Daddy's Fiery Little (Wounded Daddies 5)

Tell me now, you will not throw a tantrum in the club.” I say. I land three hard spanks in succession, and her body shakes.

She presses her lips together, determined not to give in, not to cry, not even to acknowledge the pain of the spanking. After a moment, she hisses, “No.” Then, another little moan comes out, and she gets angry about that and says, “No!” more loudly.

“Tell me now, you will not throw a tantrum in the club.” I know it will be the last time I say it. If she doesn’t give in, I just won’t keep going. I’m afraid she might be too stubborn and too angry to use the safe word, this fiery little girl. I realize as she’s there on my lap that I love her. I love her, and this is a make or break moment.

My hand comes down hard, just once.

She yelps out, “Fine! Fine! Fine, I won’t throw a tantrum in the club!”

Relief floods me so damned profoundly that even though she’s the one who got the spanking, I feel like I’m going to cry. I swallow hard.

“Little girl, if we fight, it happens privately. It doesn’t happen where customers and employees get disturbed by it. When you have something to say, you take me aside.”

“Fine!” she hisses. “Fine!” Her voice is laced with anger, and I look at her perfect rear end, so red now, so… God, so perfect.

I drive thoughts of arousal from my mind. “You are allowed to use your voice, but you aren’t going to use it in a way that hurts you or anyone else.”

“Fine!” she snaps. “I already said it was fine!”

“You need to check that attitude, little girl,” I say. “You know you were wrong tonight, twice. You know it and you’re just fighting so you can win the argument.”

“You already won!” she says angrily. “I already said it’s fine, okay? What else do you want, a Daddy of the Year trophy?”

That’s enough.

That is quite enough.

In fact, it’s more than enough.

I life her up and turn her around so she straddles me. I stare into those perfect green eyes of hers and snap, “Damn it, little girl, I love you. I love you but don’t you think for a second I won’t spank that little ass of yours black and blue!”

Her face changes.

For a moment I think she’s changed from angry to furious and then to murderous.

I’m wrong. It’s shock, pure and simple.

She lets out a sigh and asks, “You… you love me?”

“Of course, I do!” I say sternly. “But if you—”

I don’t get a chance to finish because she smiles, cries out, “Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy I love you, too!” and throws her arms around me, kissing me hard.

I feel everything melt away except for her lips on mine and when the kiss ends, I chuckle.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you, little girl?”

She bites her lips and says, “I know what I want you to do with me right now, Daddy.”