Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“Not that. The other part. About you not being good enough for me.”

“Oh. That.” Her cheeks flushed red. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? You’re gorgeous, smart, handsome, look at your house. My house is its poor, several times removed cousin from the wrong side of the tracks. Just like me...wait, Kent! What are you doing?” she squealed as he grabbed hold of her and lifted her onto the counter. He laid her on her stomach with her legs hanging over the edge.

“Kent! Put me down.”

“Nope,” he said grimly as he secured her flailing arms, pinning her wrists to her lower back. Then he grabbed hold of her sweatpants and pulled them down her legs. Next he grabbed her panties, tugging them under her ass.

“Kent, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you something you desperately need, little girl.” He smacked his hand down on one cheek and she let out a yowl. He shook his head at her dramatics.

He gave her other ass cheek a slap.

“No, I don’t! I don’t need this.” She kicked her legs, trying to wriggle away.

“Oh yes, you do. You need a hell of a lot more than I have time to give you right now too.” As he spoke, he continued to smack her ass with a steady rhythm. Smack, cry. Smack, cry. She was going to lose her voice if she kept up that sort of noise. And he might have to soundproof the entire house. He shrugged. If that’s what he had to do, he’d do it. Because he didn’t intend to give up spanking her. He also didn’t intend to go easy on her.

“I do not ever, ever want to hear you put yourself down like that again. You’re not to speak badly about your body, about your mind or about where you come from. So what if you don’t have as much money as I do, does that make you less than me?”

“N-no,” she sobbed out. By now her ass was a nice pink color, but he was going for a deep, dark red.

“That’s right, it doesn’t. So why would you say that? Does having money make me a better person? Does it make me smarter? Kinder? More loyal? Well?”

“No, Daddy!” she cried out.

He moved his hand lower, down to her thighs. “You are just lucky that you have to call your boss and say you can’t come in or I would be getting out my paddle right now.”

Her cries grew even louder.

“But don’t worry, that will be coming later when we deal with your punishment for not coming to me when you were in trouble.”

He laid two last smacks to the place where her ass and thighs met. She lay on the counter, sobbing her heart out.

Aww, poor darling. Even though it wasn’t at all a hard spanking, she sounded like she was dying. He let go of her wrists, checking her bruised one and hoping he hadn’t injured her.

“Baby, is your wrist okay? I didn’t hurt it, did I?” He helped her slide off the counter, cursing himself for not remembering about her bruises.

“My...my wrist?” she managed to get out between sobs.

“Yes.” He took gentle hold of her hand, turning it to study her wrist.

“Why are you worried about my wrist when my ass is on fire?” she wailed.

“Because you earned that hot ass. Denigrating yourself is one of Daddy’s big no-nos. In fact, I think now is a good time to go through Daddy’s rules.”

“Wh-what?”

“My rules for your behavior. Remember, you agreed to follow my rules,” he pulled her close, hugging her with one arm while he reached around and patted her ass gently with his other hand, “and accept my punishment for breaking them.”

“But I-I didn’t know about that rule.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m certain that we had a conversation that night I took you home after the incident at the Suck ‘n Blow where I told you that putting yourself down was always going to land you in trouble with me, did we not?”

She shook her head. “I-I guess we did.” She reached around to rub her ass but he grabbed her wrist, very gently.

“No rubbing allowed after a punishment spanking.”

“A punishment spanking? Doesn’t that imply there are spankings that aren’t for punishment?”