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Warmth filled her. She wanted that too. If he’d suggested another position, like bent over the bed or arm of the couch, she probably would have chickened out.

He stood and made his way to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread out just enough. She stood frozen in her spot, her heart thumping like a jackhammer.

“Come on, little one.”

He called her over with a crook of his finger, and she went. Every step felt like a mile, and she was sure snails moved faster than she was. She was halfway there when she stopped and yelled, “Wait!”

Ace tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow. “Chickening out, little one?”

“No. It’s just… can I grab Bert?”

Daddy grinned. “Go ahead.”

She rushed to grab him from the bed where she’d laid him when they entered and made her way slowly to Ace until she was standing between his knees staring nervously up at him.

“Ready to call the whole thing off?” he quipped.

The teasing gave her a bravado she hadn’t felt all day, and she stepped forward with her hand on her hip. “Are you?”

“Want to play a little game of chicken?” Ace asked in a tone that clearly held no sincerity.

Before she could muster a response, he leaned forward, grabbed Bert from her arms and placed him on the couch, and unhooked the straps on her overalls, letting them fall to the ground. She felt weird standing there in a onesie—something she hadn’t worn since she was a toddler and her parents were dressing her and picking out her clothing—but Ace’s gaze swept up and down her body with a lusty murmur of appreciation.

Her breathing labored as he reached between her legs to unfasten the snaps, and she held her breath knowing he would feel how damp her panties were and praying he wouldn’t comment.

No such luck. The corners of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile. “Are you excited about your spanking? It feels like you are. It feels like your little pussy is wet and needy.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to require a response as he lifted the onesie and pulled it over her head until she was standing in front of him in just a bra and panties. He’d seen her when he’d insisted on helping her use the bathroom and again when he’d helped her change into the overalls outfit, but this felt different. She wondered if he felt it too, and then she wondered if their play would go further than a spanking. She wanted it to.

She didn’t have time to wonder more or overthink thankfully because the next second Ace took her hand and pulled her facedown across his lap. Her stomach rested on muscled thighs and his erection poked into her side. Large hands covered her bottom cheeks, and she reared up to look at him over her shoulder. “Oh no! What about your hand?” she cried, pointing to the bandage.

“It’s not my hand, it’s my knuckles. I don’t spank with my knuckles,” he grunted.

“You don’t know that,” she countered with a glint in her eye. “You’ve never done this before, ‘member?”

Ace snorted. “I’ll take my chances.”

Chapter 7

Ace

Her perfect heart-shaped bottom peeked out at him from beneath cheeky pink panties. “Even your panties are pink. Pink like your pretty little pussy and pink like your bottom will be when I’m through with it.”

“You told me to wear pink!” she reminded him with a shriek.

“So I did. And you obeyed very well. Guess you are Daddy’s good girl, after all,” he said as he pushed the fabric up between her cheeks, giving her a wedgie and exposing more of her bottom.

“I like being Daddy’s good girl,” she purred. “Does that mean you’re not gonna spank me?”

“Not a chance, little one. Sometimes even good girls need spanking too.”

She was still looking over her shoulder at him and he caught her eye as he lifted his hand over her bottom.

She squeaked and he scooped Bert up from beside him and passed the stuffed stingray to her. “In case you need an emotional-support stuffy.”

Her body tensed as she grabbed the stingray and held him tight, stuffing him into the space between her arms and the couch. “Is it too late to change my mind about this?” she muttered.

“Yes,” Ace said, a second before his hand connected with her left butt cheek in a smack that echoed through the sound-proofed room and made his hand smart.