Though newlyweds Jillian and Joseph McDormand are excited about collaborating on a romantic suspense novel, Jillian’s search for inspiration soon gets her into trouble. When she ignores her husband’s warning not to pry into the affairs of a neighbor with a disturbing past, Joseph spanks his beautiful bride’s bare bottom soundly to remind her what happens to naughty little girls.
Unfortunately, a sore backside proves insufficient to deter Jillian, and she quickly resumes her investigation. As Joseph’s irritation with his wife’s reckless disobedience mounts rapidly, the punishments Jillian earns for her continued defiance grow ever more thorough and shameful. But when her quest for a bestseller puts her own life in danger, will her daddy be able to save her?
Author: Shelly Douglas
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 41,250 words
Excerpt
“You’ll count each smack and repeat a promise every time this hairbrush lands on your bare butt.”
“You want me to count? W-We’ve never done that.”
He tapped the brush against the back of his hand. “Well, you will today, my darling little one. In fact, after you count each spank, you’ll say, I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“Jesus Christ. You need to stop educating yourself with those damn domestic discipline novels I write.”
Joe gave her ass five smacks that came down hard and fast. Then he tilted his mouth close to her ear and spoke in a calm voice. “How enlightened do I seem now?”
She stood still and stared straight ahead.
“Finally, a sensible decision to keep your lips closed. Now place your palms flat on the wall and steady yourself.”
Jill swerved her face and opened her mouth. “Can I call the governor of Pennsylvania to ask him for a last-minute reprieve?”
Although he was usually amused by her quick wit, his manner remained resolute as he landed another sturdy swat to her blushing backside. Naturally, Jill squealed and danced around trying to make a quick getaway, but his arm held her firmly in place while he reached down to spank her tender thighs. Joe was determined to remain steadfast to his principles, and that stern spanking finally got his wife to stop talking.
“Now that you’ve managed to button up those sassy lips of yours, I want you to stick your behind out a bit farther and be still,” he said, patting the lower end of her soft buttock with the back of the brush. And then, with a quick twist of his wrist, he landed the flat part of the Lucite instrument squarely onto her tender flesh.
“Aghhh!” The sound that emerged from her dry throat was high-pitched and echoed off the four walls of the room.
“You were to count each smack I give you, and then you’ll promise not to lie anymore. Was my directive too difficult for you to remember?”
Swiveling her head back to its original position, her response came in a small childlike voice. “O-One. I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“I certainly hope that you won’t,” he said, giving a brisk swat to the other side.
But instead of continuing the count, Jill’s eyes pooled with tears as she pleaded with him. “I was wrong and I’m sorry!”
“That second swat that was just applied to your naughty ass won’t count unless you tell me what I want to hear. Would you like me to start over?”
“Nooo…” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ll never lie to my daddy again.”
“No, sir would’ve been the preferable answer, and I hope you’ll remember that the next time you address me during a spanking.” The third crack came quick and left a square pink imprint about a half an inch higher than the first.
As she turned her cheek to the side, he watched a lone tear run down her face.
“Please! It hurts! It hurts!”
“I’m sure it does, and you better continue counting, or…”
“Three!” she bit out. “I’ll never lie to my daddy again!”
Landing the fourth smack, he watched as the lower left quadrant of her ass became a blotchy sea of red.
“Four! I swear I’ll never lie to you again. I swear! Can’t that be the last one?”
“Now, I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I didn’t carry through on my promises,” he said, landing the brush on her blushing butt for the final time. “And may I suggest counting that last swat? Unless, of course, you’d like me to start again…”
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