His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) by Megan Michaels Page A

tears tracking down her face.
    “Maybe I need to spank you some more?” He tugged on her hand, trying to pull her over his knee again.
    “N-no, please! I’m sorry.”
    “Are you?” He reached over, retrieving a tissue and wiping her face dry. “Tell Daddy why you have a sore, spanked backside. Unless you want your panties pulled down again, and you can tell me with that cute, red ass facing me.”
    Sassy stared at him quietly, the thought of standing with her bottom facing him mortified her. “I got spanked because I tried clocking Abby at the coffee shop and I bit you in the leg. I’m sorry.” She rubbed her bottom as she spoke the words.
    “Yes, you did. It was a dreadful thing to do, but you were spanked and spanked hard. Are you going to be Daddy’s Good Sassy Girl?” He pulled her hands away, enveloping them in his own.
    At that moment, she’d felt so loved and cared for. Her eyes had welled up with tears again, and a little sob escaped as she said, “Yes, Daddy.”
    He’d opened his arms for her and pulled her onto his lap. From that point on, they had stayed in a Daddy and little girl relationship. Brittney loved being his Sassy, and although she was punished for her sassiness if it went over the line into being disrespectful, she knew he loved her sassy mouth.
    Shaking herself back to the present, Sassy pulled her pajamas on, quickly exiting the room to find her Daddy. The last thing she wanted was to have him find her and punish her before her discussion and spanking. She never doubted — ever — that he cared for her, and wanted to help her become her best. His methods weren’t exactly what she’d choose — most of the time — but thus far, his techniques had proven more than equal to the task.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    D ylan poured two glasses of water then brought them to the living room, waiting for his Sassy to return. His girl had come a long way since their first meeting ten months ago. It hadn’t always been easy, and although she’d always doubted whether he’d stay, Dylan knew that he’d never leave. He couldn’t imagine living without Brittney. Her sassy mouth made him laugh, unless it went too far. Fortunately, that didn’t happen as often anymore. His firm hand had changed some of that; when it came to disrespect, she understood much better where he’d draw the line.
    Maybe if they went to the Playpen and met other Daddies and littles, she would find a camaraderie that would settle her spirit? Because their relationship was still new, he had no doubt that as they deepened and solidified as a couple, she’d become secure in her place — and trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t leave.
    Dylan looked forward to the opportunity to meet with other Daddies, to discuss setting boundaries as well as different techniques of discipline, rules, and punishments for his little girl.
    Her footsteps were heard padding down the hardwood flooring that leading to the living room. She looked adorable, wearing her white flannel jammies with the blue kitties on them. He smiled in her direction, holding his arms out for her, and she didn’t hesitate to rush toward him, tucking his head to her chest, her soft, plump breasts cushioning either side. He pulled her closer, each hand cupping her cheeks, running his fingers lightly over her full bottom.
    No panties.
    Just as he required. He slid his hands up her pajama top, pushing it onto her back. The nipples had hardened to steel points; he cupped the weight of the pliable flesh, overflowing, but not overly generous. He pulled the peach areola into his mouth, the pointed tip rubbing on the roof of his mouth. He loved the popping sound when he released the suction, the reddened peak moist, glistening. He lightly blew on the dampened flesh, watching the bumps rise on her tits.
    He pulled her top down, patting the couch next to him. “Let’s talk about today.”
    “Do we have to?” She whined, closing her eyes, bouncing