Hi there and welcome to my blog! This week I'm changing gears to another suspenseful novella from the past! In this snippet, Joe McDormand is about to teach an important lesson about drinking and driving to his new wife, Jillian. The Daddy She Needed is currently available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Daddy-She-Needed-Shelly-Douglas-ebook
As he kneeled in front of her while she sat on the large bed, Joe’s crystal blue eyes tangled with hers. “Haven’t we talked about the dangers of drinking and driving?” he asked with a softness in his voice. “Were you testing me?”
She looked both ways, avoiding his stare.
“Never mind. I already have my answer.” He raised her chin with two fingers. “Stand up and slide down your pants,” he instructed in a no-nonsense tone.
“Aren’t we supposed to have a conversation first?”
Suspecting that she was stalling for time, an amused expression played at the corner of his lips. “Hmm… now you want more dialogue?” He paused to think and began to speak slowly. “Let’s see, if this was one of your spanking romance stories, how many rules would the heroine have broken today?”
She stood and crossed her arms. “Two.”
“Try again,” he said with a quiet patience.
“Okay, three if you count that I didn’t text you back right away.”
“Now close your eyes and try to imagine what will happen if I have to take those pants down myself.”
“Jesus.” Her face radiated a bright shade of crimson as she unbuttoned and peeled her straight-leg jeans down to her knees.
Trading places, he sat down on the edge of the bed and with a hand wrapped around her waist, tossed her five-foot-two-inch petite frame across his lap. As he laid his palm onto Jill’s rump, her smooth, cool skin had him imagining that his hot shaft was thrusting deep inside her, but when she slyly rubbed her pussy against his thigh, he came to his senses and gave her a sharp warning.
“Enough,” he ordered along with a quick slap of admonishment to her buttocks. “I did not put you over my knee for fun.”
It had been three months since he’d placed her in that embarrassing position and he couldn’t help but muse over several other ways he could discipline her naughty little bottom.
Oh, God, would I love to slide my cock into this gorgeous ass…
But all of Joe’s inner thoughts immediately ceased as she made a valiant attempt to get away, squirming and writhing over the soft khaki fabric that covered his muscular thighs. “This is crazy! You’ve made your point! Please let me go!” she pleaded and squealed, but his hold on her small body was steadfast.
With fingers curled under the elastic of her striped cotton thong, he shucked it down her legs and landed a brisk swat across her luscious hind end. “Are you kidding? I’m just getting started.”
“Come on, that hurt!”
“I’m sure. It did. Do you. Have anything. Else. You’d like to. Say to me?” Her backside fluttered as he spanked each side repeatedly, matching almost every other measured word with a swat from his rock-hard hand. “Because I can listen and tan your hide at the same time,” he stated with a glint in his eyes as he punctuated his final thought with two heavy swats onto the back of her legs.
“Oow! That hurts!” she wailed.
“That’s it? That’s all you got? Funny, that smart mouth of yours was much more articulate when you questioned my fucking sanity,” he said, his unyielding palm raining down multiple smacks to the sensitive curve beneath her bottom.
“Jesus Christ!” she howled at the top of her lungs.
“Well, well, well. That’s more like the Jilly Walsh I know and love. But may I remind you that this bedroom window is open and the whole neighborhood doesn’t need to hear me discipline you.”
She tried to wriggle her way off his lap, but he held on tight. His six-foot, three-inch, two-hundred-twenty-five-pound physique wasn’t allowing her too much movement. “I get it, Joey! I get it,” she muttered in a small voice.
“With a couple of martinis in your bloodstream, it took a little more time than I’d expected for you to come around. It’s been way too long since I punished your beautiful behind.”
“If you remember, a part of me thought we were just playing out a scene that night in the hotel,” she said, the tears brimming the lids of her eyes. “Can I get up now?”
“No, you may not. I’m nowhere near finished.”
