Page 15 of Daddy’s Naughty Bridesmaid (Naughty Girls Book Club #4)

M att’s house is quiet when we arrive, dark except for the soft glow of a lamp near the entryway and the flicker of lightning bugs just beyond the porch.

I toe off my heels near the door and sigh in relief as my feet touch the cool hardwood.

Behind me, Matt locks the door with a firm click , then steps in close.

“You still with me, Sunshine?” he murmurs, resting his hands on my shoulders.

“Yeah,” I say softly. “More than I probably should be.”

His fingers slide down my arms before he turns me gently to face him. “No such thing as ‘should’ right now. Just you and me, being honest with each other.”

He cups my face, brushing his thumbs along my cheeks. “Tonight was perfect. You were perfect.”

“I was on the clock,” I say with a small smile. “Professional bridesmaid perfection is kind of my thing.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Pretty sure what you were doing on that dance floor wasn’t in the job description.”

I smirk. “Neither was sexting the groom’s brother.”

“Or agreeing to get spanked for self-deprecating comments?”

“Definitely not covered in the service package.”

His hands settle at my waist. “But it’s all real now, Jackie. Wedding’s over. We’ve been living in this little bubble for the past few days… I think it’s time to talk about what happens next.”

A flicker of apprehension passes through me. I nod slowly. “Yeah. I was thinking about that too.”

We settle on the couch, facing each other, our knees brushing. I pull my legs up underneath me, trying to organize the swirl of thoughts in my head. “So. Full disclosure.”

He lifts his chin, giving me his full attention.

“I don’t actually live in Charlotte,” I begin. “Most of my work takes place there, but I’ve got a little cottage about forty minutes outside the city. It’s quiet. Small-town quiet. Which I like. I think I need that contrast to what I do.”

Matt leans back slightly, expression unreadable, and I rush to fill the silence. “I know it might complicate things. And I don’t expect anything. I just didn’t want to lie or make it sound like I was next door or?—”

“Jackie.” He cuts in gently, resting his hand on my knee. “Relax. You told me the truth. That’s all I ever ask.”

His thumb strokes my skin as he nods thoughtfully. “That actually lines up perfectly. I’ve been thinking about changing gears for a while now.”

I blink. “You? Really?”

He lets out a low breath and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Yeah. I love chasing storms. It’ll always be part of me. But I’ve been pushing hard for years. Constant travel, late nights, barely staying in one place long enough to know what drawer my socks are in.”

I smile. “You don’t strike me as a man who doesn’t know exactly what drawer his socks are in.”

He grins. “Guilty. But lately, I’ve been thinking…

I don’t want this to be my whole life. I’ve got enough contacts and experience to start consulting.

I can work with emergency planning teams, meteorological firms, maybe even teaching some courses here and there.

Still get my hands dirty with the really big storms, but not be on the road twenty-four-seven. ”

A pause.

“That life… has room for someone else. If they want to be part of it.” My heart does a quiet flip.

His eyes meet mine, serious now. “But I want to be clear about something. What we started this weekend? It’s not casual to me.

I don’t do temporary well. If this is going to work, I need it to be real. I need you to be real with me.”

I swallow. “Okay.”

“I want to take care of you. That’s not just a kink thing—it’s how I love. Protectively. Consistently. Deeply. But if I’m going to be your Daddy, I need to know what you’re ready for. How much control you want to give up. Where your boundaries are.”

I sit with the question for a few long breaths.

“I don’t think I know the full answer yet,” I admit. “But I want to figure it out—with you. I want to work my way into it. A little at a time.”

He nods. “That’s more than fair.”

“I’ve spent so long in control,” I say. “Managing things, fixing problems, anticipating issues before they show up. I want to let go… but I also want to feel safe while I do. I’m not ready to hand over everything. Not yet. But I am ready to start.”

Matt leans forward again, taking both my hands in his.

“Then here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, voice steady. “Three rules. Three expectations. And as we move forward, we’ll adjust together.”

I nod slowly, breath catching a little at the gravity in his tone.

“One,” he says, holding up a finger. “You keep yourself safe. That means rest, food, basic self-care. If I ask you if you’ve eaten or slept, I expect an honest answer.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Two.” He holds up a second finger. “You don’t talk badly about yourself—not your body, your worth, or your abilities. That mouth is mine now, and I won’t have it used against you.”

My throat tightens. I nod again.

“And three.” His expression softens. “You’re honest with me. Always. There won’t be lies between us. You’ll be honest about how you feel. What you need. What’s too much. This only works if you trust me enough to say the hard stuff.”

“I can do that,” I say quietly.

He leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I know you can.”

We sit in silence for a moment, the rules hanging in the air between us. Finally, I rest my head on his shoulder. “So… about that spanking I earned earlier.”

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around me. “Oh, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”

“And you’re sure you want all of this? My baggage, my sass, my giant ass?”

He gives my hip a light squeeze. “Especially the sass. And the ass.”

I laugh into his chest, the sound muffled by the steady thrum of his heartbeat. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve found solid ground.

Matt hadn’t moved his hand from my thigh. I could feel the weight of it, warm, grounding, entirely in control. And when he spoke again, his voice had shifted just slightly, softened around the edges but still laced with authority.

“You know,” he said, thumb making slow circles against my skin, “we’ve had our heart-to-heart. Talked about where this is going. Shared a whole lot of honest words.”

I looked up at him, already sensing where this was headed. “We did.”

He nodded once. “But you still haven’t been held properly accountable for the things you said at the wedding.”

Heat flared in my cheeks instantly. “Matt?—”

His brow lifted, just a little. “Excuse me?”

I caught myself and corrected quickly. “Daddy.”

“Better,” he said, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Now, what did you say at the wedding, sunshine?”

I exhaled, the memory coming back fast. “That I was self-conscious. About my… about my butt. And that it wasn’t self-deprecating if it was true.”

His hand slid just a little higher on my thigh, a subtle warning. “And what do we call that?”

“Breaking a rule,” I said, quieter now.

“That’s right.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss against my temple. “You don’t speak badly about what’s mine. And that gorgeous body of yours? Every inch belongs to me now.”

I swallowed, body thrumming with anticipation. “I know.”

“So,” he continued, sitting up straighter. “You’ve earned a real spanking. Not just playful. This is a correction. Discipline. To help you remember that your words have weight. Even the ones you aim at yourself.”

My heart pounded, but I nodded. “I understand. I want that.”

Matt stood and held out a hand to me, his presence suddenly larger than life. “Then come here, baby girl.” He took my hand and led me to his bedroom before saying, “time to get bare for Daddy.”

The phrase made me shiver, but I obeyed.

I’d fantasized about this for years. I didn’t think it would ever be me.

My turn. Real life. My fingers tremble slightly as I peeled off my pants again, then slid my panties down over my hips.

When I turned back toward him, cheeks hot, I found him seated on the couch, his expression unreadable.

“Over my knee. You know why.”

God, yes, I do.

I move to him, heart pounding, and drape myself over his lap, my body fitting to his like we were made for this.

He adjusts my position, tugging me just slightly forward so my butt is perfectly presented.

There’s something deeply vulnerable about being here like this, exposed and waiting. But it’s not scary.

It’s freeing.

Matt’s hand rests on my lower back.

“You said something cruel about your body,” he says softly. “And that’s not something I’ll ever let slide, not because I want to control you—but because you belong to me now. And I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting what’s mine.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“I know, baby. But you still need the correction. I promised you a spanking on your bare ass and a spanking you will be receiving.” He rubs my bottom slowly.

He continued to run his hand over my bare skin, his touch slow and possessive. “This is a discipline spanking, Jackie. You earned it. You accepted it. Now you’re going to take it.”

I nodded into the couch. “Yes, Daddy.”

The first swat landed firm and deliberate, not cruel, but undeniably corrective. I gasped, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet room.

“You don’t call your beautiful body names,” he said, another crisp smack punctuating the words. “Not ever.”

I breathed through it, letting the rhythm take hold.

Smack.

“Your ass is perfect.”

Smack.

“And you don’t have permission to insult what’s mine.” He sets a rhythm, alternating cheeks, his hand connecting solidly again and again. My skin warms, each strike deepening that low thrum of arousal and contrition in my belly.

“This ass,” smack , “is stunning.”

Smack.

“This ass is mine.”

Smack.

The pain bloomed from the inside out. It was bright and hot and somehow centering. With every swat, I felt more present in my body, more grounded. The embarrassment faded, replaced by something deeper: surrender. Trust.