Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Daddy,” she sighed and tucked her head snugly into the crook of his neck to press a sweet kiss before drifting off again.
Jerico led the way outside, opening doors to help Max tuck his Little safely into the truck. After stretching the seatbelt across her body, Max stepped back to close the door quietly. He held his hand out to Jerico.
“I owe you, man.”
“You don’t. They had fun. Saylor had a delicious lunch. She’s a good girl,” Jerico said. “Are you keeping her?”
“Forever and ever,” Max answered.
“Good. See you tomorrow. Saylor’s welcome to hang with Aspen tomorrow if you want to drop her off.”
“I’ll let her sleep in. Thank you for the offer. I appreciate it.”
Jerico nodded and headed back for the house as if the most precious woman in the world waited for him. Max climbed into the truck and drove slowly home, avoiding bumps and braking too suddenly so his precious cargo could continue to rest.
She blinked her eyes open as he pulled into the garage. He loved her sweet, sleepy look of happiness upon seeing him. “Stay where you are, baby. I’ll come carry you in.”
A short time later, Max sat down on the couch with Saylor on his lap. “Little girl, do you have anything to tell me?”
“Like what, Daddy?” she asked, looking confused.
“Did you follow all of Hank’s directions?”
“Yes. All of them,” she rushed to assure him.
Max met her gaze and waited. She swallowed hard and squirmed slightly, visibly struggling to decide what to do. He didn’t say anything to relieve the tension. This was a lesson she needed to learn.
A few seconds later, she blurted, “I was supposed to stay behind the bleachers when Sammie appeared, but I could tell she wasn’t a threat.”
“How?”
“Well… she’s a girl and she looked nice.”
“Sounds like a good disguise for someone to get close enough to take a target out,” he said.
“Maybe, but it all worked out okay.”
“You didn’t follow Hank’s instructions. What if she’d pulled out a gun? Hank might have been able to overpower her, but you split his attention, jeopardizing both yourself and Hank.”
“I didn’t think about that,” she whispered.
He hated scaring her, but he had to rely on her doing what trusted experts ordered—immediately and without question. “You’ve earned your first spanking, little girl. Do you need to potty first?”
“Yes.”
He lifted her onto her feet.
Saylor took two steps toward the hallway before turning back to him. “I don’t want a spanking.”
“I know. Go potty and come right back.”
She rushed to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed, he heard her wash her hands. Max could tell she made each task last as long as possible. Her feet dragged slowly across the floor as she returned.
“Daddy…”
“Come here, baby.” Max pointed to a spot in front of him. He waited patiently until she moved into place. Without making her wait, he pulled her leggings and panties down to her feet. Tapping on her right foot, he said, “Lift,” and removed her clothing entirely before repeating the process on the other side.
When she was bare from the waist down, he gripped her hips and met her gaze. “How did you earn this spanking?”
“I didn’t follow directions.” Her voice wavered with emotion as she trembled slightly.
Her scared voice her tore him up inside, but she had to learn. “Putting yourself at risk isn’t okay, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Is the spanking going to hurt?”
“Yes, baby. If your punishment didn’t, you wouldn’t remember to make better choices. Over my thighs, Saylor.”
He helped Saylor move into position, balancing her so her toes and fingertips didn’t touch the floor. Her pale bottom looked adorable. He didn’t delay. She was nervous already.
Raising his hand, Max popped his uninjured hand down on her rounded buttocks. He peppered her skin with light swats to help her adjust before delivering the first firm spank. Her head reared up and Saylor reached back to stop him. Quickly, he captured her hands and pinned them to the small of her back to keep them out of the way before continuing her punishment.
“No, Daddy. That hurts,” she pleaded, wiggling on his thighs to escape.
“Spankings are supposed to linger in your mind. A hot bottom will make you think twice about deciding you know better than someone trained to deal with possible threats,” Max lectured as he smacked her tender flesh.
Soon, her protests turned to sobbing apologies and promises to be good. When she drooped over his lap completely accepting his discipline, Max knew she’d learned her lesson. He lightened his swats to smoothing strokes over her now red butt. After a moment, he scooped her into his arms and held her tight against his chest, rocking her slightly.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. I’m proud of you for taking your spanking. Now your mistake is wiped away, baby.”