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Authors: Megan Michaels

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Her heart fluttered but if she’d learned anything since being with her Daddy, she learned that telling the truth, regardless of the consequences, was the way to go. “I told her that you aren’t my sugar daddy, and that you’ve always been kind — unlike her. I asked her if she was jealous because I was a good girl, when she’d spent so much time being punished and in detention and then… well, I… then I said sluts end up unhappy. That’s when she leapt on me and we started fighting.”

His lips thinned, his eyes narrowing. “Do you see that the upshot of calling someone a ‘slut’ is getting your ass beat —in more ways than one?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her bottom clenched at the thought of the spanking she’d be receiving for this. She wondered if Brittney would be spanked too. Sunni hoped he’d wait until Brittney left for home before punishing her.

Cade whirled, coming nose-to-nose with Brittney. “And since when do you think you have any say on who I see or what I do with my life? I’m the parent here; I do
not
answer to you! And just to clarify things for you, I’m not a ‘Sugar Daddy.’ You have to have money to fit that stereotype. Did you forget that I’m a state trooper? And, Sunni is
not
a poor white trash whore.” He shook his head, staring at the floor for a moment. “I just can’t believe you would do this. Apparently, it’s been way too long since your last spanking. We’ll be rectifying that immediately.”

Both of the women stood riveted, watching him take his gun belt off. Once he’d freed it from the buckle, it swung with the weight of the gun and holster, then he carefully placed it on the nearby table. Looking toward his daughter, he snapped his fingers at her, pointing toward the kitchen. “You go get the spanking paddle! And you better be quick about it.”

Brittney’s eyes widened and she scurried toward the kitchen. He turned, snapping at Sunni, pointing to the floor in front of him. “You will kneel over here, and take my belt off.” She rushed over to him, awkwardly dropping to her knees, and looking up at him. Now she wished she’d just let Brittney say what she wanted and ignored her. She’d disappointed him, hurting not only him but his daughter as well. Her vision blurred, tears filling her eyes.

Cade bit out, “Do as you’re told, Madison Anne.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brittney return with the spanking paddle in her hand, but Sunni kept her gaze focused on his belt. Her shaky hands slipped the leather tail through the buckle, slowly drawing it from the loops on his uniform pants. Once free, she folded it in half, holding it in her hands, unsure of what to do with it.

“Hand it to me.” He held his hand out for the paddle. “You too, Britt.”

Both women tentatively dropped the implements in his palms. He placed them on the table near the gun belt. He then helped Sunni to stand.

Looking at both women he said, “Pants off. You can leave your panties on — for now.”

Well, that’s not ominous or anything.

It’d been years since the girls had undressed in front of each other, and Sunni could see that Brittney was just as embarrassed as she was, her face and neck flushing. Sunni was deeply grateful that she’d been given permission to wear panties that morning, an unusual courtesy considering he usually made her wear a skirt with no panties. Sometimes, he’d even make her walk around the house naked from the waist down.

They skimmed down their yoga pants, folding them before putting them on the couch. “Each of you pick a corner.”

Once the girls selected their spots and had pressed their nose into the seam as required, Cade came over to Sunni. Looking down, she saw his shiny black shoes close to her own bare feet. They were
huge
feet. She shivered involuntarily.

He lightly ran his hand up her back, ultimately grasping the back of her neck, his fingers squeezing the tender column of flesh. “Feeling frightened, little girl?” His husky voice whispered into her ear, causing another involuntary shiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I like hearing you say, ‘Yes, Daddy’ better. In the privacy of our bedroom, when I’m whipping your ass and you’re sucking my cock, you’ll be calling me Daddy again.” His hand squeezed her neck tighter, not cutting off her air, but enough to be uncomfortable.

“Y-yes… Yes, Sir.”

He slipped his thumbs into her panties, white panties with purple hearts, stretching the elastic enough to draw it down over the swell of her ass. They whispered down her legs, puddling at her ankles. “And hold this.” Pulling her hand behind her back, he thrust the black belt into her hands. He kissed her temple, then walking over to Brittney.

Sunni stole a glance over at them when she heard him whispering to his daughter, and she felt a momentary jealousy again. He tucked Brittney’s hair behind her ears, running his knuckles down her cheek, the low rumble of his voice carrying over to her, but too low for Sunni to make out more than a few words. “You’ll always be my girl… I’ll never… behavior like this… you knew better… your feelings and opinions always matter… decide how to live my life…” And then Cade hooked his thumbs into Brittney’s bikini panties too. The teal fabric caught momentarily at the apex of her sex, then finally fell when she spread her thighs enough for them to snap free.

He slid the paddle into Brittney’s hand, leaning over to kiss her on the temple too. Sunni quickly put her nose back into the corner, lest she be caught peeking, and she gasped when Cade stood unexpectedly next to her.

“Don’t think I missed you watching,” he whispered. “That’ll cost you.” She didn’t turn from the corner to look at him, but her belly and sex tightened at the threat.

“I think I’ll have some coffee before we get started,” Cade murmured, his heavy shoes thumping on the wooden floor as he walked into the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 17

 

C
ade blew out a long breath. Nothing had prepared him for the hen fight that had broken out in his absence. He knew there was an undercurrent of tension there, but he had no idea it had gone that far — and right under his nose too.

Some cop you are. Jesus.

Sunni had brought more excitement into his life than he’d had in years. Cade wasn’t sure that was entirely a good thing either, but in contrast to boredom, he’d take it, hands down. He’d just like said excitement to be the exception, rather than the norm. Though he deeply enjoyed taming the occasional wildness of her feminine spirit, he feared it was clouding his judgment on what needed to be done.

He knew his daughter was possessive of him and his affection, but he never knew it went so deep. Part of him felt proud to know she worried about him, and what he was doing, but he needed to get the boundaries reestablished again. He didn’t need her chasing off women — in particular, a woman as special as Sunni. Brittney had always been a fighter. He’d spent many days in her younger years — especially middle school and high school — getting her to curb that tendency, channel it. But it looked like he needed to teach her yet another lesson.

She had a new boyfriend, Dylan, who was seven years older. At twenty six, he had a stable job as an architect, his own house, and seemed to be a very stable young man. Dylan had seemed to be a moderating influence on his headstrong daughter. But now, from the very moment she’d come home to visit him this time, Cade had seen the huge difference in her behavior — sassy, defiant, and just plain surly. He would have to see if she and Dylan broken up, because this wasn’t the same girl who’d visited a few months ago.

Grabbing his cup of coffee, he returned to the living room to supervise his naughty girls. Brittney swiped at some tears, Cade pleased to see she’d at least calmed down enough to start feeling some remorse. And then there was Sunni. He looked at her beautiful plump ass, still marked with a couple bruises from the discipline he’d laid down upon it during the week.

Jesus, at this rate she’ll never have her ass back to normal if she doesn’t behave!

Both of the women had taken a peek over their shoulders as he entered, no doubt sensing his presence.

“Eyes forward.”

He waited a few moments before he rose to get some supplies from the bathroom, lining them up on the kitchen table, pulling a chair next to his. “Sunni, come over here, please.” Her body visibly stiffened, and she bent over to retrieve her panties from her ankles. “Uh uh. Leave those in the corner. You won’t be needing
or wanting
those today.”

Her blue eyes widened as she stared at him, then she toed them off, hurrying over to him. She sat in the chair he pointed at, shifting uncomfortably, her eyes darting to him once before she dropped her gaze to the floor. He took the belt from her hands, placing it on the table.

He tilted her chin up. “You were a bad girl today, Madison Anne.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“What in the world would make you think you could fight her? You must have known this wouldn’t end well for you, or your bottom.”

“I don’t know… she just… when she called me a poor white trash whore, I just… I lost it.” At that admission, tears filled her eyes, her nose turning an adorable pink, while she bit her lips to keep from pouting. He knew he shouldn’t think it was sweet or cute, but he did. He wanted to pull her onto his lap and just cuddle her, but that wouldn’t be fair to her. He needed to take care of the consequences for her actions.

He reached across the table to retrieve the wet cloth he’d brought with him, pouring some hydrogen peroxide onto it. “Let me see your hands first.” He gently washed the blood off her knuckles, cleaning the nicks and scratches he found decorating the length of both her arms. “Daddy can’t let his girl act like this. Fighting is never allowed, no matter what provoked it. If you had gone to your room until I came back, Daddy would have fixed it.”

He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for a response. “Yes… Yes, Daddy.” She looked out of the corner of her eye to see if Brittney was listening.

“Don’t you worry about her, she can’t hear us. We’re talking quietly.” He turned the cloth over, adding more peroxide to it, dabbing at a couple deep abrasions he found on her neck and face.

Damn women! Fighting like wild cats.

With his pinkie finger, he lightly worked in some antibiotic ointment into the larger cuts, covering them with Band-Aids.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I know you are, sweet pea. And once you’ve taken your spanking, it’ll be all over, and you’ll feel so much better.”

Her eyebrows furrowed.

“What was that face for? Are you confused about something?”

“I just don’t get that. You said it before too. I won’t ‘feel better.’ I’ll be sore and crying.”

He tried to hide his laugh, but ended up grinning at her before answering. “You’re adorable. Yes, I know you’ll be in pain. But you won’t feel guilty anymore. Every action has a consequence. You’ll receive the consequence, and we’ll start over again.”

“I guess.” She shrugged, her doubt plain.

“Trust me.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to stand, thrusting the belt back into her hands to hold. “Now, go back to your spot. No peeking.” He slapped her bottom, sending her bunny-hopping over to her corner once more. His cock twitched, watching her cheeks wobble, her pussy peeking between her legs as she scurried away.

He looked over at his naughty daughter. Brittney had already kicked her panties off in preparation. “Britt, come on over.” She walked toward him, covering herself with the paddle, then quickly sat down. He held his hand out, and she gave him the implement. He placed it on the table, her hands crossed over her lap in an attempt to hide her sex.

He grabbed the second wet cloth he’d brought with him, adding peroxide to this one too. It appeared, looking at her arms and face, that Sunni had dished out a lot more damage than Brittney had been able to inflict in return. “Are you still seeing Dylan?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, for just a moment. “Y-yes, why?”

Interesting.

“It just seems odd that you’re acting this way. The last time you came home, I saw a huge improvement in your attitude and behavior. You’d mentioned that you’d had a new boyfriend and I figured that that was the explanation for change in you. Guess not.” He washed the dripping blood off her upper arms, cleansing the deeper cuts and scratches vigorously. He looked up to see an odd look on her face.

Was that concern? Worry?

“Is everything okay with Dylan? I don’t need to worry, do I?”

If he’s hurting her, I’ll kill him.

“Oh, no. Dylan’s a great guy. You’d never have to worry about him. Honest, Dad.” She looked sincere as she said it. He’d have to trust her.

“Okay.” He added more peroxide to a clean side of the cloth, beginning to clean her face.

“How many times have we had discussions about fighting, Brittney?”

Her lip quivered. “Too many, I guess.”

“That’s right. Way too many. Sunni is important to me — and at one time, she was important to you too. I don’t want to lose her, especially if that loss was caused by my misbehaving daughter.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Really, I am. We don’t have to do this.” She wrung her hands as she pleaded with him.

He rubbed more cream into her abrasions. “Oh, Brittney. it must have been way too long since your last spanking if you don’t remember that I don’t back down once I’ve made the decision to paddle your little ass. After the spectacle I walked in on today, do you really think I’m letting you just walk away with no consequences?” Cade put a Band-Aid on the last cut.

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