Authors: Maggie Carpenter

The Billionaire's Daughter (16 page)

“That’s
great!” she exclaimed.

“Do you
want some aspirin or anything?”

“Already
took some.

Now then, please take
up your position and I’ll tell you what the rules are.”

The
little dust devil twirled in her stomach and Kate knelt in front of him.

She loved it.

Kneeling before him filled her with a strange sense of
comfort.

And she hoped he would
touch her - anywhere.

It mattered
not where his fingers might stroke or fondle her, a rush of hot sparks zipped
straight to her sex.

“Your
father has made his position very clear.

He’s going to be back here in four weeks and if you are not reformed to
his satisfaction - well you know the consequences.

He’ll cut you off.

So I’d say you really don’t have much choice.

Would you agree?”

Kate
gulped and nodded.

She
couldn’t imagine it.

She’d had as
much money as she wanted or needed whenever she wanted or needed it, for as
long as she could remember, and a car to drive since she was 15.

Her Jaguar convertible was sitting in
the garage.

She used her credit
cards without any thought to the money she was spending.

Occasionally her mother would berate
her for an expensive purchase but it would blow over and that would be that.

“So
it’s my way or you go apartment hunting?”

“Yes,
Dante,” she replied.

“I get it.”

“When
he returns he’s hoping to find his daughter has become a polite, kind young
woman who is considerate and well mannered and knows how to behave properly.”

He
emphasized the word properly, and Kate lowered her eyes.

“Which
means, you listen when someone speaks and you don’t interrupt.

If someone disagrees with you there’s
no temper tantrum or rudeness.

And
you’ll understand the concept of consequences.”

Kate
was staring at the floor.

Was she
really so terrible?

“I
don’t think I can teach you the value of a dollar but hopefully I can show you
how lucky you are and instill a little gratitude.

You’re a very fortunate young woman to have been born into
such wealth.”

Kate
didn’t know how to respond so she just nodded her head, then glanced up at him.

“I
haven’t really thought about it much,” she admitted, quietly.

“I
realize that,” Dante said knowingly, “and speaking of how lucky you are where
are the trash bags?”

“Oh.

There are two full ones upstairs but
they were too heavy for me.

I
couldn’t get them to the landing let alone down the stairs.”

“And
the laundry?”

“The
dryer should be finished any minute,” she replied, checking her watch.

“Fine.

Go and take care of the laundry with
Lois and I’ll ask Cecil to help you with the trash bags.

Just drag them to your bedroom
doorway.”

“Yes,
Dante.”

She
stood up, and was about to turn and leave when she hesitated.

“Yes?”
he asked.

“Thank
you so much,” she said softly, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“You
can thank me by doing as you’re told,” he murmured.

Her
breasts brushed against his arm, and her subtle, expensive perfume filled his
space.

It was intoxicating.

His member began to stir.

“I
will Dante,” she promised.

“I
will.”

He
sensed she was near tears.

It bode
well, and when she hurried from the room he felt a surge of optimism.

Reaching across to the phone on the
side table he dialed Cecil’s house number, wishing he’d known it when he first
hurt his ankle.

Cecil answered on
the second ring and Dante asked him if he wouldn’t mind bringing down the trash
bags from Kate’s room, and wondered if there were any large packing boxes
available.

Cecil assured him there
were, and it wasn’t long before the trash bags and boxes were sitting in the
middle of Dante’s bedroom.

“Cecil,”
Dante began, as the man taped the boxes ready for packing, “Mr. Hollister has
asked me to inform you that you and Lois have been given a two week paid
vacation.

And the part time help
will not be necessary until you return, so could you please handle that for
him?”

“Really?”
Cecil asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The estate was very large and required the staff to keep it
running smoothly.

“Yep.

Starting Monday morning after breakfast
everyone can leave for two weeks.

He will be back a week later and you don’t have to worry about Mrs.
Hollister.

Apparently she’s in
Manhattan for the foreseeable future, so there’ll be plenty of time to bring
everything back up to scratch before either of them get back.”

Cecil
studied Dante.

Something was in
the wind and he was pretty sure it had to do with the spoiled young woman of
the house.

“So,
it will just be you and Kate here?” he inquired.

“Yep.

Just the two of us.”

“I
see.”

Dante
could see the man’s mind running through the possibilities.

Dante had always known Cecil to be very
warm and caring, but when it came to the Hollister’s he strived to maintain a
professional distance.

Dante was
sure Cecil had all kinds of questions about the unexpected news but doubted he
would ask any.

He was right.

“How’s
the ankle,” Cecil asked, changing the subject.

“Healing
fast.

I can actually put a little weight
on it now.”

“That’s
good news indeed.

Do you need any
--?”

Without
warning the door flew open and Kate burst into the room.

Seeing Cecil there, and the bags and
boxes, she let out a startled cry.

“Oh!
I - uh - didn’t expect--”

“No
problem,” Cecil said, politely, moving away.

“I’ll leave you to it.

I’ll shall pass along the informationDante.”

Dante
thanked him, and once the man had left and the door was closed, he turned his
attention back to Kate.

“That
was rude,” he said calmly.

“What
was?” Kate asked, studying the boxes.

“What are the boxes for?”

Dante
let out a sigh.

He glanced down
and happen to notice she was wearing leather ballet slippers.

“Take
off one of your shoes,” he said firmly.

“What?
Why?” she asked.

“Goodness
Kate.

Do as You’re told!” he said
sharply.

Kate
blanched at the rebuke, and quickly reached down and pulled off a slipper.

“Bring
it here and lay across my lap.”

“Ohhhh....
not again!” she protested

“Don’t
make me tell you twice!” he warned.

Tentatively
Kate moved forward, handed him the shoe and crawled over his thighs.

“Let’s
see,” Dante began.

“You burst in
without any warning, and even though you clearly interrupted Cecil mid-sentence
you didn’t apologize.

You saw the
heavy trash bags were here but didn’t express any thanks that he’d brought them
down, and then to top it all off I gave you a very simple instruction and you
chose to question me.”

As
he lectured her, he slowly lifted her short skirt and pulled down her dainty,
pink, lacy panties.

“What
do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m
sorry Dante.

It won’t happen
again,” she whimpered, wriggling on his lap.

She couldn’t believe she was back across his lap, waiting
for more spanking.

“I
certainly hope not.

Two hard swats
for each offense, then you’ll go and find Cecil and apologize for being so rude
and thank him for his help!”

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied, bracing herself.

He
raised the shoe and brought it down with no lack of force, on each of her
perky, perfect cheeks.

She let out
a wail and kicked her feet.

“No
more shrieking,” he said, sternly.

She
clenched her teeth.

The next two
landed just below the first and though she kicked out again she did not cry
out.

He moved the slipper across
the sweet spot, where her thighs met her reddened bottom.

“These
last two will be harder.

The first
two were for offenses that are still a part of your being.

Being rude and ungrateful must be
spanked out of you.

They were
training smacks.

Punishment yes,
but training nonetheless.

You
needed to be taught a lesson.

Do
you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir, I do,” she stammered.

“But
to question an instruction.

Really, Kate. I thought we were past that.”

“I’m
sorry, Dante.

I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re
about to find out what happens when you don’t think.

Though I really don’t understand what’s so difficult about
doing as you’re told.

I’ve already
explained this.

Obedience is
mandatory.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she mumbled, silently berating herself for having been so stupid.

“These
two smacks are going to hurt considerably more than the first two,” he warned,
“because they must.

Disobedience
has its consequences.

Take that
pillow at the end of the couch and bury your face.

You can scream into it if you need to.”

“Oh,
please, Dante.

Please don’t be
hard on me.

I’m really sorry,” she
begged, frightened she’d not be able to bear it.

“I
must be hard on you I’m afraid.

Disobedience cannot and will not be tolerated.”

She
reached out, grabbed the pillow and buried her head.

Dante moved the leather soled shoe against the target,
raised it up, and pitched it down with a practiced flick of his wrist.

Before she barely had time to react he
repeated the motion on the other side.

The
impact was strict and smart.

Two
red marks instantly appeared as Kate wailed into the pillow.

She wiggled her hips back and forth,
the sting far greater than any she’d felt before.

Her hand flew back to comfort her soreness but Dante grabbed
her wrist and held it at bay.

The
salacious sight of her writhing, squirming, crimson backside was driving him
crazy and he longed to pull out his stiffened member and take her right there
and then.

But this was punishment
and the little minx had to be denied any pleasure, so he could only gaze fondly
at the punished behind and wait for her to compose herself.

It took a few minutes but once she had
stopped her writhing he pulled up her panties and allowed her to kneel before
him.