Page 221 of Daddy's Trust
You’ve got this. You can do it. You can manage it.
“The Iron Shadows are a motorcycle group, right? That your brother, Ink, and Butch are a part of.”
“Yeah, Hack and Stone are as well.”
“But you’re not?”
“No. Dante didn’t think I could have allegiance to them and him. In a way, he’s probably right. Rule number three, you don’t fix anything around here. Anything that needs doing, anything heavy that needs lifting, any light bulbs that need changing, if something breaks down, I do all of that.”
All right. She wasn’t going to argue that because the last time she’d tried to change a light bulb, she’d fallen off the stool and hurt herself. She and heights didn’t always mix that well.
“All right. I’d still like to go back to the payment of the bills, though.”
“There’s no going back. These are the rules, and you’re going to follow them.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bossy bastard?”
“Yes, regularly. Ralen got me a mug with that written on it one Christmas.”
She could see why.
“So I don’t have any say over any of these rules?” she asked.
“No, you don’t. I want you to tell me if anything worries you, if you don’t feel well, if you’re in pain, if there’s something you need, if you’re missing your sisters and you want to see them. I want to know. I want you to be happy here, baby. The last thing I want is for you to be sad or miserable. Like I’ve said before, tell me what you need from me. All right?”
“I don’t understand how you can be so wonderful,” she told him.
“You might think differently after I give you this punishment.” He lifted her so she lay over his lap.
“We’re going to do this now, here?” she asked, as she wriggled around trying to free herself.
“Yes, we’re going to do this here and now.” They’d both had showers, and she was dressed again in one of his shirts.
She’d done a quick shopping order while he was heating up breakfast. So she was hoping some clothes would get here soon so she at least had some panties to wear.
“Stay still,” he warned.
“Is this really the way you want to start off our life together?” she asked.
“With me reinforcing the rules? I think this is the best way to start. Now, this is going to be a real spanking, baby. If it gets too much, you let me know. You can say your safeword. What is it?”
“Red,” she said.
“Good girl.” He lifted up the bottom of his shirt to bare her ass.
Then his hand landed with a slap.
Oh my God, that was far harder than she’d expected. What was he planning on doing to her, roasting her bottom?
The smacks kept coming, and for a while she just lay still in shock. She couldn’t believe that he was actually spanking her for trying to protect him last night.
But then she realized that he was going to keep going, he wasn’t stopping.
Addie tried to move off his lap. He tightened his hold on her as his hand moved further down to smack her thighs.
She slammed her feet down onto the sofa.
“It hurts, it hurts,” she cried.
