Daddy’s Wild Girl (Montana Daddies #16)

Chapter 46

46

U h-oh.

Level four had been reached.

And Bebe was in big, big trouble.

Corbin was standing in the middle of the room, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

Well, at least he wasn’t at level five.

“What were you thinking?” he asked quietly.

She was sitting on the sofa, trying not to squirm as he glared down at her.

“Clint called you?” she demanded instead of answering him. “Gonna have to teach him what happens to those who blab.” She punched her hand into her fist.

“Do not try to deflect with humor.”

Uh, she wasn’t.

She was being totally serious. She was going to teach the other man that blabbermouths got bruises.

“You are in big trouble. Why would you go out with a storm coming and ride a horse without telling anyone? But worst of all . . . you rode bareback and stood up on it!”

Um. Yeah, she knew. She was kind of there.

“I . . . I . . .”

His gaze narrowed.

“I saw my parents together,” she blurted.

“What?” He frowned.

“I went onto social media. I know I shouldn’t have. And someone tagged me in photos of my parents that were recently published online. They looked all cozy and lovey-dovey together.”

“Oh, baby.” He ran his hand over his face.

“And I . . . I couldn’t handle it! It was enough to let the asshole’s voice back into my head, telling me I wasn’t good enough. And I was going to call you! I was! But I dropped my phone and I think I killed it.”

“Bebe, why didn’t you come to me?”

“I was going to, but then I remembered that you were in a meeting.”

“You think that a work meeting takes priority over you?”

Lord.

She didn’t deserve him. She shook her head.

“Come here.” He pointed his finger at the floor in front of him. It was a level five, but his voice was soft, which confused her.

Getting up, she walked over to him. To her surprise, he drew her into his arms. “I’m sorry you saw that, baby. I’m sorry they keep letting you down and hurting you. But I need you to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations when things get rough. I need you to start coming to me.”

“I know. I made a bad decision.”

“You did. And now your butt is going to pay the price.” He reached down and drew her up into his arms. “You understand that you’re in serious trouble, right?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“But you also know that I love you, yeah? You’re already forgiven. And this is about reminding you that you’re loved and that I would be fucking devastated if anything ever happened to you. Do you realize that, baby? How lost I would be?”

“I know. I know.” And she did because she felt the same. “I’m so sorry.”

“I want you to remember this and never do it again. Please, baby. Never get up on a horse like that again. In fact, you’re forbidden from getting on a horse at all without me.”

“What?” She drew back, staring up into his serious face.

“At least until I feel like I can trust you.”

“You don’t trust me?” What had she done? Regret hit her hard.

“Hey, only with your own safety. I trust you with everything else, but when it comes to your safety, you’re far too cavalier.”

Oh.

She could see how he thought that.

“I’ll try to be better, Daddy. I promise.” And she meant it. Because she wouldn’t like it if he went around putting himself in danger.

“Come on. We’ll take care of this now and get it out of the way.” He carried her to the sofa and then set her down on her feet. Sitting, he reached for her pants and drew them down her legs, tugging them right off her feet.

But he left on her socks.

“Don’t want your feet getting cold.”

God.

This man. He was honestly killing her.

Then he helped her lie across his lap so her upper and lower body rested on the sofa. He tugged down her panties over her ass and she sucked in a breath.

Her toes curled. “This is going to be bad, isn’t it, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby. I’m afraid it is.”

It started light. And she thought that maybe she’d built it up in her head too much. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too painful and she wouldn’t be a mess of tears and snot by the end.

But then the intensity increased. She sucked in a breath and let it out on a sob.

“Daddy!”

“If it’s too much, you can say your safeword,” he told her. “But otherwise, you’re getting a hard spanking.”

And she deserved it. She knew she did. However, it was difficult to lie still as he turned her ass on fire. Her feet started kicking of their own volition and she sobbed, tears dripping down her face.

He moved his hand to the top of her thighs and she really started crying.

“I’m sorry! Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”

“I hope not, baby.”

He kept going, not stopping until she was a complete mess. Her bottom was throbbing and hot, the sofa beneath her face wet with her tears.

After pulling up her panties, he rearranged her so she was straddling his lap, her face buried into his chest as she cried.

He rubbed her back. “It’s all right. You’re okay. I have you. You’re all right. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“I know you are.” He leaned over and grabbed some tissues, cleaning up her face for her. Then he held a tissue to her nose. “Blow.”

She blew her nose, blushing slightly.

How embarrassing.

“I’m sorry that your first real punishment had to be so harsh. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. And how much you scared me. But most of all, how much I love you.”

“If the pain in my butt is any indication of how much you love me . . . then you love me a lot.”

“I do, baby girl. I really do.” Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her lightly. “And I’m sorry that your dad has let you down yet again, but I won’t ever do that. I’m right here. I’m going to look after you, be here for you, no matter what.”

She nodded and snuggled into his chest.

“How about we spend the rest of the day snuggled up on the couch and watching Christmas movies? There’s a storm coming, and that sounds like a good way to spend the evening, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it sounds perfect. Well, except for the fact I don’t actually want to sit.”

He grinned at her as he stood with her in his arms. “That’s what happens when you get your butt roasted, Little girl.”

She pouted. “Can’t you wave a magic wand and make it all better, Daddy?”

“Hmm, even if I could, I wouldn’t. Because you deserve this punishment.”

A sigh escaped her. “Fine, Daddy.”

He took her into the bathroom and set her down by the toilet.

“Um, Daddy? What are you doing?” she asked as he crouched in front of her.

Then he was drawing down her panties.

“Daddy!” she cried, covering up her pussy with both hands.

He drew them gently away. “Why are you hiding yourself? You do remember that I’ve had my mouth on your pussy lots of times, right?”

“Yes, but . . . but . . . you’ve never done this before! I can’t go with you here.”

“I’m just taking care of my girl. I need this after seeing her nearly break her neck.”

Oh, sheesh.

When he put it like that, then she could hardly complain. Could she?

However, she still didn’t think she could pee.

“Do you need something to help you go?”

She shifted around on the toilet. She couldn’t tell him about the pee song, right?

“Bebe?” he asked gently. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

“Sometimes when I can’t pee, I have to sing the pee song.”

“What’s the pee song? Can you sing it for me?”

“Um, I guess.”

She could feel herself blushing, but she cleared her throat.

“Do you have to pee?

When you’re sitting in a tree?

Or when you’re on the bus

In a big rush?

Do you have to pee while drinking tea?

Or watching a buzzing honey bee?

Pee, pee, pee,

Do you have to pee?”

As she sang, she started to go.

“Good girl, baby,” he told her, soothingly. “Such a good job.”

Dear. Lord.

After he helped her clean up, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he’d laid out her squirrel onesie. Lying her on top of it, he took off her bra and top, then put the onesie on her.

“Cute as a button.” Leaning over her, he kissed her nose. Then he grabbed her pacifier and Nutters. He plopped the pacifier in her mouth before handing her Nutters.

Then he carried her back into the living room as a boom of thunder sounded. She squealed.

“You’re not scared of the thunder are you, baby? You know it’s just the gods farting, right?”

She had to giggle at that thought.

He laid her on the sofa with a blanket and set up a movie. Then he went into the kitchen to get some popcorn. She watched him move around the kitchen.

Her bottom was still throbbing. And she was still heartbroken about her father.

But she had a squirrel onesie on, Nutters, Christmas movies, popcorn, and Corbin.

So what else did she really need?