Free Her Cowboy Daddy by Dinah McLeod Page B

him, but only because he was right. She did want him to spank her. As much as it had hurt the first time, she’d felt different afterwards, though she couldn’t quite put it into words. Whatever it had been, it had felt good enough that she’d been wanting another one ever since.
    “What did I tell you about rollin’ those pretty eyes?”
    Damn . She’d sort of forgotten that she wasn’t over his knee anymore. “Sorry.”
    “Yes, I’m sure you are,” he replied in a dry tone that made her clench her ass cheeks. When Scarlett got into trouble, it looked like she went all the way. “Now, I’m only going to ask you once. Are you willin’ to submit to this spanking? No, I don’t want you to answer me just now. I want you to take a minute and think about it, because if you say yes, then I’m not going to stop again.”
    “Yes,” she whispered, without a second’s delay.
    Colton arched his eyebrows at her and tsked while shaking his head—most likely thinking that she didn’t know how to listen. But Scarlett knew exactly what she wanted, so why should she wait?
    “Alright then.” Without another word, he took her hand and hauled her back over his knee. He took a moment adjusting her just the way he wanted before his fingers went back to the band of her dainty flowered panties. She’d expected him to yank them down in one fell swoop, but instead he took his time, inching them down little by little. The cool air in the truck kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver. “How do you feel?”
    How did she feel? She didn’t know quite how to answer that one. She felt exposed and vulnerable, she felt his eyes scouring every inch of her naked backside and it made her writhe with embarrassment. Yet, she trusted him, strange as that sounded. Trusted a man she’d known for mere days, hours even. Despite the short time span, she had more faith in him than any man she’d ever known.
    But since she didn’t know how to put any of it into words, she swallowed past her own nervousness and settled for “I’m okay.”
    “Good. If that changes at any point, you let me know, okay? I don’t mean the spanking part—that’s going to hurt. But if you start to feel uncomfortable, let me know.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    To her surprise, Colton gently stroked her exposed cheeks, his touch feather-light. She thought she could feel affection in his caress. “Have I ever told you how much I love hearin’ you say that?”
    “Um, no, sir. I don’t think so.”
    “Well, now I have. Are you ready?”
    Scarlett opened her mouth, but before she got a chance to reply, his hand was already coming down sharply on one cheek, then the other. She’d barely breathed the word “Ow!” before he repeated the pattern. The soft, gentle touch of only moments ago was quickly forgotten and seemed almost like a dream in the wake of his hard, heavy palm. She’d hoped to stay still and take the smacks stoically, to make up for the other night, but that plan was quickly forgotten as her skin heated up.
    “Stop, please!” she was begging before long.
    “None of that, now. I already told you that wasn’t going to work. You asked for this spanking and now you’re goin’ to get it.”
    “You made me!” she cried out, arching her back after a particularly hard smack.
    For a moment, Colton’s hand stilled. “ Excuse me, young lady? What did you just say to me?”
    Oops. “I just meant—”
    “Didn’t we just discuss being respectful?”
    “Well, yes, but—”
    “No. No more buts. You need to learn to accept responsibility for your words, for your actions. And you’re gonna start learnin’ right now.” Before she had a chance to argue or even apologize, Colton’s hand was bouncing off her bottom with more force than ever. She didn’t know how he could spank so hard and so quick, but he was quickly covering her naked bottom with rapid, stinging spanks that quickly reduced her to tears.
    Not that he seemed to notice, the big meanie.