Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Jeb rubbed it gently. “You might just have the cutest bottom that I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Does that mean you won’t spank it and risk its cuteness?” she asked, starting to worry about what this was going to feel like.
Was it going to hurt really badly?
“No. That doesn’t mean that at all.”
Slap!
“Hey!” she cried. “Aren’t you supposed to warn a girl, first?”
“You were starting to worry,” he said. “I thought it was best to start so you didn’t get all worked up.”
Smack! Smack!
“See? Isn’t that better?”
Okay. They needed to have a talk about what was ‘better’ because getting her bottom spanked didn’t make her feel ‘better.’
His hand continued to smack her bottom until it was hot and throbbing and her breath was coming in sharp pants.
There were even tears in her eyes.
“Now, you’re being spanked because you didn’t speak very nicely about yourself. And I don’t like to hear you say things like that. Because my girl is beautiful and amazing and I won’t hear anyone say anything bad about her. If anyone else said those things, I’d take them in hand. Which is why I won’t hear you say anything awful either.”
Oh. Wow.
“I also don’t want you to ever put yourself in danger. Because you are precious. And special. The world would be a much darker, sadder place without you in it.”
That was so nice. She couldn’t actually believe he’d said that.
And as he started spanking her again, she realized that she was letting go of all the guilt she’d felt over what had happened the other day with the swing and the burned meal.
She sobbed it out, and the knot in her tummy that she hadn’t actually realized was there, unraveled.
Jeb turned her over, lying her on her side and tucking her into his chest. She wrapped herself around him, holding on tight.
And she knew that she didn’t ever want to let go.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Is there a vehicle I can borrow to go into town?” Casey asked at breakfast a few days later. “I thought I could go talk to Bob about my car, run a few errands, then pick Wyatt up. I mean, unless you want to take the bus, sugar?”
“No! I want to go for ice cream after school,” Wyatt said from across the table.
“Good plan. I hadn’t even thought of that.” She absolutely had.
Jeb was being a complete ass regarding her sugar intake and it sucked. She missed her midnight lollipops. She missed her pick-me-up lollipops in the morning, noon, and right before bed.
It really wasn’t good for her metabolism.
“I’ll take you,” Jeb said.
“Uh, I can drive,” she replied. “You have work, don’t you? I promise I’m a good driver. I will be especially careful with Wyatt in the car.”
That had to be what was concerning him, right?
“That’s not my only concern,” he said as they all finished breakfast. “Wyatt, can you go brush your teeth and finish getting ready, please?”
“Sure, Papa.”
She’d noticed that a lot of the tension had dissipated from their relationship. On Sunday, they’d even managed to convince Jeb to have a picnic on the front lawn for lunch.
No candy charcuterie, though.
Today was Wednesday and she’d been here for just over a week. It was time to talk to Bob. Sure, she could call him, but she’d found going to see someone in person was often more effective for these sorts of things. Plus, she really wanted some ice cream.
After talking to Bob, she’d need to call Jordan and let her know how things were going.
“I’m a good driver, Jeb,” she said when Wyatt was out of the room.
He eyed her skeptically.
“I promise! And I’d never put Wyatt at risk.”
“Hey, I know that. I just . . . I guess I don’t like you being away from the ranch. Where I can’t keep an eye on you to make sure you stay out of trouble.”
“I haven’t gotten into trouble for days.”
Jeb leaned closer. “Did you forget you got your bottom smacked last night?”
Oh yeah. She had kind of forgotten that.
Last night she’d waited until she thought everyone was asleep then she’d snuck out of bed and gone on a sugar hunt. Unfortunately, Jeb hadn’t been asleep and she’d ended up back in her bedroom, bent over the bed getting a spanking.
That had sucked.
“That was a bit mean. And I wasn’t in that much trouble. Just a bit.”
“Hmm.”
“I need to get some girl stuff,” she finally said.
He didn’t even flinch, just raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
“Yes!”
“All right. You can take one of the work trucks into town. Are you good with a stick shift?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll message me when you leave and when you’re coming home. If anything happens I want to be told straight away.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I promise.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned as she took a lick of her butter pecan ice cream. “This tastes amazing.”