Free Her Cowboy Daddy by Dinah McLeod Page A

I want to be clear on something: if you want to spend more time together—and I’m hoping you will—then we’re going to have some rules.”
    “What kind of rules?” Scarlett asked, thinking that she’d feel much better if she wasn’t face-down over his lap at the moment.
    “Never being disrespectful, for starters. And that goes for both of us.”
    Well, she had to admit that she liked the sound of that.
    “Come here, sit up for a second.” He helped her to sit on his knee and there was something about having her shorts around her ankles and her pantied bottom on his knee that felt deliciously naughty. “Is that better?”
    Mutely, she nodded, wondering if he knew how just looking into his hazel eyes rendered her speechless. Especially when he looked at her with such caring concern as he was doing now.
    “Good. Now, like I was saying. I expect you to always be honest with me, and I promise to do the same for you. I also expect that when I set rules, that you’ll obey them. If you don’t, you’ll be punished however I see fit. Is that understood?”
    Oh, she understood everything he was saying—she read him loud and clear. The only thing she didn’t understand was why her breathing picked up with every word until it felt like she was panting. She should be getting up, yanking up her shorts, and climbing out of the truck as fast as humanly possible. She shouldn’t still be sitting here, clinging to his every word and waiting for what came next. She shouldn’t be excited—though admittedly she was equally as scared, both about the spanking to come and her feelings concerning it. There was something horribly, awfully wrong with her, that much was certain.
    “What are you thinkin’ right now, Scarlett?”
    “Uh…”
    “Remember,” he reminded with a little pat to her trembling cheeks, “complete honesty.”
    “I was thinking… I… there must be something wrong with me.”
    “What would make you say something like that?” he scolded gently.
    “I don’t know… just… girls don’t do things like this, do they?”
    “Things like what?”
    “Let men spank them? Ask men to spank them?”
    “Some do, I promise. Hell, some men ask women to spank them . There are kinks for all kinds, darlin’.”
    Her eyebrows nearly rose to her hairline in surprise. “What about you?”
    “What about me?”
    “Have you ever… been spanked?”
    “No,” Colton guffawed. “But it might be fun for you to try. It would give me great pleasure to turn the tables on you.”
    She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of anyone trying to spank him. He was tall, at least 6′2 and all muscle, with long legs and solid, rock-hard thighs. He wouldn’t be overpowered easily, that was for sure.
    “Now, what do you think about what I said?”
    She licked her lips and swallowed past a throat that suddenly felt scratchy and dry. “About what? You mean… the rules thing?”
    “Yes.”
    “Um… I mean, I guess they sounded okay.”
    “I’m goin’ to need a little more than that, baby-girl. Are they rules you think you could follow?”
    “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I mean, how long are we talkin’?”
    “For however long you want to be in a relationship with me.”
    “However long I want?” she echoed in stunned disbelief.
    “Yep. The minute you say it’s over, it’s over. But, keep in mind that if you agree, then changing your mind when a punishment is about to happen isn’t goin’ to fly. You’d have to come to me and we’d have a discussion about it. That why I’d know you were serious and not just havin’ buyer’s remorse.”
    “Who would ever want something like that?”
    “Well, I’m thinkin’ you would,” he chuckled.
    “Are you laughing at me?” she demanded, irate.
    “Sorry, baby, but we don’t know each other very well and we’ve been discussin’ some pretty heavy subjects, so the way I figure it, you really want this spankin’.”
    She rolled her eyes and grumbled at