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  "Mason!" She tried to rear up off his lap.

  Hooking her legs under one of his, he jerked up her night gown and brought his hand down on her panty covered bottom. She squealed in surprise. "You will not put yourself between me and your family. I refuse to hide behind your skirts, Ryleigh. Do you understand?" He paused for a second to lower her panties below the swell of her bottom.

  "Yes!" She gritted out, then yelped when his hand landed on her bare bottom.

  "Keep it down unless you want to wake up the kids, Ryleigh." He brought his hand down on the opposite side of her bottom.

  She groaned and grabbed a near by pillow and stuffed it in her mouth.

  "Good girl." He began a steady cadence against her bottom, not stopping until her entire bottom was a rosy hue. Once it was over, he pulled her upright and cuddled her against his chest. "Now, did we learn anything?"

  She sniffled. "Yeah, to let you deal with my family."

  He cuddled her closer. "That's right." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Sweet pea, I'd feel horrible if we ever came to physical blows and you got caught in the middle of it."

  She hiccupped. "I understand."

  "Good, I'm glad you do." He wrapped his arms around her. "Now do you want to tell me what set you off before we go to bed?"

  She shook her head. "Not really."

  "Well, why don't you? My momma said to never go to bed angry."

  She drew a deep breath in and then let it out. "Remember how you said your job is to protect, guide, and punish when need be?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, did you ever think of what mine is?" She asked quietly. "I'll tell you. As your girlfriend, it's my job to take care of things that are important to you - and those kids are important. By telling me I didn't have to suggests that I'm only using you - that I’m offering nothing in return. It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of you. "

  "Fuck." He sighed against the top of her head. "I didn't think of it that way."

  "And add to it that your request to spend the night - my boyfriend wouldn't have to ask. He would know that my home is open to him."

  He squeezed her tight. "Blame it on the shitty day, sweet pea. I'll do better, promise."

  She made a soft noise, then squirmed slightly. "Promise me not too much better. I don't think my ass could take any better, Mason."

  "Then maybe your ass should stay out of trouble, hmmm?" He slowly released her. "Why don't we hit the hay? And no, I'm not asking to sleep with you, I'm telling you that I am."

  She gave a slow smile. "You're learning."

  CHAPTER NINE

  A Year Later

  The sun, streaming through the window, woke Ryleigh from her exhausted sleep. Two things hit her immediately: pain and the woodsy scent of her man. She groaned softly. Pain and Mason sometimes went hand in hand, but this pain was of her own doing - not because he'd taken after her for some foolish thing she'd done. However, that may change once he sees how bad I'm sunburned.

  The familiar feel of tight skin warned her that the sunscreen she'd infrequently applied yesterday as she'd chased Lisa and Johnny around the water park hadn't been enough. She bit her lip as she slowly sat up, the pull across her back beyond irritating. She barely had time to make it to the edge of the bed before Mason drew in a sharp breath.

  "What the hell." He shifted on the mattress. "You're redder than a lobster, Ryleigh."

  "Yeah, I figured as much." She hung her head, before slowly standing up. The skin on the backs of her legs burned. She gritted her teeth as she stiffly made her way to the bathroom. She thought she had a bottle of aloe in the medicine chest - but she wasn't sure. Being a fair-skinned red head, it was something she normally stocked, but since she'd moved in with Mason, he'd made sure she applied sunscreen when she had inspections to protect her skin. But yesterday, she and Diane had taken the kids to the water park, while Mason had worked. Without him to remind her to reapply, she'd forgotten as she enjoyed the sun and water with the kiddos. And she was pretty sure that he wouldn't be pleased even when he found out why.

  Making her way to the medicine chest, she prayed that she still had the bottle, because she wasn't sure if she could handle driving to the store to get some more. She almost cried when she pulled out the almost empty bottle of the soothing gel. There wasn't even enough in it to do the back of her legs let alone the affected areas of her torso.

  "You didn't use sunscreen yesterday." The flat tone he used, warned Ryleigh that she was indeed in trouble with her man.

  "I did, I swear! But I might have forgotten to reapply it." She leaned against the sink, feeling absolutely miserable. "Can you yell at me later, Mason? Have a little mercy on a hurting girl." She reached for the bottle with trembling fingers. It wasn't much but it would have to do - at least til she got to the store for more.

  Pushing away from the door where he was leaning in nothing more than a pair of worn sleep shorts, Mason came in and took the bottle from her. After reading the label, he threw it in the trash.

  "Mason!"

  He tipped her chin up with one finger, his expression stern. "I'm going to go run to the store and get you another bottle. That one's expired."

  "But you have to get to work." she protested.

  "So, I'll be a few minutes late." He shrugged his shoulders. "One of the perks of being married to the boss's niece."

  She flushed. It was inside joke, one that she'd thought for sure would bite her in the ass, but her estranged uncle hadn't taken his ire out on Mason. In fact, he used the fact that his most dependable foreman was married to her to mend fences with her mother. And the fact, that they'd gotten married this spring, had kept Uncle Benny as he liked to be called from canning him.

  "While I'm gone I want you to take a cool shower along with a couple ibuprofen, sweet pea."

  "But Mason, it'll hurt." She wanted to blubber, knowing from experience that even cold water hurt like hell against a sunburn.

  He frowned down at her. "Then maybe you should've remembered to reapply your sunscreen - like I told you." He brushed a kiss across her upturned lips. "Consider it your punishment for not minding me."

  "Punishment!" She wanted to stamp her foot but knew she as treading on thin ice with him. She pushed much more, and he'd have no issue making her bottom match the rest of her.

  He nodded. "And you're damned lucky I don't spank your ass." He gave her bottom a swat. "But I figure that you're hurting enough." He turned toward the separate shower and turned the water on. After fiddling with the temperature, he headed into the walk-in closet they shared.

  She glared at the shower but made her way to it. "This sucks!"

  "I heard that," came from the closet.

  Wisely, she kept her mouth shut.

  * * * *

  Grabbing a pair of jeans from the hanger, Mason should've been put out that Ryleigh was burnt. It would seriously limit his plans for her tonight. Their one year anniversary. It was hard to believe that a year ago, Randy had attacked Diane, and that his little sweet pea had decided to be his. He tugged the worn denim up his legs, then buttoned them after carefully tucking his morning wood to the side. A quick jerk freed one of his favorite t-shirts from the hanger it was on. Across the front of it were the words Daddy knows best - a gift from his sweet pea. As he tugged it over his head, he couldn't help but smile at the memory of the night she had given it to him....

  ...Letting himself into Ryleigh's home, Mason had locked the door behind him. After the long day he'd had and the chaos at his own home, he'd come over to his girl's place for a little peace and quiet - and maybe some sex. Forget maybe sex. He knew it as well as he knew his eyes were blue that he would end up fucking his woman long and hard. She'd been gone on a business trip for the past week, and he was horny as hell. Phone sex did not make up for ‘in person’ skin on skin fucking. Pocketing his key, he wandered down the hall.

  "Ryleigh?" Her car in the drive assured him that the little minx had made it home - even if she hadn't called him a
s expected to let him know. "Which her little ass is gonna pay for," he muttered softly. His palm tingled with the need to warm the soft curves once more. It never ceased to amaze him that he'd found a woman who loved him as he was - and even sometimes pushed to find herself over his knee.

  Her voice came from the bedroom. "In here, honey."

  He came to stand in the doorway, and nearly swallowed his tongue. Ryleigh was bent over her bed, smoothing on fresh sheets. And if that wasn't enough temptation, she was wearing nothing more than a gray t-shirt that showed off a pair of panties that had the words Spank Me across the ass of them.

  "...I'm sorry I didn't call when I got in, " She slowly straightened, and turned to face him. Across her ample bust was a graphic of a man holding a folded belt and the expression 'daddy knows best'. "When I saw it at a fetish store, I had to get it. I even got you one." She nodded towards the bag sitting on the hope chest at the foot of the bed. When he didn't smile, she frowned. "You don't like my gift? I was hoping to surprise you?"

  "Surprise me?" He reached for the buckle on his own belt. "By worrying me when I hadn't heard from you by lunch time, young lady?"

  She actually winked at him. "You might think I'm angling for a spanking, Mason." She bit her lower lip and tried to assume an innocent expression. "but honest to god, I'm not. If you check my phone, you can see I tried three times to text you. I don't know why the texts didn't go through."

  He mentally groaned. The little minx was playing with him. And damned if he didn't love taking her in hand. "Give me the phone, Ryleigh." He held his hand out.

  "Of course." She moved gracefully over to her dresser where the phone was plugged in. . She made quite the show of unplugging it then deliberately dropping it so she could bend over and flash him her panties again when she retrieved it.

  Growling he crossed the room and slapped her firmly on the ass. "Enough playing. I want to see your phone right now, sweet pea. Unless you want me to tear your butt up with my belt.

  She moaned softly, rubbing her bottom against him. "Please."

  "No." He snapped, grabbing her hips and forcing her away from him. "You have less than thirty seconds to be on your bed, kneeling on all fours. I want that ass on display, now." He took the phone from her fingers. "And you better pray that I find those texts, young lady, or you're going to feel more than my hand on your bottom."

  She squeaked and did as he asked. He watched as she scampered up on to the fresh bedding, hiked the shirt up to once more expose her panties. Oh, he was definitely going to cash in on the request blazoned across her ass.

  A quick glance down at her text messages did indeed show that she'd at least tried to text him. The red exclamation marks were about to be the same shade her ass was though, because plain as day, the little airplane icon in the corner flashed.

  "Hmmm, seems that someone mysteriously put your phone in airplane mode. You wouldn't know anything about that would you, Ryleigh?" He set the phone down on the dresser before crossing the distance between it and the bed.

  She shook her head. '"Surely, you don't think I'd put my phone in airplane mode to get a spanking, do you?"

  He crossed his arms over his chest. "That's exactly what I think. So, who says I shouldn't oblige you." He moved toward the nightstand next to the bed. "However, you made me worry, when you could've simply asked." Pulling out the lube and the butt plug from their hiding spot, he set them on the bed next to her. "Which is why you're going to wear your punishment plug, while I spank you."

  Her green eyes darted toward the silver plug. A whimper escaped her, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt she'd be wet from his words alone.

  "And you do know what I'm gonna do after I light up your ass?" He asked conversationally - as if he weren't deliberately working her up with his words.

  "No..." She bit her lower lip as she shook her head.

  "I think you know exactly what I'm going to do, young girl." He slowly drew his belt from the loops. He didn't plan on using the leather on her, but the idea of making her think he would was tantalizing. "And if you don't tell me, there will be no coming for you tonight."

  Her head shot up, then she narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't!"

  He smirked. "Wanna try me, sweetheart?" He always followed through on his promises to her - even the ones she didn't like. And she knew it.

  "No," she whimpered. "I'll tell you."

  "Then get on with it, so we can get on with it." He almost chuckled at the way the words rhymed as he tugged down her naughty panties, hooking them just below the swell of her ass.

  Her face went cherry red. "You're going to..." she stumbled over the word. "...fuck me."

  "That's right." He opened the lube and thoroughly coated the tip of the plug. "I'm going to shove this up your naughty bottom hole, redden your ass, and then fuck you til you lose your voice from all the screaming you're gonna do."

  "Oh, God." She actually visually trembled before his eyes. The press of her hardened nipples against the shirt told its own story. If he wasn't careful, she'd be coming before he even got through her spanking, and he wasn't about to let that happen.

  The first time she comes it will be on my cock or not at all.

  "Push out, " was all the warning he gave her as he gently but firmly pushed the plug against the rosette of her ass. With little struggle, she accepted the plug - a testament to the fact she'd been a good girl and wore her training plugs while she was out of town. His cock throbbed angrily. "Damn, sweet pea."

  "Oh God, Mason." She moaned when he swatted one cheek.

  "Down. This is gonna be an honest to god over the knee spanking." He helped her off the bed, before sinking on to its firm surface. After unzipping his pants to make a little more breathing room for his dick, he pulled her face down over his thighs. "Why are you being spanked, Ryleigh?"

  "Because I was naughty." She whispered.

  "You're gonna have to be more specific." He rubbed his hand up and down her ass and thighs, each sweep of it pushing her panties further down. Finally resting at her ankles, she kicked them off - leaving her ass gloriously bare.

  "Because I made you worry when you couldn't reach me." The words came out as a sigh.

  "That's right." He confirmed. "And I'm gonna make sure you think twice about ignoring the airplane mode on your phone again." Not giving her anytime to prepare, he brought his hand down, hard and fast across the expanse of her bottom, layering pink handprints all over its plump surface until her entire bottom shone pink. Then he moved onto her sit-spots, the tender bit of flesh between her thighs and ass. She'd taken the first part of her spanking with the grace he'd come to expect, but the first time his hand landed on her thighs, she shrieked and tried to crawl off his lap. "Oh no you don't." Hauling her back in place, he gave each one another three sharp smacks.

  "Mason, please!" She was opening sobbing now. "It hurts."

  "Of course, it does - that's why it's called punishment." He lifted her upright and cuddled her against his chest, giving her aftercare. He let her cry it out, knowing she probably needed the stress relief of a good spanking as much as he needed to administer it. These separations were hard on them. Thinking about the velvet ring box locked in the glove box of his truck he smiled. Soon, when he thought it was time, he'd propose. But first.... "All better?"

  She hiccupped, then nodded against his chest. "Yes."

  "Good. Now I believe I promised I was gonna fuck you. Spread em. Show me that wet pussy of yours." He helped her into the position he wanted, her straddling him, the tip of him resting against her entrance while she balanced on her knees. "Kiss me," he demanded.

  She eagerly obeyed, pressing her lips against his. The moment her tongue filled his mouth, he thrust up and filled her. She moaned into their kiss as her pussy clamped down hard on him. He grunted, falling back on the bed. He took her with, wrapping his arms around her torso, holding her in place as he used the legs he still had firmly planted on the floor to fuck up into her hard and fast. She almos
t bit his lip as she tore her mouth away from his and screamed as her first orgasm hit her. Through the thin wall separating her pussy from her ass the plug rubbed against the underside of his cock, while making her so tight he had to use most of his strength to power in and out of her.

  Oh, my God, oh my God...Mason..." She babbled incoherently as he fucked her through her peak and pushed her towards another one.

  "Come again." He barked, refusing to ease off as she grew wetter, tighter around him until he thought he was gonna loose his damned mind.

  "I.....ah fuck!" She stiffened in his arms, trying to claw her way free as an even stronger orgasm struck her. The sudden splash of wetness on his thighs as she released hard and heavy pushed him into his climax.

  "Yes!" He sawed in and out, coaxing every nuance of pleasure from his sensitive dick...

  A yelp from the shower, caught Mason's attention as he exited the closet. Behind the frosted glass, Ryleigh huddled against the stinging spray. His heart went out to her - she probably did apply her sunscreen, but in helping out Diane, who still had to use a cane to walk, chase after the kids, she'd gotten so busy reapplying hadn't crossed her mind. After taking off the shirt he'd just put on, he opened the door to pull her out of the cool spray. "Come here, sweet pea." Gently easing it over her head he lightly smoothed it down her frame. "I love you, you know that, right?"

  She nodded, looking like a drowned rat with her hair all wet. "Almost as much as I love you."

  He sighed. "Go lay on the bed and wait for me." He gave her a soft kiss. "I'll be back with your aloe shortly."

  "Okay," she whispered as she moved towards the bedroom.

  Just before she made it to the door, he called out to her. "This is just a reprieve, Ryleigh. Once you're healed up, your ass is mine."

  Her eyes widened in surprise before a half smile graced her lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Daddy."

  The End

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Hi, I'm Dakota, an author of erotic romance (think 50 Shades of Gray - but better) and paranormal erotica. What exactly does that mean? Well, since I've always marched to the beat of different drum: it means that I get to take my unique life experiences - like putting around in the garage with my dad, or driving a train when I was ten, to create worlds where the heroines aren't necessarily June Clever, but are strong independent women who may stand on their own two feet, but long to submit to the right man. Whether it's two friends who realize there is more than friendship between them or the sexy alien who captures his unwilling slave's heart, sparks are sure to fly! My imagination has no bounds or at least none I've found yet!