Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10)

by Laylah Roberts

  The second time.

  That had been three weeks ago. She’d spent that time recovering. Ed had taken more time off to take care of her, which she’d hated. She didn’t like to be an inconvenience. When she’d mentioned that to him, she’d gotten several hard smacks to the ass then she’d had to write a hundred times that she was not an inconvenience.

  She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  Xavier was happy with how much better she was doing under Ed’s watchful care, which just gave him more ammunition to fuss over her. She’d also started seeing Archer, the therapist who lived at Sanctuary Ranch. She’d been really nervous at first, but Archer was surprisingly easy to talk to.

  She’d kept expecting Ed to bring up the fact that she was owed a rather large punishment. The one that he’d promised her for leaving the house alone without her phone or calling him.

  But it seemed that he might have forgotten about it. If he had, she certainly wasn’t going to bring it up.

  Trenton Strange had been denied bail and sent to high security prison. Same one as Saber. She hoped they didn’t get to talking. Ed was still upset with himself for not noticing that Trenton had been spying on them. But they’d had a lot going on. And from what Trenton had confessed, most of the time he’d kept well back, using high-powered binoculars. He’d only usually gotten closer to deliver the roses.

  All of her brothers had been to visit. She’d experienced an abundance of lectures and smothering. Her mother hadn’t tried to contact her at all.

  But her loss, right?

  “Well, Daddy cares about Captain Georgie being clean. And if she doesn’t let him wash her, then she’ll end up in time-out after her bath.”

  He started washing her arms. Not easy when her ship was sailing rough ocean seas. “Oh no, we lost some of the crew overboard,” she cried as some of the small men on her pirate boat fell off into the bath.

  Then Daddy ran the cloth over her breasts, making her shiver. The cloth brushed against her nipples several times until they were hard peaks.

  “Daddy,” she groaned. “Pirates don’t get put in time-out.”

  “Yes, they do.”

  “But I need to find the treasure!” Normally First Mate Daddy ended up getting in the bath with her. She’d been surprised when he’d opted to wash her while sitting beside the bath. Still dressed.

  He washed her back then moved onto her legs.

  “No treasure for you tonight.” He pushed her legs apart to clean her pussy. She was too used to him doing this to feel embarrassed anymore.

  All right, she wasn’t so embarrassed anymore.

  “Why not? I always get rewarded when I sail the seven seas. Aaaarrrrghhhh.”

  “Because naughty pirates get spanked not rewarded. Up on all fours so I can clean your bottom.”

  “Daddy, I can do that myself,” she protested, even though she knew it was pointless. He’d have his way.

  He raised an eyebrow and she got up on all fours as he ran the cloth between her butt cheeks, being far too thorough in her opinion.

  Wait. What had he just said?

  “What do you mean, naughty pirates? I’m not naughty! Well, other than the pillaging and plundering but I’m a pirate. I don’t know any better.”

  He helped her stand then wrapped a towel around her before lifting her out.

  “I’m talking about the fact that you’re getting a spanking tonight for being naughty three weeks ago and breaking Daddy’s rules.”

  “Oh, that.”

  “That,” he replied, drying her off then pulling off her shower cap. He’d braided her hair before her bath. She hadn’t cut it yet, but she was still considering it.

  He cleaned up and let the water out of the bath before grabbing her hand and leading her naked into the bedroom. She froze when she saw what he’d laid out on the bed on top of a towel. There was a piece of ginger in a plastic bag which had been peeled and was worryingly in the shape of a plug with a wide base.

  But the most concerning was the heart-shaped paddle.

  “Daddy, can we talk about this?”

  “Of course,” he said easily as he stripped off his clothes and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. Normally, she’d be all about ogling him.

  But a piece of carved ginger and a heart-shaped paddle meant she had other things worrying her.

  “What’s the ginger for?”

  “You’ve never heard of figging?” he asked in a casual voice.

  Yeah. She had. But that didn’t mean she necessarily wanted to experience it.

  “That might be a hard limit,” she squeaked.

  He raised an eyebrow, watching her steadily. “You don’t even want to try it? You have your safeword if you need to use it. I thought it might be a better punishment than my original plan.”

  “Which was?”

  “To alternate between the belt and the paddle every night for a week.”

  “I’ll try the ginger,” she said hastily. “But you’re not going to use the heart paddle on me, are you? Isn’t your hand enough of a paddle?”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be using my hand as well. I thought the heart paddle would reinforce that you’re being punished because I love you. Because I can’t have you risking your safety and health. If anything ever happened to you, I couldn’t go on. So when you look in the mirror you’ll see just how much I love you all over your ass.”

  “How can you make something awful sound so wonderful,” she muttered.

  He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know. But the next time you attempt to do something dangerous, I want you to remember how much I love you and how badly I will blister your butt.”

  “You sure we couldn’t just say that I’ve learned my lesson? After all, I was kidnapped and traumatized. Is that not enough?”

  He sat on the side of the bed and patted his lap. Cautiously, she walked over, expecting him to pull her immediately facedown over his lap.

  Instead, he sat her on his knees, straddling his lap so she was facing him. He placed his hands on either side of her face, gently massaging her tight jaw. “Do you trust me?”

  “I do. That’s not the issue.”

  “Do you think the punishment is unjust? Do you truly believe I shouldn’t punish you?”

  She opened her mouth to tell him that. Then she thought about it for a moment. She remembered how upset he’d been. She thought about how she would feel if she was him. And she knew that the tight knot that had been in her stomach for the last three weeks was actually guilt.

  She sighed. “I can’t tell you that.”

  Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead then he lifted her off. “Good girl. Over you go.” He patted his knee then helped her situate herself over his lap.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Red.”

  “We’re starting with my hand then the paddle then it will be the ginger.”

  His hand landed on her poor ass. His spanks were fast and hard. Heavy. She barely had time to catch her breath before her ass was hot and throbbing. He didn’t just stick to her bottom, he moved down her thighs. Oh Lord. That stung. She screeched, kicking her feet. She couldn’t help but try to free herself. But she didn’t have a chance in hell. And even if she did free herself, she knew she wouldn’t get far before he’d be on her.

  By the time he stopped, her breaths were coming in sobs, tears tracking down her cheeks. She’d given up trying to fight about five or so spanks ago. Frankly, she was running out of energy and she knew it wasn’t helping her any.

  “Good girl. That’s my girl. How are you doing?” he asked as he rubbed her back while she was crying.

  How was she doing? Her ass was on fire, that’s how she was doing. But she didn’t say any of that.

  “My butt stings.”

  “It’s meant to,” he replied without remorse. “Ready for the paddle?”

  “I don’t think I should be expected to answer that,” she told him primly.

  “No, I suppose you shouldn’t.”


  “Daddy, wait!” she cried out.

  “What is it? Do you need some water? Bathroom? Is something else hurting other than your bottom?”

  “Yeah, my thighs hurt too.”

  “You know that’s not what I meant, my girl,” he said sternly.

  “I know, I just . . . you’ll stop if I say my safeword?”

  “Of course. Without fail. I promise. I would never destroy your trust in me like that.”

  She knew he wouldn’t.

  “It’s just eight with the paddle. Two to each butt cheek and two on each thigh.”

  Eight. She could do Eight.

  The paddle landed and for a moment she thought it wasn’t so bad. Then the burn began. She opened her mouth to scream as it landed on the other side. All right, it wasn’t as bad as she’d built it up in her head.

  But still, that darn well hurt!

  The next two landed in fast succession as though he knew he needed to get this over and done with quickly. Her cries filled the room as he moved to her thighs and gave each of them two sharp taps. She got the feeling he was holding back with those. The first four had definitely felt far harder than the last ones.

  Then before she realized that he was moving her, he had her straddling his legs once more. He held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly.

  She wasn’t certain how long he held her. But her breathing had calmed by the time he drew her back. Her ass was burning, but a weird sort of lethargy had come over her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she’d cried so much or if it was due to the heavy weight of guilt lifting.

  “There’s my girl. Such a good baby. Aren’t you?” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, both cheeks, her nose then finally her lips. But he kept the kiss too short.

  “Time for the next part. You up to it or you want to wait until tomorrow night?”

  “Next part?”

  “Yep, onto your figging. I’m going to go get some gloves. Don’t want to accidentally get that stuff in my eyes. It stings.”

  “And yet you’ll put it in my butt!”

  He winked at her. “That’s the idea.”

  He lifted her off his lap, holding her hips until she was steady. He stood. “I want you to spread your legs wide and then lean over with your chest resting on the bed. Then you’re to reach back and part your bottom cheeks.”

  Oh heck. Oh fudge. This was not happening. She knew her face was now as red as her ass as she bent over. Slowly, she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. Why couldn’t he do this part?

  Because he likes seeing you like this.

  She groaned.

  “Now that is a pretty sight. Next time we do this, I’m going to have you stand there like that for ten minutes before I plug you with the ginger.”

  “This is never happening again.”

  “Never say never, my girl. I’ll be back in a minute, stay right there.”

  He disappeared.

  “Good girl for staying in position,” he told her as he returned.

  It had been touch and go. There was a snapping noise like he was putting on gloves then he picked up the bag containing the ginger, which had been sitting right by her face.

  “Put your hands on the bed,” he commanded.

  She moved her hands down and he spread her ass cheeks himself. “Here comes the ginger.”

  It was smaller than the plugs she’d taken so there wasn’t much resistance and it didn’t hurt going in. In fact, as he let her bottom cheeks close over it, she thought that this wasn’t going to be too bad at all.

  “All right, over to the corner. Fifteen minutes.”

  She stood and started walking over to the corner, having to clench her butt cheeks to ensure the damn thing didn’t fall out.

  Ohhh. Ouch. That stung.

  She sucked in a breath.

  “Starting to sting?” he asked cheerfully. She glanced over to find he was stripping off the gloves. That worm-bum. He’d known it would sting when she moved and he hadn’t warned her.

  “Keep moving, Georgie-girl.”

  “But it stings,” she wailed.

  “Good. It’s meant to sting.” He pointed at the corner. “Corner. Now.”

  The ginger was really starting to burn as she shuffled over. When she was finally in the corner, she attempted to unclench her butt cheeks. But, oh God, it was hard to stay still. The burn seemed to keep growing. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Nothing made it feel better.

  “Five more minutes,” Ed told her.

  Five more minutes! She couldn’t even stand five more seconds!

  Five more minutes passed and thankfully, the burn didn’t actually get worse the way she feared it might. But by the time he helped her back to the bed and into her former position, she was more than ready to get the nasty thing out of her ass.

  He put his gloves back on then slowly removed it, putting it back in the bag.

  “You’re not keeping it!” she said aghast.

  He let out a bark of laughter. “No, my girl. This is going straight in the trash.” He walked into the bathroom. When he returned, he didn’t have the ginger or his gloves. Grabbing hold of her, he drew her against him, wrapping his arms around her.

  “You did so well, baby. I’m proud of you.”

  “For taking a piece of ginger up the ass? Your bar for being proud of me is kind of low.”

  He smacked her ass and she yelped.

  “No, smart ass. For recognizing that you deserved to be punished and not taking the out I gave you. For being strong. For being you. My baby. My woman. The best thing to ever happen to me.”

  In the morning, she was surprised to wake up on her own. That never happened. But when she cleared the sleep from her eyes, she saw that there was a glass bottle with a piece of paper rolled up in it on the pillow next to her.

  Excitement filled her. Sitting up, she grabbed the bottle and drew out the piece of paper. A treasure map.

  Quickly, she got dressed in her pirate outfit, complete with telescope, sword, pirate hat, eye patch, and Squawkers.

  She set out to find the treasure. It was weird that Ed wasn’t around. He now watched her like a hawk. But she set off, certain she would find him along the way.

  It was difficult. There were other pirates everywhere, trying to rob her of her treasure map. And it was hard work, trekking around the backyard. But finally, she found the X that marked the spot. It was sprayed in red paint on the ground. And in the middle of the X, there was a small velvet box.

  Her breath caught in her chest as she moved forward and picked the box up.

  Ed stepped out from behind the woodshed. He walked towards her then got down on one knee. Her heart skipped a beat. Was he . . .

  He took the box from her hands and opened it.

  “Georgina Catherine James, you’re my whole damn world. Without you, my life is nothing. I don’t even want to imagine it. I want nothing more than for you to be my wife. To come home to you every day, go to sleep holding you, wake up kissing you. Please, will you marry me?”

  She could barely speak, she was so overcome. Alarm started to fill his face.

  Speak, Georgie. “Of course I’ll marry you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you by my side, protecting me, watching over me, helping me sail the seven seas in search of treasure.”

  He placed the ring on her finger and she stared down at it, glistening under the sunlight. It was beautiful. A single solitaire. Classic. Gorgeous.

  He stood and gathered her into his arms. “I don’t need to search for treasure, because I found the greatest treasure in the world when I met you.”

  “The things you say.”

 

 

 
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