Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“It’s your new car seat! Safety first.”
She narrowed her gaze at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she tapped her foot. “I’m beginning to think you might have a shopping addiction.”
“I’m only addicted to shopping for you. In you hop.” He lifted her into the seat, which acted like a booster with a back on it for big Little girls. Then he put the seatbelt over her. “No undoing your belt or getting out on your own, understand?”
She nodded. She’d never admit it to him, but it was super comfortable.
He walked around and got in the driver’s seat, then he glanced back at her. “Ready to go, baby girl?”
“I guess so, Daddy. But I think you should tell me where we’re going.”
“Surprises are good for the soul.”
“Ooh, I could put that on a T-shirt.”
“You could become the T-shirt queen of Escana.”
“I’d rather be a dictator. The T-shirt dictator. Muhahahaha.” She tapped her fingers together as she made an evil noise.
“Hmm, I think we need to work on your evil laugh.”
“Well, you do it then, Daddy.”
He let out an evil laugh and she gaped at him. “Wow. That was good, Daddy.”
“I have some evil blood inside me.”
“I can tell. Can I have my phone?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Ian thinks you’re spending too much time on devices. He thinks you’re going to ruin your eyes.”
Daddy Grumps could kiss her bum.
They drove to the outskirts of the town to a large building. She peered around, but they parked around the back so there were no signs. Before Jack had even stopped the truck, she had her seatbelt undone and her hand on the door handle.
He turned the truck off and give her a stern look. “Don’t even think about opening that door.”
She gulped.
Um. What happened to Daddy Jokes?
He got out and walked around her side of the truck and opened her door. With that same stern look on his face, he lifted her out.
“Daddy Jokes?”
“Not Daddy Jokes right now.” He set her on the ground. “Turn around and put your hands on the seat. And spread your legs wide.”
She looked around, but there was no one close by. Plus, the open truck door and Jack’s body were protecting her.
But still . . .
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“I’m about to spank you.”
“But why?”
“Did you undo your seatbelt before I had come to a stop and then try to leave the car?”
“Yes . . . but . . . it was safe! You were barely moving.”
“I was still moving. What if someone had run out in front of me and I had to brake suddenly?”
Well . . . the odds of that seemed slim since there was no one around. Plus, he’d been going so slow it wouldn’t have been much of a jolt.
However, she got the feeling that she shouldn’t say any of that.
“You’re not allowed to undo your seatbelt on your own. Didn’t I just tell you that you’re not to move without Daddy? I think I should have gotten you a harnessed seat.”
“Daddy, no!”
He frowned down at her. This wasn’t her normal, smiling Daddy Jokes. This Daddy was very stern. And serious. This was Sir Daddy.
But was he really going to spank her in the parking lot?
This was nuts.
“I’m going to give you until the count of three.”
What was this? A count?
“What happens after the count of three?” she asked.
“Your punishment doubles.”
She quickly moved into place.
Jack raised her dress up and then lowered her tights under her ass.
At least he was leaving her knickers in place. Thank Goodness.
But nope, he just drew them down too.
Monkeyballs. This was really happening.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Maggie gasped in a breath.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Even worse than the sting of his hand on her bottom, was the idea of someone seeing her. He finished the spanking shortly after. It was definitely one of her shorter punishments.
But that didn’t mean that he hadn’t made a big impact.
After righting her clothes, Jack helped her stand and then drew her into his chest.
“I’m sorry I had to do that.”
“No, you’re not,” she replied.
“No. You’re right. I’m not. You deserved it. And I like spanking that delicious ass. How are you doing? Good?”
“Slightly mortified that someone might have seen. But I’m good, Sir Daddy. Are you?”
He grinned. “Never better.”
After grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, he shut the door and locked his truck. Then he took hold of her hand and led her inside.
As soon as they were inside, she stopped, digging her heels in. “Daddy!”
He turned to her, cupping her face between his hands. “Just hear me out before you panic and say no. Okay?”
She nodded, swallowing heavily. Her mouth felt dry.
“I know you probably feel like I ambushed you, but I didn’t want you worrying. I thought it was better to just bring you here.”
“You’d make a terrible therapist.”