He shook his head. “You broke the rules,” he said. “You will have six of the best and after each one you will say, Thank you Daddy. Got that?”
He took a deep breath before lifting the back of her towel. He took his time, revealing those slender thighs of hers and then his breath was taken away by the sight of her bare ass.
At once his cock twitched. He needed to be inside her more than anything in the world. As she shifted her legs he caught a glimpse of her pussy.
He placed one hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. “Maybe you’ll remember this next time you think about disobeying,” he said, bringing his free hand down square in the middle of her right buttock with a resounding smack.
She gasped out loud, jolting forward in his lap. His hand stung as he lifted it. “What do you say?” he demanded.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly, her voice weak.
“Good girl.” He spanked her a second time, lower down, taking another glance at her pussy as she squirmed in place, trying to avoid the worst of the sting, as if she could wriggle away from the pain.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, her voice more strained.
“Good.” He brought his hand down four more times. Each time she thanked him and each time she did, his cock twitched in response.
When he was done, he reached across to the chest of drawers, bringing out the soothing cream from the top drawer.
“You did well,” he said, applying lotion to the red skin on her ass, rubbing it gently into her skin, working his way toward her thighs.
“You took your punishment without whining. You’re a good girl, Alison. You just need some guidance from time to time.”
His hand slid closer to her pussy. She shifted in place, her legs spreading slightly. Another inch and he’d have his hand on that heat, that soaking wet center of her calling out to him like a siren song.
“Now get dressed,” he said, lifting her back to her feet. “And then it’s time for us to go have breakfast.”
Her cheeks were flushed as she stared at him, looking dazed.
“Go get dressed,” he said again, watching as she crossed to the wardrobe.
He wanted her so badly but she was only here for the weekend. He had to keep control of himself.
What if she stays? a voice asked in his head. What if she takes the job here and lives here? What if?
He looked across at her as she chose her clothes.
What if?
9
Alison
The chair reminded her of what had just happened. With every movement she could feel the fading sting from where his hand had landed on her ass. The seat felt a lot harder than it was.
She looked across the table at Marcus, talking away with the others. He was acting as if nothing had happened between them, like it was the most normal thing in the world to pull a grown woman onto his lap and spank her bare ass.
She shifted in place again, trying and failing to get comfortable. However she positioned herself, the sting was still there.
He had marked her and not just physically with the sharp pain from the spanking. It had gone deeper than that.
She had done something she’d always wondered about, submitting. She had let him do it. He’d felt hard as rock under her body too, a bulge jabbing her as he spanked her. Was it turning him on to do it?
She wasn’t brave enough to ask him during it and she wasn’t going to ask that question at the breakfast table.
He had spanked her. He’d seen her bare ass and laid his hand on it. What did it say about her that she loved every moment of it? That she’d enjoyed squirming in his lap, feeling as if she couldn’t escape until he was done with her.
And what about afterward? The way he’d applied that cool soothing cream, his fingers running ever closer to her pussy.
Could he tell how wet he’d made her? How much she felt herself opening, widening, needing to be filled, wanting him in there more than anything in the world.
She looked across at him as he talked. She loved him with a frightening depth. She was only supposed to be here for a weekend.
He was the man her father had warned her never to talk about.
She loved him. She wanted to be with him every moment.
All the old feelings had come rushing back since he’d spanked her, as if they’d never been away.
He was so strong, so confident in himself, so different to her, doubting her own feelings. If it had been up to her the spanking would never have happened.
She needed to get him alone, talk to him about all this, try and resolve the feelings whirling in her head. A weekend wasn’t going to be enough.
She needed more, much more.
What if she took the job here? She could still run her online store but she could see him every day, get out from under her father and maybe get herself a Daddy instead.
Breakfast finished and the others began to drift away. Soon there was only Alison and Marcus at the table.
He looked across at her plate. “You’ve barely eaten anything. Is this what happens when you have too much candy?”
There were a thousand answers but when she opened her mouth all that came out was, “I want to stay here.”
He looked at her, a flicker of a smile on his lips. “I thought it was just a weekend’s vacation.”
She shifted in her seat again. How was the mark from his hand still reaching into her and making her tingle as if it had just happened. “Do you really think they’d give me a job here?”
“Are you sure you want to?”
She nodded. “Tell me something, Marcus.”
“What?”
“Why did you go?”
“What? When?”
“When I told you I had a crush on you, you just vanished. Where did you go?”
Marcus cursed under his breath. “Didn’t he tell you?”
“What? Who?”
“Derek. Your father. Didn’t he tell you where I went?”
“No, he just said I wasn’t to talk about you again.”
Marcus stood up, walking around the table, taking her hands in his. “I told him I felt the same way you did. I told him I’d fallen in love with you. He told me I was to have nothing to do with you and if I didn’t leave, he’d kill me.”
Alison said nothing, scanning his face, trying to see if there were any signs of lying.
Marcus continued. “I made the dumbest decision of my life and walked away. I told myself I was too old for you, that it was just a teenage crush, that you’d find someone else nearer your age and that was for the best. But…”
His voice faded away. He coughed, standing up straighter, his hands sliding out of hers. “But fate brought you back to me even if it was just for a weekend. So there you go, Alison. Now you know the truth.”
“You…you felt the same about me? But when I went to touch you, I remember you pulled away.”
“Because I wanted your father’s approval first. I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of you, manipulating you into doing something you didn’t want to do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me though?”
“Because I was dumb and arrogant and I thought maybe he was right, maybe I was too old for you.” He leaned back on the table. “But I loved you then and I love you now. I want you to stay but if you do you’ll need to agree to obey the ranch rules full-time. That’s a big commitment. Can you do that?”