Page 127 of Cowboy Daddies

“And if I don’t feel it there, you’ll make sure my ass feels it?”

“Don’t you start, spitfire,” he said, chuckling as he walked us to the bathroom.

I was kidding mostly, but his words held weight. Things had started off a bit rocky, but his handling of the situation and the improvements he’d already taken care of along with plans for bigger things around the ranch showed me that despite my initial resistance, we were better as a team.

Chapter Five

Quinn

Two weeks of being bent over the kitchen nook and having my ass pinkened by Callum had settled my brat. Or bent over the couch, or his bed, or previously mentioned hay bale.

Who was I kidding? I was only mostly compliant. My mouth walked me into trouble more often than I cared for, as if I had no control. It had been easier to hand him the reins on our relationship, but not so easy when it came to matters of the ranch.

“I hear you, Callum,” I grumbled into the table. He had been lecturing while he spoke. I was only half listening, which was unfortunately an ongoing issue.

“What did I say, spitfire?”

“Something about staying away from the northwest pasture until the… something is… uh… fixed.” I blinked. What had he been dithering on about?

“Listen carefully, Quinn. Please pay attention. I’m not speaking because I love the sound of my voice.” He landed a few hard swats on my bare bottom. “The southeast pasture is off-limits until the fence is fixed. I don’t need you and Glimmer getting hurt.”

“Right, that’s what I said,” I pointed out. “Don’t go there because we can get hurt.”

“Close but you misheard me, beautiful. You said northwest. Commit the spot to memory. It matters which one because if you go riding and the fence is broken Glimmer can get stuck or wreck it. Worse than that, you could get hurt. Now, tell Daddy. Which pasture is off-limits?”

Callum targeted my tender sit-spots several times in a row. “Ouch! Southeast! I am listening. Promise.”

“What did I say about the black-eyed Susans?”

My mind went blank. What did wildflowers have to do with his lesson of the day? “I admit you’ve got me there, Daddy.”

“I knew you weren’t listening fully, babygirl. I added in some nonsense to see where your head was at. I told you that I replaced every flower in Nana’s garden with black-eyed Susan. Remember now?”

Callum rubbed his fingers into each of my bottom cheeks and it wasn’t pleasant. He found a partially sore spot. “Ow, Daddy. My ears are working but my brain is a million miles away.”

“Let’s finish up so we can get to our tasks. I have plans for us this afternoon.”

We had eaten breakfast and shared two cups of coffee, our typical routine. That he had something else planned piqued my interest. It trumped everything else on my to-do list. He shifted me, pulling my hips closer.

I raised myself up on my elbows. “Is this going to turn into something sexier, Sir?”

“Head down, babygirl. We aren’t done.”

“Yes, Daddy.” But I didn’t comply. Callum cupped his palm around my mound and I pressed into the movement, arching and moaning. He leaned across my body.

“Do I need to take off my belt, spitfire, or are you going to take the rest of your spanking like a good girl?”

He was not playing anymore. Though this wasn’t a punishment, adding the leather stinger from around his waist would flip it into one. I didn’t dare ask him what he expected when his whole hand was still on my pussy. “No thank you, Daddy. But just so you’re aware? I was being a good girl,” I said matter-of-factly rather than giving him sass.

“Trying to distract me with your gorgeous curves is naughty. Pushing against my hand while I’m doing maintenance is teasing me. Hm?”

Callum had a very good point. I glanced over my shoulder and blinked innocently. “Yup. Very naughty,” I agreed.

His mouth tugged up into a smile and he pressed a kiss to my tailbone. “I can’t even be annoyed when you’re being so damn cute, Quinn. We have a busy day and we’re going out this afternoon. Back into position now.”

I let him adjust my body so I was flush against the table again. He picked up where he left off, each smack delivered with precision. Callum timed each one to allow the sting to bloom then fade into warmth. Just as we were finishing I looked up to catch the sunrise. As I raised my head, I nearly screamed. My heart pounded against my chest.

“Daddy!” I needed him to look out the window more than he needed to continue our maintenance.