Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Walt

Well, if that wasn’t consent…

Although he’d managed to convince himself the age gap between them wasn’t a big deal, he needed to remember that she’d consented to a spanking—not to sharing his bed.

Then again… She’d tried to hide it with a smile and compliments for the décor, but he hadn’t missed the confused disappointment on her face when he put her things in the guest room.

Maybe she would demand to sleep with him, as she’d done with the spanking he was about to give her.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Without letting her go, he stood and carried her toward the staircase.

“Walt! What are you?—”

“I thought I was your Daddy.”

In fact, hearing Susan call him Daddy was even better than listening to her say his name. He especially loved that she’d gotten comfortable enough to stop calling him ‘Sir’.

She called everyone ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’. He was being greedy and proprietary about it but being Susan’s Daddy was special—something she wouldn’t call anyone else. Even Sean Franklin, who’d been a Daddy Dom for years, didn’t get Susan to call him Daddy.

“I—” She squeaked and tightened her arms around his shoulders as he mounted the stairs. “Daddy, I can walk.”

“I know.” His back twinged as he reached the landing, but he didn’t put her down. Instead, he carried her into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Loosening his grip on her waist, he added, “Stand up and pull your jeans down to your knees.”

“Yes, S—” She blushed, and her hands trembled as she unzipped her jeans and tugged them down to reveal her cute blue panties. “I mean, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Holding in a groan at the wetness darkening the fabric covering her sex, Walt patted his knee. “Now, over Daddy’s lap for your spanking.”

Gingerly, she shuffled toward him, then lowered herself until she was in position. “Are you going to laugh at me again?”

Although he’d never say a word about them, he couldn’t stand looking at the scars on her bottom and thighs. No, he didn’t hate the scars—he hated what she’d gone through to get them.

She stiffened as he ran his fingers over the worst of the raised welts, and his chest tightened painfully. He couldn’t take them away, but he’d be damned to hell if he didn’t give her a better memory.

“No, babygirl.” He stroked her rounded bottom firmly as her floral scent thickened and warmed. “A spanking is no laughing matter, remember?”

Seeming to push her tension down, she lifted her head and smiled. “So you said. My bottom seems to still be un-spanked.”

“Red to stop, yellow to reevaluate, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m green now.”

“Good girl.” He swatted her ass, loving how her silky flesh bounced under his palm.

“Ah! Oh!”

Keeping his strokes gentle, he followed it with several more as she squirmed, coming dangerously close to his burgeoning erection.

“You were saying?” Varying his aim to catch the tender skin where her thighs met her ass, he kept spanking her until she was panting, and pink splotches blossomed on her bared flesh.

Walt wanted to see everything but didn’t dare pull her panties down. He was too close to the edge as it was. Praying he could hold himself together, he petted her warmed backside.

“Yes, Daddy.” She squirmed and parted her thighs as she ground her pussy against his leg. “Give me more.”

“So needy.” He helped her stand, then tugged her jeans up. “That’s enough for now.”

“But Daddy…” She narrowed her eyes, and her plump lip bowed in an adorable pout as she pulled her jeans off and tossed them across the room, along with her panties. “I want more spankings.”

Interesting.

He hid a smile. Susan was unfailingly polite, meaning she liked being spanked enough to demand it. That was fair, as he enjoyed spanking her just as much.

“What do you think you should do instead of ordering me to spank you?”

“Daddy, I said—” She paled and scrambled for her jeans, then put them on. “I am so sorry for being rude. I should have said please, at least.”

“Come sit on my lap, baby.” She trudged closer and didn’t look at him when he pulled her into his embrace. “Do you want to know why I stopped?”

“I…yes, Daddy. Please?”

“Good girl.” He brushed a soft kiss over her temple. “You just had your very first proper spanking, and I wanted to stop while you were still enjoying it. That way, you’ll remember only the pleasure and not the hurt.”

“And it’ll make me look forward to the next one.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Mean, Daddy.”

The words were grumpy. Her smile and the tight hug she gave him were not.

Susan

She’d learned two very important lessons during her day with Walt.

He was diabolically clever about punishments. Granted, most people she knew would see being trapped under a sleeping cat as a reward, but it was the absolute worst to be forced to sit still while watching him cook and clean. It wasn’t even that she particularly liked washing dishes. She wanted to spend time with him—even if they were doing chores.

Susan also really, really liked his spankings and couldn’t wait for the next one. Her bottom tingled like he’d touched her with a violet wand, sending pulses of desire into her core.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t spank her again until he was good and ready—and it wouldn’t happen if she begged, or worse, tried to order him again. Her face flamed with mortification over her rudeness.

“That’s right, baby.” He set her on her feet and smirked. “I’m the meanest Daddy ever for not spanking you, and for making you rest all day.”

“Ugh.” She covered her face with her hands but couldn’t hide her smile. “I sound ridiculous.”

“A little, yes.” He took her hand and led her to the en suite, which boasted a large soaking tub. “Your last punishment is a bubble bath and a glass of wine.”

“Ooh.” She touched the edge of the tub and sighed happily. “I’ve never had an actual bath before. Can I really use your tub?”

“You’ve never had a bath?” He frowned and shook his head as if he didn’t understand. “How do you get clean?”

“Showers. My apartment doesn’t have a tub, and the Shepherds—” She cut herself off, refusing to think of them. Her past had no business intruding on her special day with Walt. “Anyway, I should have written it on my bucket list, but I’ve always wanted to take a long, hot bath with lots of bubbles.”

His jaw tightened as if he was angered, but he nodded and pulled several bottles from a shelf. “This is bubble bath. You can pick the one you like best while I get your wine.”

Too entranced with the fragrances, she nodded and let him go without comment. They all smelled wonderful, and it took longer than it should have to pick one. After settling on one that reminded her of his spicy aftershave, she started the water and poured a generous amount into the tub. Bubbles formed almost immediately, making her giggle.

Forcing herself to wait until the tub was full before diving in, she scurried to the guest room for her toiletries, fresh panties, and a nightgown. She returned to the bathroom to find Walt placing a bottle of wine, a single glass, and a plate of cubed cheese, crackers, and apple slices on a low table next to the tub.

“I’ll give you privacy.” He turned off the tap and laid her phone next to the plate of food. “Take as long as you want.”

“No. Stay, Daddy.” She winced, then put her hand on his arm. “Please? It’s just that you’ve been busy all afternoon, and I wanted to be with you.”

“I…” He hesitated, making her heart sink. “Well?—”

“It’s okay.” She got out of his way and tried to hide her disappointment. “You probably have better things to do. I’m sorry to be a bother.”

“Goddammit.” He spun her around and pushed her against the wall, letting her feel his hardening cock against her belly. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than watch you bathe, baby.”

She shivered and inhaled his scent, then lifted her chin. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“Susan…” He cupped her face in his large palm. “Shut up.”

Before she could reply, he slammed his lips down on hers in a brutally claiming kiss. He used the tip of his tongue to encourage her to open her mouth, then teased her as his hands tightened on her waist.

The only kiss she’d ever had was the short peck her faux husband had given her on her wedding day, so she was completely unprepared for the fierce need cramping her belly. Letting herself fall into the rough pleasure, she moaned and sank her hands into his thick, silvery hair.

“More,” she whispered against his lips. “Please.”

“Do you feel how much I want you?” He took her hand and placed it on his rigid shaft. “Don’t ever doubt it because I’ve been hard for you since you walked out of your apartment in those criminally tight jeans.”

“Oh, I?—”

He kissed her again, this one soft and gentle, before easing away. “Now, be a good girl and undress, then get your cute butt into the tub before I decide to get you dirty first.”

She glanced at the bath, then slowly eased her shirt over her head, thankful that she’d picked her nicest underwear for her visit. Goosebumps pebbled her arms, but she tamped down her nerves and unfastened her bra before letting it fall to the floor.

Although working at Club Apocalypse should have made her comfortable with nudity, she’d never gotten up the nerve to expose herself during demos. Everything was different with Walt, and she wanted him to help her forget her imperfections.

She wanted him to see her, and her heart raced with the thrill of being naked in front of the man she wanted.

And he wanted her right back.

“You know, Daddy,” she murmured as she slid her jeans off and kicked them away. “I might be feeling dirty already, and the tub is big enough for two.”