Of course, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he realized that he probably wouldn’t have half as much fun if she were. No, bad girls—at least those who knew well enough to own up to it and take their lickin’—were much more fun.

  “Okay, baby,” he said, giving her a pat. “I’m gonna get something to finish you up. I’ll be right back, but in the meantime, I’m gonna take this bulb out and I want you to spread your cheeks apart for me. Can you do that?”

  “Y-yes, sir,” she stammered. “I think so.”

  “Good. And I don’t want a single drop to get out, understand?”

  The command made her shiver visibly. “Yes, daddy.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  When he came back with a thick—though small—butt plug, he was surprised to see that she’d done exactly as he’d instructed. Not only that, but it looked like she’d managed to keep every bit of water inside, which was rare for someone who’d never had an enema before.

  “I’m impressed, sweet girl,” he told her, gently caressing her back before he set to work inserting the butt plug. “One big push and I’ll be done. Hold still and relax your bottom.” It took a few moments longer than he’d expected, but then it was in and he was able to take a step back and admire his handiwork. God, she was a vision. With her long hair flowing freely down her back, her blue eyes shining up at him, the plug deep in her ass… Oh, man. And best yet, she hadn’t even made a move to sit up. He had a feeling that she was waiting for his permission, which turned his hard-on to a point that was painful and aching for release. One of these days, it’d find release inside her perfect bottom hole, which was part of the reason he’d put the butt plug in to begin with. He wanted to get her used to the feeling.

  “It hurts,” she whined, giving a little kick with her legs that he found downright adorable.

  “You’ll get used to it in a little while.”

  “A little while?” she echoed, her doll-like face full of horror. “How long are you going to keep it in?”

  “Until I’m ready to take it out. Now, up.” He gave her a bottom a light slap that had her scurrying to obey. “Put your panties back on, and head into the bathroom.”

  Despite the fact that she darted on quick, bouncing feet, Colton’s long strides helped him stay right at her heels. She was in the doorway before she turned to look at him, confusion etched on her pretty face.

  “What…”

  “I need a bar of soap, please.”

  “What for?”

  “Bar. Of. Soap,” he ordered, in a voice that said he wouldn’t be asking again—at least, not without having her face-down over his lap first.

  Her eyes wide, Scarlett bent over to search the cabinet under the sink. Colton stepped back and enjoyed the view—and what a view it was! He didn’t think he’d ever tire of her perfect, smackable globes. He loved the sound they made when he spanked them, almost as much as he loved her squeals of protest.

  She wasn’t protesting at the moment, though he could tell by the wariness etched in her features that she very much wanted to. “Here you go.”

  When she held out the box to him, he could tell that she was hoping he’d give her a hint of how he planned to use it. For that very reason, he was silent when he took it. She’d find out soon enough, anyway. He locked eyes with her as he slowly, deliberately opened the flap of the box and removed the bar. There was something about holding a brand-new, pristine bar of soap and knowing that it was about to clean out the inside of a naughty girl’s mouth that made him very excited. Of course, everything about Scarlett seemed to make him excited. With her, everything felt fresh and new, even things he’d done a thousand times before. Though he hadn’t had more than a handful of occasions to wash a mouth out, he enjoyed dispensing justice.

  Without a word, he walked to the sink—she pressed herself against the wall as he walked by, as though wishing to make herself disappear, and he hid a smile. He turned on the water and held the bar under the lukewarm stream just long enough for it to get wet all over before he shut the faucet off. Scarlett couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him and they got wider by the minute. He crooked a finger her way, beckoning her, but she shook her head vehemently.

  But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so he closed the distance between them in one stride and took her by the arm. He took her chin in his other hand and when he brought the wet bar to her lips, she squeezed her lips tight and shook her head.

  “Open up, little girl. You know you deserve a good mouth washin’, and that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”

  “Uh-uh,” she said with her lips closed.

  “Okay, I’ll tell you what. You’re gettin’ your tail blistered for lying to me. Now, I was gonna wait until after I washed your mouth out, but if you like I can do it now, then do it again after you’ve opened your mouth.”

  Scarlett scowled, knitting her brows together as she glared at him, but he looked back calmly. He wouldn’t hesitate to do it—in fact, he’d probably even get a little enjoyment out of it. She must have sensed that he meant business, because the next thing he knew, she was opening her mouth.

  “Wider,” he commanded, and she did, albeit reluctantly. When he thought the entrance wide enough, he inserted the bar of soap into her mouth and began to scrub by moving his hand back and forth, pushing the bar across her tongue.

  Her eyes had gone round as saucers the moment the soap entered her mouth and she was making muffled sounds of protest that were probably causing her tongue to get even more coated. He gave it a few more seconds before pulling the bar from her mouth with one hand and flipping on the faucet with the other.

  “Rinse.”

  She didn’t wait another moment before bending at the waist, cupping her hands and beginning to drink water. She spat it out with a grimace before getting more water. He watched her do it multiple times before reaching over to shut off the faucet.

  “What did you do that for?” she asked, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

  “It’s not going to get any better for a little while, honey.”

  “It tastes terrible,” she said, her voice somewhere between a whine and a pout.

  “That’s sort of the point,” he said, giving her a wry grin. “C’mon, let’s go into the living room.”

  Scarlett seemed relieved to follow him out of the bathroom until he sat down on the couch and patted his leg. “What?”

  “Over my lap.”

  “But… why?”

  “I’m going to spank that cute little butt until it’s good and red, that’s why.”

  “No! Haven’t I been punished enough?”

  “Not quite. Now, are you going to lie down and take your spanking like a good girl, or am I going to have to come get you?”

  With a dramatic huff, Scarlett stomped toward him and threw herself over his lap.

  He took his time positioning her just the way he wanted her. “Now, Scarlett, remind me why you’re being punished.”

  “Because I lied to you.”

  “That’s right. Relationships can’t thrive when there’s dishonesty. On top of that, you made me worry for nothing.”

  “I didn’t mean—”

  “Whether you meant to or not, that’s what happened. It’s one thing to be punished for your actions, but I think it’s also important that you understand the worry you caused.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Without another word, he began to spank the seat of her panties. She squirmed and kicked her feet from the get-go, so he trapped her legs between his own and continued without breaking stride. It wasn’t long before she was sniffling again, and he raised his hand high and brought it down with a hard smack on her rear, knowing that tears were soon to follow. Colton wasn’t the kind to rush things like this, but even though he knew she needed a memorable punishment, he was eager to get it over with so he could get on to the comforting stage, which he liked much better.

  He paused for a moment and listened to her quietly crying into her hands. The sound tore at his heart. It made him think of how she’d looked when she’d first opened the door—like a skittish rabbit about to bolt. She’d let him in, though, and now as he heard her soft sobs he wondered if she’d come to regret it. Maybe he could stop now. Maybe she’d had enough to learn her lesson.

  But the second the thought crossed his mind, he shook it away. He wanted to enjoy Scarlett’s company for a long, long time, assuming she was agreeable. If he was going to do that, he needed to lay the law down now. Going through this punishment a second time wouldn’t be any more fun, so it was up to him to see that it didn’t get to that point.

  With a tug on the band of her panties, Colton gave Scarlett a wedgie of sorts, stuffing the thin cotton into her crack—as much as he could, considering the butt plug that still protruded from her anus.

  “Colton…” she whined.

  He loved the girlish voice she used when she was pouting and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Yep?”

  “I don’t like that.”

  “Well, I don’t like being lied to.”

  “I said I was sorry!”

  “Sayin’ it and provin’ it are two different things, baby-girl.”

  “Hmph,” she sniffed.

  Thinking that was as good an answer as he was going to get, he set to work spanking the now-bare cheeks. His hand rose and fell with a loud, hard smack again and again until her creamy flesh had turned a bright shade of pink. She was protesting with little moans and yelps with each swat, but he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

  “Get that cute butt into the corner over there,” he ordered, freeing her legs and giving her a sharp swat for motivation.

  With a yelp, she leapt up from the couch and over to the corner he’d indicated.

  “That’s right, stick your nose into it. Yep, just like that. Panties down now.”

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me. Now do what I told you.”

  With slow, jerky movements, Scarlett slid her panties down her cheeks and turned back around to face the corner. He took his time enjoying the view. My, oh my, she had the most gorgeous globes he’d ever seen. Whether they were creamy white or rosy red, they were shapely and perfect.

  “Kick them off,” he instructed without taking his eyes off her. “You won’t be needin’ them.”

  Scarlett’s head snapped around and she glared daggers at him. He looked back calmly, secretly chuckling on the inside, and watched as she did as he instructed. Before she turned back around, he got his first glimpse of her sweet-looking pussy. He’d bet his prize horse that it tasted better than it looked—and that would be saying something. Too bad she was being punished, otherwise he’d relish the chance to dive between those legs and get her moaning for an altogether different reason. Maybe, depending on how she took the rest of her punishment…

  “Alright, honey, come on out,” he called after a moment. “Fetch me that wooden spoon out of the jar, would you?”

  Scarlett’s brow furrowed as she looked at him, but she walked to the kitchen all the same. He loved that about her. She seemed, at her core, to want to be obedient, to please him. He hoped he wasn’t wrong on that one. When she came back, she held the spoon to her chest, as though it was a treasured possession. Or, perhaps she just didn’t want to relinquish it, he mused. Had she already guessed what it was for?

  “A-are you going t-to hit me with this?” she asked, still clutching it tightly.

  “I’m going to spank you,” he corrected, holding out his hand.

  She hesitated for the smallest fraction before handing it over. Then she watched with wide, wary eyes as he sat on the couch and patted his lap once more. Once she’d laid face-down over his knees, he took a moment to caress her sunset-pink cheeks. They were such a pretty hue, and still warm to the touch.

  Colton marveled at the feelings that welled up inside of him as he admired the beautiful ass that had been offered up in complete submission. This certainly wasn’t his first rodeo; he’d spanked his fair share of women. Hell, he’d even paddled and whipped some of them. Yet, not a single one of them had touched his heart the way that Scarlett had. While he could certainly appreciate the display in front of him, he was spanking her for punishment, not for pleasure. With every other woman, he had ached to see just how red he could turn their bottoms. Where Scarlett was concerned, he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

  Unfortunately, once he held the heavy, thick wooden spoon in his hand, he knew that wouldn’t be prudent. He needed to take it slow, both to give her enough time to fully appreciate the burn in her bottom, but also so that he didn’t overwhelm her with pain.

  “I’m going to paddle you now,” he told her softly, running his hand over her bared cheeks, making her shiver. “I’m going to go slow, but it’s going to hurt. I’m not going to stop until I mean to, no matter what, but then your punishment will be completely over.”

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, sounding more like an angel than a repentant little girl just then. “I understand.”

  With a nod that she could not see, he began to rub the smooth wood over her cheeks. Though he knew it couldn’t have hurt, she still flinched at the contact. She’d do more than flinch when she felt the sting that a wooden spoon could impart. He raised his hand and brought the spoon crashing down with a swift, loud crack that instantly earned a scream from Scarlett. She’d taken her spanking so well, up till now. After that first lick of the unforgiving spoon, she was now thrashing over his lap as she cried, trying to throw herself off his knees.

  “Stop it,” he scolded, his voice stern.

  “I c-ca-can’t,” she sobs. “It hurts.”

  “I told you it would, Scarlett, now be still so we can finish this.”

  “No,” she gasped, craning her neck to look back at him. “You can’t. It hurts sooo badly!”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t?” He arched both brows in silent condemnation. “Who’s the little girl who lied?”

  “I-I did, but—”

  “No, no buts. You earned this paddlin’, and you know it. Now, no more thrashin’ about or I’ll double what you’ve got comin’.”

  Scarlett went pale and it was almost enough—almost—to convince him to stop. But then he reminded himself that she really had brought this on herself, and she had to learn. Steeling himself against the tears in those pretty blue eyes, he raised the wooden spoon again. Scarlett’s eyes grew wide as saucers before she turned back around, burying her face in the cushion that rested beside her. When he gave her the swat, her scream was muffled, as were the sobs that followed.

  He gave her an even dozen, six on each side, and they were all delivered to her quivering thighs. He wanted her to learn her lesson so well that they never ended up here again, and the only way that could happen was if she was well and truly punished for her actions. She would remember this spanking for a day or two, of that he was certain. He didn’t like to give this kind of punishment often, but she needed to know how seriously he took lying. By the time he finished, she was nothing more than a sobbing, shaking bundle of nerves. He was more than happy to pick her up and sit her down gently in his lap as he wrapped his arms around her. She seemed more than grateful to accept.

  “Shh,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair. Her normally straight, golden hair had been mussed throughout her punishment and he smiled to see her halo a bit out of place. If anyone asked, he would have said that he found her more beautiful than ever. “It’s all over.”

  “I-I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his chest. “I am, I p-promise.”

  “Shh. I believe you. Hush now. Give yourself some time to catch your breath.” He waited like that for a while, letting her cry her heart out. He knew that she was crying about more than the lie she’d told, about more than her sore bottom. But he’d let her tell him about it when she was ready—he didn’t think she could handle any probing questions just now.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, trying to disentangle himself.

  “No!” she cried out, tightening her grip and hanging on to him for dear life.

  “I’ll just be a moment, baby. I promise.” He gave her several reassuring kisses on her brow before she reluctantly released her hold. He chuckled to himself and made quick work of finding what he needed. He was as anxious to be back at her side as she seemed to be to have him there.

  When he walked back into the living room, his hands were full. “See, I’m back,” he told her. “Lie on your belly.”

  She gave him a pitiful, sad look, but did as he asked.

  “Don’t worry, baby, you’re not in trouble. I told you we’d be done after your paddling.” Setting his other items down, he unscrewed the top off the jar he carried. “This will make you feel a little better,” he said as he applied a thick smear of soothing cream to her bottom. As he worked it in, moving to every inch of skin and working around the butt plug, he heard her let out a sigh of pleasure.

  “I do feel better, daddy… well, a little better, anyhow.”

  “That’s good. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Now, sit up.” As soon as she obeyed—only wincing slightly as her butt hit the couch once more—he slid behind her and began brushing out her hair with the brush he’d brought.

  “What are you doin’, daddy?”

  He grinned, wondering if she’d ever know how much that endearment meant to him. “I’m going to braid your hair, baby.”

  “Two braids, please,” she said, brightening considerably.

  “Oh, two is it?” he chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” He managed quite nicely, surprising himself. “Go have a look in the mirror.”

  She toddled off quite happily and when she came back, she rewarded him with a grin that lit up her entire face. Her cheeks seemed rosy with pleasure, instead of pain, her eyes bright with happiness instead of tears. He was quite pleased with the effect himself.