by Ashe Barker
“Who’ll have a lovely time?” Rosie asks as she heads straight for her father who has settled into a seat at the table, hoping to conceal his telltale bulge. As Rosie makes to clamber onto his knee he could swear Eva giggles as she slips from the table and seats herself primly, sedately and oh-so-very-modestly.
He glances at her sharply. He’s her Dom. He’s yet to instruct her in the full implications of this, but he’ll start by not having her take the piss. Her face straightens instantly, which is gratifying, but then his attention is diverted into a frantic effort to stop Rosie making it onto is lap, for both their sakes. He catches her in mid scramble and swings her up onto the table to face him, swiftly trapping her swinging legs between his knees. And he sighs in relief as, disaster averted, Rosie flings her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek.
“Is Miss Byrne your girlfriend yet? Have you been kissing her again?”
Nathan risks another glance at Eva, and is further gratified at her obvious mortification. She’s blushing furiously, her face a decidedly fetching shade of pink as she recalls all the kisses and so much more. He allows himself a few moments to imagine her pretty little bottom turning to exactly the same shade as he treats her to the spanking she richly deserves, and which he fully intends to administer the first chance he gets.
Thursday can’t come soon enough.
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Chapter One
