Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Drive carefully. Don’t let Buzzy distract you.”
“Buzzy wouldn’t do that. He’s a very well-behaved bee.” She walked to her open car door and paused before adding, “I don’t suppose you have honey at home?”
“I do—in one of those squeezable bear bottles. Why?”
“Buzzy does like to have some where he lives,” Gemma shared.
“I’ll be sure to stock up. Let’s go home.” He stepped forward to kiss her and help her into the car. In a few short minutes, she followed him from the parking lot, retracing the path Gemma had thought she’d never travel again.
Chapter Seventeen
By the time Gemma pulled into her Daddy’s driveway, she was feeling chagrinned. She’d been really naughty when she’d left him without giving him the opportunity to explain. She’d gone into offensive mode, worried about herself and how his leaving would impact her life.
Anton met her at her car and opened the door for her to help her out. He was smiling, but his face fell when he met her gaze. “What’s wrong, Little Bee?”
She grabbed Buzzy from the seat next to her and snuggled him as she climbed from the car. “I was a bad girl the other day, and I’m feeling sad about my behavior.”
“Ah.” He pulled her and Buzzy into his arms and held her head against his chest. “I understand, Little Bee. You were scared. I was still dealing with the shock of my boss’s demand. I hadn’t processed it yet.” He cupped her head and tipped it back. “I do wish you would have stayed and talked it out with me instead of running away, but I know you were protecting your heart.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. “It was a bad choice.”
“Next time we face something life throws at us, you’ll stay and talk to Daddy.”
She nodded. “But…”
“But what?” He lifted a brow.
“But I need you to punish me for what I did this time. It was naughty and selfish.”
He smiled at her. “If it will help you purge the guilt, I’d be happy to discipline you.”
“It would.”
“Let’s go inside.” He grabbed her hand and led her into the house.
“Go put Buzzy in your crib, Little Bee,” he instructed with a pat on her bottom.
“Yes, Daddy.” She scurried off in the direction of the nursery. After depositing her beloved stuffie gently in the crib, she returned to the living room.
Anton was shutting the front door. He had a pizza in his hands. “Shall I set this in the oven on warm so I can discipline you before we eat?”
She rocked back and forth on her heels, crossing her hands behind her back. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
She held her breath as she watched him take care of the pizza, and then he was back. Gemma had no idea if she was making a mistake or not. He’d spanked her before, but that one had been for pleasure. This time would be for punishment.
Anton lowered onto the sofa and reached for her. “Come here, Little girl.”
Gemma took a slow deep breath and braced herself as she joined him. She’d been spanked before, but this was going to be different.
He took her hands. “Why is Daddy going to spank you?”
“Because I was naughty and ran away instead of talking things out with you, Daddy.”
“That’s right. I know this is your first naughty-girl spanking, but I promise you’ll feel better afterward. When Daddy spanks you for misbehaving, it wipes the poor decision away and cleans the slate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He guided her to one side and helped her extend over his knees.
She trembled as he removed her flats before pushing her dress up to her back. When he slid her panties down to her knees, she held her breath.
“Spread your legs, Little Bee. I want you to stretch your panties with your thighs and keep them in place.”
She did as he requested as she tucked her hands under her chest.
“That’s a good girl.” He rubbed her bottom. “I’m going to spank you harder than I did last time. It’s going to hurt. Let yourself relax and absorb the pain. I promise it will leave you feeling cleansed.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She wasn’t sure she understood, but she trusted him.
She flinched when he landed the first swat, and her breath hitched when he spanked her three more times in succession without stopping. He gripped her bottom tightly, applying pressure to the burning skin. The pressure grounded her and helped her absorb the sting.
Gemma squirmed. She was shocked to find she kind of liked this punishment. Already she was understanding his explanation. It felt good to be swatted hard and fast. The spanking would replace her naughty behavior. Wash it away.
When Daddy lifted his hand again, she didn’t have a chance to react before he continued to spank her, swatting all over her bottom and the backs of her thighs.