“I’ll try not to.” At least until the taste of soap is more of a distant memory. But hopefully by the time that happens I’ll be far, far away from here.
His beard twitches, and I realize he’s fighting a smile. “Sassy Little girl. That’s going to get you in trouble, especially with your Uncle Eli. He doesn’t tolerate much backtalk, so you’ll want to keep that in mind.”
“Wh—” A cough cuts off my question, and the man who refers to himself as my Daddy releases his hold on my chin to rub my back in soothing circles until it passes. “Why do I need to keep that in mind?”
“Because every adult in this house has my permission to punish you as necessary, be it a spanking or washing any naughty words out of your mouth. You’re far too pretty of a Little girl to be using such ugly words, and nobody here will hesitate to punish you in my stead if the situation calls for it.”
It’s the height of ridiculousness that being called “pretty” should have this warmth spreading through my chest. Especially when the praise is coming from a man who has manhandled me, shoved a thermometer up my ass, and now washed my mouth out with soap.
And yet, there’s no denying the flutter of pleasure his words inspire. “You think I’m pretty?”
He smiles at that, a wide, warm grin I can see even through his thick beard. “I think you might just be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Then why do you want to hurt me?”
“Because Little girls need to learn where the lines are so they don’t go too far across them.” Leaning down, he drops his voice to a low growl that seems to vibrate in my very soul. “And because I very, very much enjoy leaving my mark on pretty little things like you.”
Axel
Awarenessand what is unmistakably desire has my Little one’s eyes going round, her pupils widening with her sharp intake of breath.
Just as I thought. She enjoys my dominance, whether she’s willing to admit it or not.
She’sperfect.
But as much as I’d love to show her the more pleasurable side of being Daddy’s Little girl, she’s earned herself a good hardspanking for running outside without the proper protection. In the middle of a damn blizzard. Up here in the mountains, especially, Mother Nature is an unforgiving bitch and my heart jumps into my throat at the thought of how easily my Little girl could have gotten lost in the snow, only for us to find her body when the first thaw hit.
That thought hardens my resolve and I take her by the arm as I reach for the doorknob.
With her firmly in my grip, I lead her out to the suspiciously empty living room. Usually when the snow gets started, my family all piles into the main area of the house for movies and other distractions to keep the cabin fever at bay as long as possible.
But no doubt Gray gave everyone a head’s up about what’s about to go down and, knowing her, threatened them all within an inch of their lives if they interrupted my Little girl’s well-deserved discipline.
Sometimes having a bossy-as-fuck baby sister works in my favor.
There will no doubt be plenty of times when my Little one earns a spanking in front of our family. But for this first time, I appreciate the privacy, and I make a mental note to thank Gray later, though I already know she’ll feign ignorance when I do.
Dropping down onto one of the oversized leather couches, I meet those pale blue eyes and it occurs to me then that despite having claimed her as mine, I don’t know the first thing about the woman standing in front of me.
“What’s your name, little one?”
Her chin jerks up, defiance flashing in her eyes. Even though she just got her mouth washed out with promises of more to come, she retains the fiery spirit that’s been on display from the moment she awoke. “Why do you want to know?”
“Well, now, seeing as how my palm is about to become intimately acquainted with your bare bottom, it seems only right I should at least know your name.”
There’s a crack in her bravado, just a small one, enough to have her lower lip trembling slightly before she firms her chin. “You don’t need to know my name.”
Stubborn little brat.
I think I’m in love.
“You can tell me after your spanking then.”
But when I reach for her, she dances backward and I let her, curious to see what she might do next. Her gaze darts from side to side, clearly taking in her surroundings to see if there’s an escape available to her.
“I’ll tell you if you promise not to spank me.”
Doing my best not to let my amusement show, I raise a single brow. “This is not a negotiation, little girl. You are getting your bottom spanked, one way or another. And you will tell me your name, eventually, so I’m not pressed about getting it from you before we begin.”
