Daddy's Best Friend - Page 40

“What am I going to do with you?” He shook his head and grabbed me by the waistband of my pajama pants.

“I’m trying to give you a reason to do something to me.” I bit down on my lip and looked up at him.

“You’re walking a fine line…” He growled under his breath. “One that is going to put you across Daddy’s knee instead of getting you the playful spanking you want.”

“How do you know that isn’t what I want?” I smiled and tilted my head.

“You seemed to enjoy what happened at the pool a lot more than any of the other spankings you’ve gotten.” He pulled me a little closer.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want a visit from Daddy every now and then…” I put my hand on his chest.

“I’m guessing we’re in the now part of that.” He exhaled sharply.

“We are.” I nodded.

“Fine.” He pulled away from me and walked to his liquor cabinet. “I’ll let you choose how you spend your evening.”

“Okay…” I stared at him with a little bit of confusion on my face.

“You know how I feel about alcohol.” He pulled a bottle out, along with a shot glass. “I’m going to pour you a shot. If you choose to drink it, then I’ll take you upstairs and punish you. If you don’t want that, then you can join me on the couch, and we can have a little fun. Your choice.”

Well this certainly got serious—real quick.

Greyson poured a shot, put the bottle away, and left it sitting on the table. He walked back to the couch and left me to make my choice. I could down the shot and get punished for it, or I could have a little fun like we did at the pool. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to drink the shot—I was just trying to playfully get a few firm smacks. The shot was going to get me more than that. Somewhere inside of me, the lingering need for a Daddy just started to take charge. I walked towards the shot and stared at it. It was a mistake—a big one—yet I knew I was going to make it before I lifted the glass to my lips.

“Last warning.” His voice was stern, and I knew he meant business.

“Yeah.” I stared at the drink and lifted it to my lips. “Bottoms up…”

In more ways than one…

“You really did it…” Greyson stood to his feet.

“That—wasn’t alcohol.” I felt my face pucker. “What was that?”

“It was just a mixer, but—the intention was still there. We’re going upstairs, young lady.” He walked over and grabbed me by the arm.

Why am I suddenly feeling a lot of regret over that decision? Isn’t that what I wanted? Oh god…

“Wait, you’re not—really going to spank me are you?” I had no choice but to go with him, because he was practically lifting me off the floor.

“I gave you a choice.” He pulled me towards the staircase. “You made it.”

“We could—have some fun…” I reached down and tried to grab his cock. “I could do what I did for you earlier.”

“You’re going to be on your knees apologizing once I’m done with you—and then you’re going to spend another night tied to the bed.” He pushed me into my room once we got to the top of the stairs.

I was torn between the strange desire and t

he realization of what that desire was about to cost me. I wished I could take it back, but I couldn’t—I just had to let my bad girl side out to play. She was like a devil whispering in my ear when it was time to be naughty, but when it was time to face the punishment—she had completely disappeared. I made the decision—and it seemed that I was going to have plenty of time to regret it over his knee.

“Strip from the waist down.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “You should know the routine by now.”

“Yes sir…” I nodded and pushed my fingers into my pajama pants.

I let my pajama pants and panties fall to the floor, then I walked over to Greyson. He guided me across his knee and put me in the position I knew so well. I felt that hint of panic creeping up—the one that I was searching for when I started looking for a way to get in trouble. I just hoped the touch of danger and thrill of getting a few firm smacks didn’t become my greatest regret before it was over. There was safety in letting my bad girl side out when I was with Greyson, even if it did result in a sore bottom. I held all of that together when I was with Meghan. I considered that an accomplishment. I had started to become a different person, but the bad girl inside of me still needed to be spanked—maybe she was ready for her punishment after all. Maybe she was wrapped around my core and we were in one in the same.

“Tell me why you’re going to get spanked.” Greyson patted my ass a couple of times.

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