Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) Laylah Roberts (color ebook reader .txt) 📖

something, didn’t ask for it and now you just called Ed a rat-faced, pig-bum-licker.

“You want to repeat that?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“No, I think I’m good.”

“You think so, huh?” He lifted her off the stool then turned her so she was on her stomach on the kitchen counter, her legs hanging off the edge.

Oh, this was not a good position for her to be in.

“Daddy, put me down! I’m sorry!”

“You’re going to be sorry. What was the rule about respecting each other?”

“That I couldn’t call myself names.”

He opened the back of her onesie. Shoot! Why hadn’t she considered how easily that back opening gave him access to her bottom?

“And do you think you get to call Daddy names?” he asked calmly.

“I really am sorry, Daddy.”

“I know, my girl.” He pulled her panties over her bottom. “I know I pushed you. But you had other avenues to express yourself, didn’t you? You could have spoken to me calmly about your needs. You could have asked Daddy to give you an orgasm. You didn’t need to call Daddy a rat-faced, pig-bum-licker did you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m really sorry for calling you that. You’re not rat-faced and you don’t like licking pigs' bums. At least I hope you don’t.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t,” he said dryly. “Thank you for the apology. You’re still getting your bottom spanked.”

Well. That just sucked.

“Hands in front of you.”

She let out a deep sigh then pushed her hands out above her head.

“Good, keep them there. It’s a count of ten.”

“Ten! I don’t think a little name-calling warrants ten, Daddy.”

“A little name-calling? We can go for twenty, if you like.”

“Well, I already said I didn’t like ten, not sure why you think I would like twenty,” she muttered.

There was silence from behind her.

Oops.

Probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.

“Someone has a lot of attitude this morning.”

“It’s not my fault, Daddy,” she said hastily, searching around for something to blame it on. “It must be the oatmeal.”

“The oatmeal?”

“Yep. The oatmeal. Oatmeal has always made me a sassy-pants. I should stop eating it immediately.”

“Nice try, my girl. Not happening. It’s ten. But any more sass and it doubles.”

She pouted then before she realized what was happening, he’d given her two spanks.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“You didn’t warn me.”

He let out a scoffing noise. “I thought telling you that you were going to get ten was warning enough.”

“I wasn’t ready.”

“Georgie-girl, not much you can do to prepare yourself for a spanking. You just need to relax and be a good girl until it’s over.”

Relax and be a good girl? Was he crazy? How could she relax?

“Ow!” she cried out as he gave her two more smacks.

“I see you have no trouble crying out when you’re being spanked.”

“I wouldn’t know, this is my first!”

“Your first spanking?” he asked.

He rubbed her bottom. Okay, that was nice.

“Yeah. My parents didn’t spank me. My brothers threatened to, but never went through with it. Other than those few smacks you’ve given me, I’ve never had one.”

“If I’d known that I wouldn’t have made your first one a punishment spanking.”

Meaning he would have given her a pleasurable one? Her clit throbbed at the thought. She’d always been turned on by the idea of being spanked. She would search out books with spanking in them. Watch favorite TV episodes over and over which showed spanking scenes, even though they’d never really gone far enough for her.

“Not that this is much of a punishment at the moment. The last six are going to be firm and quick.” Without another word, he gave her the last six. They were so quick, she barely had time to catch her breath. And when she finally managed to take a gasp of air, it came out in a loud cry.

“Ow! Daddy! No, stop!” She kicked out with her legs, but he held her hips firmly.

“Already done, my girl. It’s all over.” He turned her and picked her up in his arms. She wrapped herself around his body, uncaring that her ass was on display. No doubt it was bright red. It felt like it was on fire.

She sobbed, even though she wasn’t actually crying. It had only been ten after all. Still, she felt the need to make some noise. She couldn’t let him get away with thinking he’d been too easy on her.

He rubbed her back, not seeming to notice her weight as he held her.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ll never sit again,” she said dramatically, throwing her head back to frown up at him. “Daddy, you spank too hard.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Actually, Daddy spanks just right. And I have a feeling you’ll sit just fine.” He set her down then turned her and pulled up her panties then did up the onesie. Okay, it hadn’t been as bad as she’d thought.

“Now, Daddy is going to go to the gym for a bit before we go out. Do you want to watch some TV or go into your fort?”

“I want to go for a run,” she stated.

“No running.”

Her mouth dropped open. “But you’re going to workout. Why can’t I?”

“Because you’re still recovering from being in the hospital. Xavier said no running for a week, remember?”

But she didn’t think he actually meant it. “Doctors say stuff like that all the time,” she complained as she stood beside the counter and watched as he drank the rest of his awful concoction. “It’s just a guideline. And they always overestimate. Like, when they say to stay in bed for a week, they really mean three days. It’s the same thing here.”

“No, when Xavier says a week. He means a week. And you’ll be waiting at least that long, plus that cut on your foot is still healing.”

She huffed out a breath. Then she picked up Squawkers. Hmm, she’d already gotten into trouble for her bratty mouth. But surely Squawkers couldn’t. She held him up to her ear, pretending that he was talking to her. “Squawkers thinks that’s silly.”

“Hmm, Squawkers has a sassy pants mouth this morning