Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (top 10 novels to read .TXT) 📕

sure we couldn’t just say that I’ve learned my lesson? After all, I was kidnapped and traumatized. Is that not enough?”

He sat on the side of the bed and patted his lap. Cautiously, she walked over, expecting him to pull her immediately facedown over his lap.

Instead, he sat her on his knees, straddling his lap so she was facing him. He placed his hands on either side of her face, gently massaging her tight jaw. “Do you trust me?”

“I do. That’s not the issue.”

“Do you think the punishment is unjust? Do you truly believe I shouldn’t punish you?”

She opened her mouth to tell him that. Then she thought about it for a moment. She remembered how upset he’d been. She thought about how she would feel if she was him. And she knew that the tight knot that had been in her stomach for the last three weeks was actually guilt.

She sighed. “I can’t tell you that.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead then he lifted her off. “Good girl. Over you go.” He patted his knee then helped her situate herself over his lap.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“We’re starting with my hand then the paddle then it will be the ginger.”

His hand landed on her poor ass. His spanks were fast and hard. Heavy. She barely had time to catch her breath before her ass was hot and throbbing. He didn’t just stick to her bottom, he moved down her thighs. Oh Lord. That stung. She screeched, kicking her feet. She couldn’t help but try to free herself. But she didn’t have a chance in hell. And even if she did free herself, she knew she wouldn’t get far before he’d be on her.

By the time he stopped, her breaths were coming in sobs, tears tracking down her cheeks. She’d given up trying to fight about five or so spanks ago. Frankly, she was running out of energy and she knew it wasn’t helping her any.

“Good girl. That’s my girl. How are you doing?” he asked as he rubbed her back while she was crying.

How was she doing? Her ass was on fire, that’s how she was doing. But she didn’t say any of that.

“My butt stings.”

“It’s meant to,” he replied without remorse. “Ready for the paddle?”

“I don’t think I should be expected to answer that,” she told him primly.

“No, I suppose you shouldn’t.”

“Daddy, wait!” she cried out.

“What is it? Do you need some water? Bathroom? Is something else hurting other than your bottom?”

“Yeah, my thighs hurt too.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, my girl,” he said sternly.

“I know, I just . . . you’ll stop if I say my safeword?”

“Of course. Without fail. I promise. I would never destroy your trust in me like that.”

She knew he wouldn’t.

“It’s just eight with the paddle. Two to each butt cheek and two on each thigh.”

Eight. She could do Eight.

The paddle landed and for a moment she thought it wasn’t so bad. Then the burn began. She opened her mouth to scream as it landed on the other side. All right, it wasn’t as bad as she’d built it up in her head.

But still, that darn well hurt!

The next two landed in fast succession as though he knew he needed to get this over and done with quickly. Her cries filled the room as he moved to her thighs and gave each of them two sharp taps. She got the feeling he was holding back with those. The first four had definitely felt far harder than the last ones.

Then before she realized that he was moving her, he had her straddling his legs once more. He held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly.

She wasn’t certain how long he held her. But her breathing had calmed by the time he drew her back. Her ass was burning, but a weird sort of lethargy had come over her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she’d cried so much or if it was due to the heavy weight of guilt lifting.

“There’s my girl. Such a good baby. Aren’t you?” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, both cheeks, her nose then finally her lips. But he kept the kiss too short.

“Time for the next part. You up to it or you want to wait until tomorrow night?”

“Next part?”

“Yep, onto your figging. I’m going to go get some gloves. Don’t want to accidentally get that stuff in my eyes. It stings.”

“And yet you’ll put it in my butt!”

He winked at her. “That’s the idea.”

He lifted her off his lap, holding her hips until she was steady. He stood. “I want you to spread your legs wide and then lean over with your chest resting on the bed. Then you’re to reach back and part your bottom cheeks.”

Oh heck. Oh fudge. This was not happening. She knew her face was now as red as her ass as she bent over. Slowly, she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. Why couldn’t he do this part?

Because he likes seeing you like this.

She groaned.

“Now that is a pretty sight. Next time we do this, I’m going to have you stand there like that for ten minutes before I plug you with the ginger.”

“This is never happening again.”

“Never say never, my girl. I’ll be back in a minute, stay right there.”

He disappeared.

“Good girl for staying in position,” he told her as he returned.

It had been touch and go. There was a snapping noise like he was putting on gloves then he picked up the bag containing the ginger, which had been sitting right by her face.

“Put your hands on the bed,” he commanded.

She moved her hands down and he spread her ass cheeks himself. “Here comes the ginger.”

It was smaller than the plugs she’d taken so there wasn’t much resistance and it didn’t hurt going in. In fact, as he let her bottom cheeks close over it, she thought that this wasn’t going