Page 105 of Hunt Me, Daddy

It did not.

Heat gathered low in my body, terrible and insistent, tangled with the sting until I could not separate punishment from arousal, outrage from relief. His hand was so big it seemed to cover an entire cheek with each smack. The sound was loud enough to make me flinch before the sting arrived. He did not rush. He did not let my squirming change his pace.

He just spanked me.

For real.

His hand started coming down harder and I yelped, which was embarrassing.

So was the next one.

And the next.

The spanking shifted from shocking to painful somewhere around the time he focused on the lower curve of my cheeks and then the backs of my thighs, where the sting bit sharper and sank deeper. I kicked once before I could stop myself, and he trapped my legs with one of his, holding me so effortlessly that my struggle became less escape attempt and more proof that escape was not currently on the table.

“I’m sorry,” I snapped, furious that the words had come out at all.

“No, you are angry.”

“I’m both.”

His hand paused and the sudden absence made the sting feel hotter.

“Then say it properly, little girl.”

I breathed hard. The room blurred slightly around the edges. My ass burned under his hand, and my pride was somewhere on the floor, probably taking notes for revenge.

“I’m sorry I left without telling you,” I said through clenched teeth.

“And?”

I glared at the couch cushion while his palm rested on my heated skin.

Waiting.

Patient bastard.

“I’m sorry I lied when you asked.”

“And?”

“There’s more?”

His hand lifted.

“No, wait—” I said, but the next smack landed anyway, low and sharp enough that I squeaked like an idiot.

“Yes,” he said. “There’s more, naughty girl.”

I breathed through the sting.

I was very aware of my bare bottom. Very aware of his thigh under me. Very aware that my eyes had actually gone wet now, which was unacceptable and also maybe the point.

“I’m sorry I used the drive as an excuse because I wanted to prove I could leave. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m just sorry.”

His hand settled again.

“Say it properly, little girl,” he said again.