“Are you okay, Brooklyn Marie?” Caden said, running his hands over her.
“I’m fine. Just clumsy,” Brooklyn said as her face heated with embarrassment.
“You’ve scraped up your knee. Let’s go clean and bandage that,” Caden said, scooping her up in his arms.
“But Max did something inside. I want to see,” she whined.
“Knee, spanking, surprise.”
“Spanking?” Brooklyn said in surprise as he entered their house.
“We heard what happened,” Giana said excitedly.
They shouted their congratulations as Caden continued walking through the family room toward their bedroom.
“Thanks for coming, everyone. Carry on without us. I have a little girl to talk to privately. We’ll be back in a few.”
Caden carried her into their bedroom and closed the door before entering the bathroom. He set her on the vanity and braced a hand on each side of her. “Who opens the truck door, little girl?”
“Me when I’m alone,” she sassed.
“Are you alone, Brooklyn Marie?”
“No. But you were going so slowly. I wanted to see what Max had done.”
“And you hurt yourself because you were going too fast. Which was wiser?” he asked, pinning her in place with a stern look.
She pouted for several long seconds before finally answering, “I guess slower.”
“I agree. Now, what hurts other than your knee?”
“I banged my elbow, too,” she admitted, guessing that Caden would strip her naked to check for himself if she didn’t tell the truth.
Caden nodded and kissed her forehead. “Does your head hurt?”
“No. I’m okay,” she reassured him. Zale had cleared her of any restrictions because of her concussion. She hadn’t had any headaches for several weeks.
“Good.” Caden immediately got to work, cleaning and bandaging her scrape. He checked her elbow and promised to get the frozen peas out to treat her. Then he lifted her from the vanity and stripped off her panties.
“Daddy, no! People are here. You can’t spank me,” Brooklyn protested.
Caden didn’t answer. He took a seat on the bed and draped Brooklyn over his hard thighs. Flipping her dress up, he smacked her bottom hard. “You are not to open the door, little girl.”
Each swat from his powerful hands left a stinging spot on her skin. Brooklyn flailed her legs, trying to avoid the punishment, but Caden held her pinned firmly in place.
She tried to stay quiet as the heat and pain built. Each stroke of his hand erased a bit of the worry that had built inside her from the stress of Brent’s court appearance. She couldn’t think of anything but the small space that surrounded them. Finally, sobs burst through her lips as she slumped over his lap. Her punishment continued until she whispered, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
At those magic words, Caden’s touch switched from punishing to soothing. His hand rubbed over her bottom as he praised her. “There’s my good little girl. I knew she was in there.”
Caden lifted her back to his arms and rocked her gently on his lap. “This has been a tough week for you. I think you needed Daddy’s attention. Do you feel better?” he asked.
She nodded against his chest. “So much better.”
After clearing her list of delayed spankings and earning new ones, Brooklyn had learned that she hated and loved spankings. The good-girl spankings were wonderful and always preceded a flurry of reward orgasms. The others? Well, she hated to admit they created another kind of release she needed just as bad. Somehow, her daddy could read her as easily as he entertained her with storybooks.
After several breaths, Brooklyn pushed away from his chest, hissing as her weight settled fully on her bottom. “They all know I got a spanking, don’t they?”
“Yes.” Her daddy followed his rules completely and never lied to her.
