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“Baby no one is perfect. And honest to god, perfect would be boring. I love your enthusiasm. I love your sass. I love how smart you are and how much you care about people. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I just need you to trust me and believe that I don’t care that you aren’t perfect because all that matters is you’re perfect for me.”

She stared at him, unable to speak. Barely able to breathe.

Was he right? Was it her lack of trust in herself that was getting in her way, rather than her lack of trust in him? Their relationship had gone from zero to a million in one month. And she’d never been good enough for anyone to love her for who she was inside.

Breezy loved you.

At that thought, some of the weight fell off her chest and she found it easier to take a breath. Her sister had loved her. Tildi hadn’t even been nice to Breezy half the time, and Breezy had loved her anyway.

And if Breezy could love her, then Boone could love her. She needed to stop worrying about who she was supposed to be and what she was supposed to do and just be herself. The people who wanted her in their lives—people like her Daddy—would accept her. She could have friends and family and just be herself.

She put her hand over Boone’s and held it as she kissed his palm. God, she loved him. And he loved her.

“You’re perfect for me, too, Daddy.” She threw herself into his arms and they wrapped around her, holding her tight. “So, you’re not mad at me?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m still gonna light a fire under your ass for putting yourself at risk and keeping all those texts from me. But I’m doing that because I love you, not because I’m disappointedin you. I might be disappointed in your actions sometimes, but I could never be disappointed in you.”

Goosebumps crawled up the backs of her legs and over her bottom. Now wasn’t the time to figure out why the idea of going over his knee for a spanking turned her on as much as it did. It was going to hurt. The added humiliation of him spanking her while her bottom was plugged got her even hotter.

“I believe you, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the texts. And I’m sorry I went with Kenzie into town and could have put us both in danger.” She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve to face the consequences of her actions. “So, I guess I’m ready for my spanking.”

“I’m proud of you, babygirl. I know we just had a serious talk, but I’m not going to go easy on you. Keeping secrets and putting yourself in danger are your two biggest rules. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She didn’t resist as he led her back to her naughty girl stool. Nor did she resist when his hand pressed between her shoulder blades and bent her over until her palms were once again flat against the pillow topping that stool.

“Where are your feet supposed to be, naughty girl?” The rasp in his deep, stern voice hinted she wasn’t the only one who was turned on.

“Three, Daddy.” She widened her feet until they were in the correct position. The cool air licked the lips of her pussy. The plug made its presence known stronger than ever as her bottom hole clenched and relaxed around it. And every time she did, her pussy got wetter.

He gave her bottom a pat and walked away. The scrape of the wooden chair he’d pulled from the desk earlier scuffed against the dark wooden floor as he moved it closer. Cords of writhing nerves filled her tummy and knotted themselves tighter with every breath she drew. Picturing him sitting in that chair, staringat her bent over with all her most private parts exposed, had her nipples tightening to the point of desperation.

“Tell me something, bluebell. Do Daddies in Tennessee have their Little girls go outside to cut a switch to use on their naughty bottoms?”

All the air whooshed out of her lungs. What kind of question was that? Did people really do that? “N-no, Daddy. Breezy and I didn’t get punished growing up.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that point, little one. You’re lucky you didn’t pull this stunt in the spring. We have a peachleaf willow tree out back that is perfect for collecting switches sturdy enough to make a very thorough point on a naughty girl’s bottom. You might want to keep that in mind.”

She shivered at the image he planted in her mind. Be extra good in the spring. Message received. Yikes!

“Hm, you like that, bluebell? Does the thought of it make you wet?”

“N-no,” she said automatically. No normal person would get wet, well, wetter, thinking about switches.

“Seems like lying while you’re already bent over with a plugged bottom is just asking for extra spanks. You wouldn’t be fibbing to Daddy, now would you, darlin’?”

“No!” Her fierce declaration of her innocence came out like a squeak instead of the roar she’d intended.

“No?” The chair scraped the floor, and thudding footsteps told her he was headed her way. “Should Daddy stick his finger deep in your kitty to make sure?”

“You don’t have to do that, Daddy.” She didn’t add all he’d have to do was run his finger across the outer rim of her core.

“All right, I think it’s about time to get down to business, but before I do is there anything else you want to say?”

“No, Daddy.” What was there to say? Even if there had been, she was pretty sure she couldn’t have said it.

She tensed, readying for the first swat, but instead, Daddy reached for the bottle of oil again. Taking his time, he pulled the small plug out of her bottom before drizzling more oil down her crack. “We are going to start over with your punishment. And since you’ve done so well with this one, I’m going to put in the next larger size in its place.”