Free Arrested By Love by Kathryn R. Blake

Tiffany, and a lot more adventurous at age seventeen than Tiffany had ever dared to be, possibly because in addition to her father, Tiffany had Kyle watching over her very closely.
    "Daddy caught her," Tiffany let him know with a smirk.
    Kyle nearly choked on his champagne. "What did he do?"
    She shrugged. Her father was inclined to be pretty lenient with both Tiffany and Chrissy. He would occasionally scold, but never spanked them. And, unfortunately, both of them knew it. "He gave her a stern lecture about sneaking around, then grounded her for a week."
    Then she glanced over at him through lowered lids. "I have a feeling I know what you would have done, had she been your daughter."
    "You do, do you?"
    She nodded, and he could tell the champagne was making her just a little bit tipsy. "Yup." Then flopping down on her stomach like a little girl, she gazed at him with a slightly worried look. "I know you'd want your children to behave, and you'd never intentionally be mean to one of them, but you will take special care not to accidentally hurt any of them, won't you?"
    He shook his head, then reached out to run a hand through her hair. "I would never harm a child, Tiff. Especially not one of ours. Although, if I were the sort to hurt children, you don't think I'd tell you the truth right now, do you?"
    She shrugged, then shook her head and took another sip of her wine. "I guess not, though it does worry me sometimes."
    Stretching out beside her, Kyle leaned up on one elbow. "What worries you, sweetheart?" he asked, enjoying the way her silky red hair flowed like water over his fingertips.
    She gave a small lift to her shoulders. "That you'll forget yourself one day and lose your temper."
    He drew his hand back and considered her expression seriously. "With you?"
    "Yeah. Me, or one of our kids, when we have them."
    He sat up. "That will never happen, Tiffany."
    Swinging her lovely, long legs around, she slowly sat up to face him. "But how can you know that, Kyle? You're very strong, and you spank really hard sometimes. What makes you so sure you won't lose your temper with me one day?"
    He placed his elbows on his thighs and gazed at her. "How angry do you think I was last week when you confessed you'd been lying to me for over a month?"
    She rolled her eyes. "Angry enough that I was afraid you'd leave me."
    "But when I didn't. When I reached out for your hand.... Were you afraid I'd physically hurt you?" He watched her having to actually think about that for a moment, and that worried him.
    "I'm not sure. I mean I knew you were really, really mad at me, except you treated me with a cold determination rather than a hot anger. You seemed really in control."
    "And when I pulled you over for speeding a few months back. What did you think then?"
    She grimaced. "Somehow you seemed even angrier, then. The way you looked at me when you gave me that choice, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sit for a week."
    "And how sore were you afterwards?"
    "Pretty sore," she confessed. "I had trouble sitting until the next day, and I had to sleep on my stomach."
    "Do you think I lost my temper with you, then?"
    She shook her head and looked down at her glass. "No. You were pretty much in control then, too."
    "Have I ever lost my temper with you?"
    He could see her seriously considering that for a moment, so he waited.
    "No. I guess not," she said finally. "However, there's always a first time."
    "True.... I could haul off and punch you in the face right now."
    She actually scowled back at him. "I know you wouldn't do that," she answered with great certainty.
    "Why not? I mean how can you know that?"
    "Because that's not your style. It's never been your style to hit me any place other than where I sit. You even told me that physically hurting me has never been your objective. And I believe you, though I'm still not sure I fully understand the difference, between spanking and hitting. Even so, when given the opportunity you didn't even take that