally on board with that idea. I study Candace’s face for a moment. She’s completely shut down. I know pushing her to open up anymore will send her running, and that’s the last thing I want.
“Finish your dinner, then I’ll take care of your naughty behind.”
There is a flash of defiance in her eyes, but like a good girl, she picks up her fork and takes another bite of her mac and cheese. She pokes at her chicken tender, and instead of cutting into it, she picks it up and dips it into the sauce. She takes a big bite and chews as she lets herself slip into little space; I can see her worries falling away.
“Is it good?”
She nods, taking another bite. After a few more bites, she pushes her plate away. “Are you forgetting something, angel?”
Candace looks at me with big doe eyes. We both know she didn’t eat a single bite of asparagus. I’m guessing she either hoped I wouldn’t notice or hoped I didn’t care if she ate her vegetables. She’d be wrong. I both noticed and care.
“Nope! I’m all full.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “How could you possibly be full when you didn’t eat your veggies?”
She scrunches up her nose and looks at the green stalks as if they’ve offended her by just being on her plate. “I don’t like asparagus.”
“It’s good for you.”
“Don’t care,” she says defiantly.
“Candace, eat your vegetables.” I easily slip into daddy-mode. It feels good to take care of her on just a fundamental level.
She crosses her arms, pushing her mouthwatering breasts up. I would like nothing more than to lick the pale mounds, but that’s not what my angel needs. “Don’t wanna.”
I have to fight back laughter at the petulant look on her face. God, she’s fucking adorable. “Maybe they’d taste better after I spanked your sassy bottom.”
Candace’s nostrils flare, but she doesn’t relent. I knew she wouldn’t. She came here looking for a spanking. For a way to let go for a while. I haul her out of her seat and up over my lap. Before she has a chance to protest, I slap my hand down on her covered bottom. She squeals even though I know it didn’t hurt. I lay a couple more spanks over her pants that hardly cause her to squirm.
“Are you ready to eat your vegetables?”
“No way. If they are so good,youeat them,” Candace sasses.
I tsk. “Wrong answer, angel.”
I make quick work of pulling her pants down around her knees, groaning when I see her pale pink lacy panties clinging to her wetly. My sweet girl is already horny for me. I push her panties down as well, barely resisting the urge to test her wetness. Instead, I let my hand crack down on her freshly bared bottom. Her breath hisses through her teeth, and she jerks in my grip. That got her attention. I lay a swat on her other cheek, then alternate from one to the other until her bottom is a lovely shade of pink. Candace discretely rubs her thighs together, trying to ease her growing need.
I slap her thighs in quick succession, instantly halting her movements. “Naughty girls don’t get pleasure.”
She whimpers but doesn’t protest. I right her on my lap, then stab one of the spears of asparagus on her fork and offer Candace a bite. She reluctantly takes a bite, then another. She eats two whole spears before I lift her in my arms and carry her to the corner. I set her on her feet, turning her to face the corner. I step away, admiring her pink bottom.
“Stand here while daddy does the dishes.”
“I don’t like corner time. Can’t you just spank me some more, daddy?” She looks over her shoulder at me with a pout.