Read Her Cowboy Daddy Online

Authors: Dinah McLeod

Her Cowboy Daddy (8 page)

“Can’t you… can’t you just do it? Just this one time?” she whispered at last, after what felt like hours of torturous deliberation.

“‘Fraid not, darlin’. If you want somethin’, you’re gonna have to learn how to ask for it.”

“Can… would you… spank me?”

“What, no please?”

There it was again: the teasing lilt to his voice that made Scarlett smile no matter what else she was feeling. “Can you spank me, please?”

“There you go, got it all out in one breath that time. I knew you could do it.”

Scarlett sighed in contentment, practically purring like a kitten at the praise. When he shifted her on his lap, her heart gave an excited flip.

“Why am I going to spank you, Scarlett?”

“Um… because I asked you to?”

“Nice try. Why don’t you think about it and try again.”

As Scarlett thought about it, the excited flips turned to anxious butterflies in the pit of her tummy. “Because… because I snapped at you earlier?”

“Are you asking me, or are you telling me?”

“Because I snapped at you earlier,” she replied, nibbling her bottom lip as she spoke. Suddenly, being over his lap didn’t seem near as thrilling as it had only moments ago.

“Bingo.” He rewarded her with a pat on her ass. “You were being a naughty girl, weren’t you? And how are naughty girls spanked, Scarlett?”


“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“N-naughty girls… naughty girls are sp-spanked… on the bare.”

“That’s right. Such a smart girl,” he praised, rubbing her back. “Raise your hips, honey.”

No sooner had she complied than Colton’s hand snaked around her waist and unbuttoned her jean shorts. He had them slid down her legs in mere seconds before repositioning her over his lap.

It wasn’t until she felt his fingers in the band of her panties that she freaked out. “Wait!” she screeched. “Please, don’t!” To her immense relief, he paused.

“I won’t go through with this unless you want me to. But I want to be clear on something: if you want to spend more time together—and I’m hoping you will—then we’re going to have some rules.”

“What kind of rules?” Scarlett asked, thinking that she’d feel much better if she wasn’t face-down over his lap at the moment.

“Never being disrespectful, for starters. And that goes for
of us.”

Well, she had to admit that she liked the sound of that.

“Come here, sit up for a second.” He helped her to sit on his knee and there was something about having her shorts around her ankles and her pantied bottom on his knee that felt deliciously naughty. “Is that better?”

Mutely, she nodded, wondering if he knew how just looking into his hazel eyes rendered her speechless. Especially when he looked at her with such caring concern as he was doing now.

“Good. Now, like I was saying. I expect you to always be honest with me, and I promise to do the same for you. I also expect that when I set rules, that you’ll obey them. If you don’t, you’ll be punished however I see fit. Is that understood?”

Oh, she understood everything he was saying—she read him loud and clear. The only thing she didn’t understand was why her breathing picked up with every word until it felt like she was panting. She should be getting up, yanking up her shorts, and climbing out of the truck as fast as humanly possible. She shouldn’t still be sitting here, clinging to his every word and waiting for what came next. She shouldn’t be excited—though admittedly she was equally as scared, both about the spanking to come and her feelings concerning it. There was something horribly, awfully wrong with her, that much was certain.

“What are you thinkin’ right now, Scarlett?”


“Remember,” he reminded with a little pat to her trembling cheeks, “complete honesty.”

“I was thinking… I… there must be something wrong with me.”

“What would make you say something like that?” he scolded gently.

“I don’t know… just… girls don’t do things like this, do they?”

“Things like what?”

“Let men spank them?
men to spank them?”

“Some do, I promise. Hell, some men ask women to spank
. There are kinks for all kinds, darlin’.”

Her eyebrows nearly rose to her hairline in surprise. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you ever… been spanked?”

“No,” Colton guffawed. “But it might be fun for you to try. It would give me great pleasure to turn the tables on you.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of anyone trying to spank him. He was tall, at least 6′2 and all muscle, with long legs and solid, rock-hard thighs. He wouldn’t be overpowered easily, that was for sure.

“Now, what do you think about what I said?”

She licked her lips and swallowed past a throat that suddenly felt scratchy and dry. “About what? You mean… the rules thing?”


“Um… I mean, I guess they sounded okay.”

“I’m goin’ to need a little more than that, baby-girl. Are they rules you think you could follow?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I mean, how long are we talkin’?”

“For however long you want to be in a relationship with me.”

“However long
want?” she echoed in stunned disbelief.

“Yep. The minute you say it’s over, it’s over. But, keep in mind that if you agree, then changing your mind when a punishment is about to happen isn’t goin’ to fly. You’d have to come to me and we’d have a discussion about it. That why I’d know you were serious and not just havin’ buyer’s remorse.”

“Who would ever want something like that?”

“Well, I’m thinkin’ you would,” he chuckled.

“Are you laughing at me?” she demanded, irate.

“Sorry, baby, but we don’t know each other very well and we’ve been discussin’ some pretty heavy subjects, so the way I figure it, you really want this spankin’.”

She rolled her eyes and grumbled at him, but only because he was right. She did want him to spank her. As much as it had hurt the first time, she’d felt different afterwards, though she couldn’t quite put it into words. Whatever it had been, it had felt good enough that she’d been wanting another one ever since.

“What did I tell you about rollin’ those pretty eyes?”

. She’d sort of forgotten that she wasn’t over his knee anymore. “Sorry.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are,” he replied in a dry tone that made her clench her ass cheeks. When Scarlett got into trouble, it looked like she went all the way. “Now, I’m only going to ask you once. Are you willin’ to submit to this spanking? No, I don’t want you to answer me just now. I want you to take a minute and think about it, because if you say yes, then I’m not going to stop again.”

“Yes,” she whispered, without a second’s delay.

Colton arched his eyebrows at her and tsked while shaking his head—most likely thinking that she didn’t know how to listen. But Scarlett knew exactly what she wanted, so why should she wait?

“Alright then.” Without another word, he took her hand and hauled her back over his knee. He took a moment adjusting her just the way he wanted before his fingers went back to the band of her dainty flowered panties. She’d expected him to yank them down in one fell swoop, but instead he took his time, inching them down little by little. The cool air in the truck kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver. “How do you feel?”

How did she
She didn’t know quite how to answer that one. She felt exposed and vulnerable, she felt his eyes scouring every inch of her naked backside and it made her writhe with embarrassment. Yet, she trusted him, strange as that sounded. Trusted a man she’d known for mere days, hours even. Despite the short time span, she had more faith in him than any man she’d ever known.

But since she didn’t know how to put any of it into words, she swallowed past her own nervousness and settled for “I’m okay.”

“Good. If that changes at any point, you let me know, okay? I don’t mean the spanking part—that’s going to hurt. But if you start to feel uncomfortable, let me know.”

“Yes, sir.”

To her surprise, Colton gently stroked her exposed cheeks, his touch feather-light. She thought she could feel affection in his caress. “Have I ever told you how much I love hearin’ you say that?”

“Um, no, sir. I don’t think so.”

“Well, now I have. Are you ready?”

Scarlett opened her mouth, but before she got a chance to reply, his hand was already coming down sharply on one cheek, then the other. She’d barely breathed the word “Ow!” before he repeated the pattern. The soft, gentle touch of only moments ago was quickly forgotten and seemed almost like a dream in the wake of his hard, heavy palm. She’d hoped to stay still and take the smacks stoically, to make up for the other night, but that plan was quickly forgotten as her skin heated up.

“Stop, please!” she was begging before long.

“None of that, now. I already told you that wasn’t going to work. You asked for this spanking and now you’re goin’ to get it.”

“You made me!” she cried out, arching her back after a particularly hard smack.

For a moment, Colton’s hand stilled. “
me, young lady? What did you just say to me?”

“I just meant—”

“Didn’t we
discuss being respectful?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“No. No more buts. You need to learn to accept responsibility for your words, for your actions. And you’re gonna start learnin’ right now.” Before she had a chance to argue or even apologize, Colton’s hand was bouncing off her bottom with more force than ever. She didn’t know how he could spank so hard and so quick, but he was quickly covering her naked bottom with rapid, stinging spanks that quickly reduced her to tears.

Not that he seemed to notice, the big meanie. Either that, or he didn’t care. Instead of stopping or, God forbid, even slowing down, he just continued to rain down bottom-blistering smacks until she was squirming and kicking her legs in protest. Not even that seemed to faze him. He responded by throwing a leg over hers, effectively trapping her as he continued to lay a hand of steel against her hot rear.

“Colton!” she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please! I’m sorry!”

To her surprise and immense relief, he stopped right away, though he didn’t let her up or even release her legs. “Are you?”

“Y-yes! I swear I am!”

“Good. Then you’ll have no problem proving it?”

Though he said the words casually, she had a feeling that there was a trick behind them. Nonetheless, she was so eager to be done that she nodded. “Yes. I’ll do anything.”

She could feel Colton’s arm reaching and at first, she flinched, until she realized that his hand wasn’t going for her bottom again. Her relief quickly turned to full-on knots in her stomach, however, when she saw him what he held in his hand. “You… you keep a wooden spoon in your glove compartment?”

“Of course. Where else would you keep it?”

She could tell by the sound of his voice that he was grinning, but interestingly enough, she just couldn’t find the humor.

“We’re almost through here, baby-girl.” When he patted her tender cheeks, she winced, imagining how much worse the pain would be all too soon.

“Colton, please. Please don’t use that thing on me.”

“Shh, baby-girl, you’re going to be okay. It’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be over soon. And then you’ll remember to listen to your daddy in the future.”

“Please, don’t. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“That’s what all naughty little girls say before their whippin’. You’re not going to be able to talk me out of it, so I suggest you lie there and listen so we can get this over with, understand?”

“I understand,” she whimpered.

“You were being spanked for being disrespectful,” he emphasized the words with a hard smack of the wooden spoon to her reddened cheek that made her let out an anguished sob. “And then you continued to be disrespectful even after we’d agreed that kind of behavior is unacceptable.”
The spoon landed painfully on her quivering, aching bottom.

“Ow!” she cried, bucking over his lap.

Colton continued lecturing as if he hadn’t noticed. “I don’t appreciate the sass or the eye-rolling, young lady.”

Another swift, hard stroke to her other cheek had her kicking her feet, which did her little good as they were still trapped by his long, powerful leg.

“I’m sorry!”

“Are you?” He didn’t sound snide or sarcastic when he asked, merely curious.


“Sorry for what, exactly?”

” she insisted, sniffling and wishing she could be anywhere other than over his lap right now.

“If you can’t tell me, then you must not be that sorry.”

“I’m sorry because… because I upset you. I’m sorry that I was acting disrespectful. I shouldn’t have rolled my eyes at you, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Nothing,” Scarlett said, wincing as her poor bottom burned. “It was childish and I’m sorry.”

“Well, thank you for saying that, but you know what happens to little girls who act childish?”

Scarlett took a deep breath and shut her eyes tightly before she answered. “They get spanked?”

“That’s right.” His wooden spoon was soon doing a wicked dance up and down her bottom until she was limp and sobbing over his lap.

She probably only got a dozen smacks all in, but by the time he put down that damn wooden spoon, she felt like her butt had been stung by an entire beehive and had probably swelled up too. Still, as she cried her eyes out over his lap, she couldn’t help but notice how light her heart felt. She felt carefree enough to fly. That in itself was wonderful, but then Colton began rubbing her back, gently whispering reassurances in her ear, that made the horrible throbbing worth it.

“You took that pretty well,” he commented, helping her sit up.

“Ooh!” Scarlett moaned as her tender rear hit his hard thigh.

“Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’,” he chuckled sympathetically. “Maybe you’d prefer to keep lyin’ down?”

“No,” she insisted, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and leaning into him, her voice morphing into a little-girl pout that caught even her off guard.

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