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more."
    "You're going to bruise my ass with that thing. No!"
    "Sounds like you have another five coming, and need to drop those britches."
    "What? No way!"
    "Yes, way. We made a deal and you, my sweet darling, just broke your end."
    "And now he's gonna break your end, too." Terry chuckled.
    "No, please. Jake… Daddy…"
    "Now I get a 'Daddy' out of you?" Jake shook his head.
    "How about you let go of the brush this time and just use your hand, since it's her first bare-bottomed spanking?" Hayden suggested, hopping on the recliner and turning on the TV.
    "Don't you even care?" Baylor asked, staring at the three men and covering the back of her jeans with her hands.
    "Of course I care, Ladybug. Why do you think I made that suggestion?" he said, ignoring her look of distress while he flipped through the channels.
    Her attention shifted to Jake and Terry. "This isn't working. I thought that this daddy/little girl thing would be different."
    "Now doesn't that take the cake?" Terry laughed, his voice booming through the room. "You sure didn't complain too much when we went to that asinine pizza place."
    "I lost a bet. Nothing more."
    "Baylor Anne, I'm not playing games. Unzip those jeans and put that naughty little bottom back across the couch. You have until the count of three. One…"
    "Can't we go to my house for some privacy?"
    "Two…"
    "This isn't right!" Baylor stomped her foot.
    "Three. I warned you, young lady," Jake said.
    "Let go of meee!" she called out, as he easily snatched her in his arms. He held her in place, his left arm wrapped around her waist and her back pressed against him as he unbuttoned her jeans with his right hand. With one arm, he carried her kicking body to the straight backed dining room chair, sat down, and easily plopped her across his lap. Ignoring her protests, he tugged her pants to mid-thigh, exposing her high cut cotton panties.
    "These hideous things have got to go," he commented, snapping the waistband. "Terry? Take this girl to Victoria's Secret once the swelling of her bottom goes down."
    "Gotcha, Boss."
    "No!" Baylor struggled, bringing her hand back to grab her underwear as he slid it down past her backside.
    Jake captured her wrist and held it down against the small of her back. "I already told you, the word is ' yes' . Yes," he smacked the pale curves once, leaving a hot, red handprint in his wake. "I will be spanking you for swearing. Yes," he smacked her twice more, this time on the under-curves of the quivering flesh, "I will be baring this little bottom from now on when I have to spank you. And, yes," he added, landing six more very exact swats, alternating between the left and right cheeks, "I intend to turn this behind every color of the rainbow if you keep fighting me. Understand? Now, you have nine more spanks for cussing. Count them out."
    The spanking succeeded in bringing tears to her eyes. Baylor cried into the top of her left arm, her head hanging close to the floor while calling out the number of smacks to her bottom. Jake released her right hand, but held her in place over his lap with his hand still resting menacingly on her rear end.
    "I will warn you," he said firmly. "I like to spank. In fact, I love to spank. However, I would prefer to do so in play rather than punishment."
    "He lies," Hayden said from the other room. "He's a sadistic bastard."
    "Shut up," Jake yelled back. He pulled Baylor's panties back up over her reddened bottom and helped her stand. "But, he's right. I can be sadistic and sometimes marks are left, but nothing permanent or harmful. Just trust me when I tell you that that side of me won't be seen when I'm dealing with my little girl." He adjusted Baylor's jeans over her hips and snapped them shut. Then he placed his hands on the outsides of her thighs and looked up at her. "Play spanking only happens when I'm with my Big Girl. We have not established that type of relationship yet, so everything you get from me right now is going to be serious. I'm