Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“There are. There are fun spankings. Or spankings given to release some sort of tension.”

“A fun spanking, huh? It sounds like a thing you say to kids to get them to do something. Eat your sprouts, they taste sooo good.” She made a face.

He laughed. “Not keen on sprouts?”

SHE SHOOK HER HEAD, as she sniffled and rubbed at her dripping nose.

“Here, baby.” Kent grabbed a couple of tissues from a box on the counter and she reached out a hand to take them. But he brushed her hand away and wiped her tears then he held the tissues up to her nose. “Blow.”

Oh no.

She just stared at him.

“Blow, Abigail,” he said in that low, stern voice that made butterflies flutter in her tummy.

She blew.

He wiped her nose. She checked his face for any sign he found that gross, but his expression didn’t change. He opened a drawer and grabbed a pen and paper. He held out his hand to her. “Come, we need to have a chat.”

A chat? She didn’t want a chat. She wanted to go ice her hot ass. She was cursing the fact that she didn’t have a tiny bottom right now. She’d a big ass meant more fat to cushion the blow, right? Only there was also more surface area there for him to cover with that paddle he called a hand. Seriously. That thing should be outlawed. She glared at the offensive appendage.

“Abigail, do you need to spend some time in the corner?”

What? He wasn’t serious, right? She gaped at him.

“I’d have sent you there straight away after your spanking but this conversation is important and I didn’t want to skip it or rush through it. But if you need some more time to reflect on your spanking and your reason for it...”

“I don’t,” she said hastily, reaching for his hand and taking a step forward. She tripped and fell against him.

“Whoa, easy, baby. Just walk with small steps.”

She glanced down as he helped her stand and she saw that her pants and panties were down around her feet.

Holy shit. How had she not realized she was standing in front of him half-naked? She bent down to grab her pants.

“I didn’t say you could put your pants back on, little girl,” he said in a low voice that had her freezing.

“I...I can’t walk around half-naked.” Especially not with her red ass on display.

“Nobody is here but me.”

“But what if someone walks past a window or comes to the door? I look like a baboon,” she wailed.

He stared at her for a moment then he shook his head with a laugh. “Baby girl, you do not look like a baboon.” He tipped up her chin placing a light kiss on her lips. “You look like a naughty girl who has been properly punished. But if anyone comes to the door, you have my permission to pull up your pants.”

“Well, thank you very much,” she said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” he said seriously.

Lord, help her from killing him. Please.

Chapter Twenty

Her prayers must have been answered, because she somehow managed not to attempt to squeeze his throat until he couldn’t breathe while he led her, with her taking small steps, over to the sofa. Once he was there, he sat and pulled her onto his lap.

She squirmed. “Can’t I

do this standing up?”