Free Desiring the Forbidden by Megan Michaels Page A

understand. I was being stupid.” She tried yanking her arm out of his grasp.
    “You’re never stupid. I didn’t mean that I don’t want you. What I meant was we’re going to take this slow. I want you to feel comfortable and be ready. I’m a grown man who knows how to wait. Let me have some time to take care of you as my girl. We’ll deal with sex later, if and when we’re ready. Understand?”
    She smiled back at him. As harsh and stern as he could be, he still had to be one of the kindest men she’d ever met. “Okay, Daddy.”
    “Let’s get up.” He pulled her to stand next to the bed. “Now, you won’t be allowed to wear any panties today. Having your red backside exposed most of the day will serve as a good reminder, and it makes it easier for me to swat if you forget how to behave. So, you’ll have to wear your night shirt from last night. Most days, unless we’re going somewhere, you’ll wear yoga pants or skirts with no panties while we’re home.”
    He pulled her nightie off the dresser, slipping it over her head. “You’ll suffer with a sore butt for a bit. But if you’re a good girl, I’ll put some lotion on it before bed.”
    Cade wrapped his arm around her shoulder, walking with her out of the room. “And let me guess: you left this morning with no breakfast either, right?”
    She paused, looking up at him, almost afraid to answer. “No, Sir. I didn’t eat.”
    He clucked his tongue at her. “Let’s remedy that right now. How about some pancakes in the shape of some animals? You haven’t had my fancy pancakes in years!” His hearty deep laugh burst forth, the one that warmed her from the inside out.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    H er stomach was so full, she couldn’t even breathe. Cade had told her not to worry about cleaning up, but truthfully, she’d rather stand and do dishes than sit on the hard chair with her sore bottom. She’d asked him earlier if she could eat standing, her request flatly denied. “Sitting on a sore bottom is part of the punishment,” he’d told her. “It’ll be a constant reminder for a while of your disobedience.”
    She didn’t like thinking about that, what it might mean for her future with him. It would be easier to go to the mall and distract herself, at least for a little while.
    “Daddy?”
    She walked up to him at the sink, looping her arm through the crook of his elbow. “Can we go to the mall when you’re done?”
    He lifted his gaze from the dishes, his eyebrows furrowing immediately. “I believe I told the naughty girl during her spanking that our shopping trip had been cancelled because of what she did. Remember?”
    “B-but—”
    “No. Answer the question. Do you remember?” He stopped washing dishes, waiting for her answer.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “So, you thought you could manipulate me with your cute voice and body?”
    Her teeth found her lip, unsure of how to answer that question. “Well… not really. I just thought maybe you’d change your mind. I mean, I did get an awful spanking and you said it was all forgiven.” She smiled up at him, hoping he’d relent.
    He wiped his hands on the dish towel, tossing it aside and pulling her to his chest, his warm hands caressing her still sore backside. “Just because you were spanked doesn’t mean all consequences are lifted. You’re going to learn, my girl, that when I say something, I don’t change my mind. I know it was a long time ago, but you must remember that about me.”
    She did remember it, and she’d hoped he’d mellowed a little on that front. Apparently not. She pushed her lip out, pouting at him. It was going to be a very long day at that house. She couldn’t sit well, couldn’t leave the house. Had no phone, no Facebook. What would a girl do for the rest of the day?
    “Oh, no. Don’t even think about pouting. It’s a surefire way to get the hairbrush.” He pulled at her lip with his forefinger.
    Well, doesn’t that just sound