Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“Easy, baby. There’s plenty more to come.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Holy shit! That damn well hurt. It wasn’t long until her butt was stinging and tears were dripping down her cheeks onto the floor below her. But he kept going, laying spank after spank against her defenseless ass. She tried to wiggle off, unable to help herself. But he held her steady, keeping up that same rhythm.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

She sobbed. “Daddy, stop!”

“Not yet, baby girl.”

He had to stop. She was dying. She reached back with her hands to protect her poor flaming ass, but he just grabbed her wrists gently in one hand and continued to lay into her bottom.

“No more. No more.”

“Yes, more. We have to get rid of all that guilt.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying.” Spank. Spank. Spank. “Or you think about disobeying me.”

He moved his hand lower, to the tops of her thighs. It felt like her skin was on fire. How the hell would she ever sit again?

“And you will never keep anything from me again, understand?”

She howled as another barrage of spanks descended. Shit! How did she ever think she wanted this? It was horrible.

And then she realized he had stopped. That he was rubbing her bottom gently while she sobbed and sobbed.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let it all out. Good girl. It’s all done now. All is forgiven. Abby is a good girl.”

He carefully turned her over and held her on his lap. She hissed and winced, trying to get off his lap, but he held her there.

“Uh-uh, sitting on a sore bottom is a consequence of being naughty,” he told her.

She sniffled and cried. “It hurts.”

“I know. It’s meant to.” He wiped her cheeks with his fingers. “I don’t ever want you keeping things from me, understand?”

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

“All is forgiven, baby.” He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He set her down in the bathroom and grabbed some tissues to clean her up. Then he pulled up her panties and set her onesie to right before giving her a gentle, loving kiss.

“I want you to promise to put this stuff about moving out of your head.”

“I’m just so tired of worrying about everything.” She yawned. Her bottom still throbbed, but now she felt lighter. The heavy ball of guilt was gone and she really wanted to just go to sleep.

“I know, baby. But you don’t have to move for a clean slate. You can have it right here, with me.”

He tucked her back in against his chest. It was so easy to rest against him. She loved when he held her. “But how do I do that with all this Max stuff?”

“By letting me deal with it.”

She shook her head. “That’s not fair.”

He sighed. “That wasn’t actually a request.”

“Kent...”

“Fine. By letting me help you deal with it. All right?”

He pulled her back to give her a serious look. “Agreed?”