Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Not you,” she said. “You’re perfect.”
“No such thing as perfect, unless I’m looking at you.”
Tamsyn shook her head. That wasn’t true. In fact, it was so far from the truth that it was laughable. “Not me.”
“Hmm, well, maybe I should say that you’re perfect for me. And being perfect for me doesn’t mean that you always have to do everything right, that you always have to follow the rules. Do you want to know a secret?”
Uh.
She guessed, even though it seemed a strange thing to ask in the middle of a conversation.
“The truth is . . . if you were truly perfect, if you never did anything naughty, if you followed all the rules and never put a foot wrong . . . well, you wouldn’t be perfect for me because I rather like that I get to spank you.”
She gasped, making it very long and dramatic.
Because a secret like that needed some drama.
“You like to spank me?” she cried, outwardly outraged.
And secretly, relieved.
Salem’s eyes danced with amusement. “I know it’s shocking, but yeah, I do.”
“That’s just mean, Daddy. You shouldn’t like spanking me. You should like spoiling me.”
“Well, luckily, I like that too.”
“You do?” she asked breathlessly. She’d just been joking. She didn’t really expect him to spoil her.
“Oh, yeah. And I’ll be spoiling you . . . right after I spank you.”
Again, her lower lip dropped out. “I still don’t want the spanking.”
“Then you shouldn’t have broken the rules. If I don’t punish you, then what’s to stop you breaking them again? And next time you might get hurt. I can’t allow that.”
“That seems like some Daddy logic right there,” she said.
“Poor baby, you’re regretting your choices right now, huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s normal. As long as you’re not regretting choosing me.”
Was that a hint of vulnerability in his voice? She’d never heard that from Salem before. She hadn’t thought that he’d ever doubt himself.
And why would he? He was Salem.
What could possibly be improved on?
“Never,” she whispered. “It would be impossible to regret choosing you.”
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Good. I want you to remember that in a few minutes.”
She gulped.
Then he lifted her, standing her on her feet. “Now, do you know why you’re being punished, Little one?”
“I’m going to assume that ‘because Daddy is a meanie’ is not an acceptable answer.”
“You’re right,” he replied. “Because all that answer will get you is some time in the corner.” He gestured toward the chair facing the corner.
Oh, she should have realized that was why the chair was there.
“You’d be sent to sit in the corner and think about your answer and how you might choose something more appropriate. And then you’d come out of corner time and walk over to me to give me that answer.”
“And then what?
“Then you’d get a spanking and all would be forgiven.”
“Forgiven? Really? Does a punishment really work like that?” she asked.
She was skeptical. Because in her experience, forgiveness was impossible to come by. And from what she’d seen of other people’s relationships, things were often brought up over and over again. It didn’t seem that humans found it easy to forgive and forget.
Then again, sometimes they shouldn’t forgive and forget because some things were simply unforgivable.
“It does for me. Once a punishment is given, that’s it. You’ve paid your dues and hopefully you have learned from your mistake.”
“Well, hopefully.” She wasn’t so sure.
“Do you want to ask any more questions?”
“Umm.”
Questions. What kind of questions could she come up with to delay this?
“I can see that you don’t have any questions,” he said dryly.
“I might! I’m just trying to think of some.”
Salem chuckled. “Little one, I don’t think you’re meant to tell Daddy that you’re trying to delay your spanking.”
“Ohh. But you said not to lie, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “Brat. So I did. Let’s get this spanking done before you say anything that’s going to get you into more trouble.”
She groaned. But that was actually a good idea. She really didn’t want to add to her spanking.
He reached for the top of her pants and she took a step back.
“Daddy, what are you doing? You haven’t even bought me dinner.”
“I’ll buy you dinner later,” he told her. “But this isn’t about sex. We need to strip off your pants for your spanking.”
“What? Why? And do we really have to do this here?” She glanced around the room. “What if they have cameras in here?”
He glanced around as well. “Who are they?”
“I don’t know . . . someone . . . anyone . . . the Ox. What if the Ox is watching us right now? Do you really want him to see my bare bottom?”
“He’s not watching. There are no cameras.”
“Are you sure?”
“It would be illegal to film us without our permission.”
“I hate to tell you this, Daddy. But the kind of person who would film someone getting their butt paddled, isn’t really gonna be concerned with permission or legalities.”