Tomorrow I am sending out the first scene in my new book, 'Forever Daddy,' to everyone on my email list. Sign up here, and never miss a new release, or free book. For all of my readers, here is a sneak peek of the sequel to 'Daddy Mine.'
Forever Daddy by Shanna Handel
Release Date: November 1
Slowly, Wes leaned in and softly, his lips met hers. The way he kissed her made her know that she truly was the only girl in the world for him, and she was melting into his arms.
Wes’ hands found their way into her curls. He held her head in his hands as the kiss deepened. Then, he pulled away and said, “I’d do anything for you, Carrie girl.”
“How about forgetting about my spanking?” Carrie murmured with a smile, ready to start kissing again.
Wes pulled away further, his hands moving to her shoulders. “Anything but that,” he said. His hands wandered down her arms and onto her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Now what kind of daddy would I be if I let my little girl’s naughtiness go unpunished?” Hands still wandering over her body, he continued, “My ranch, my rules, little girl. You know that. And what is the punishment for running away?”
Carrie knew all too well what the punishment for running away was. After the dust had settled from the crazy wedding break up, the cheating scandal, and Carrie and Wes had gotten together, Wes had asked her to go to dinner with Jessica and Garrett. A little ‘make peace so we can have holidays together’ meal. It had been going well until Jessica accidently revealed the fact she was pregnant. The drama of the situation was too much for Carrie. She had left the table, the city, the state, and run home to South Carolina. When Wes finally came for her, he had brought the little brown leather strap with him, and after asking her permission had punished her with it in her own barn.
Knowing she was required to say the embarrassing words, she took a deep breath and said them. “A spanking.”
“Not just a spanking, I’m afraid. It’s a bare bottom strapping. Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “It is.” Been there, done that, wrote a postcard, she thought to herself. Carrie wanted to kick herself for getting into this predicament yet again. Would she ever learn?
“Say it.” His words were almost a growl in her ear. “What is the punishment for running away, Carrie?”
“A bare bottom strapping,” she whispered, her face burning.
“Over my knee, young lady.” Wes expertly flipped her from sitting on his thigh to bending over it. Carrie’s feet barely touched the floor and she had to rest on the tips of her toes. Wes’ hand rested on her bottom. “Last night you crossed a line. Although I feel responsible for pushing you over that line, there is no excuse for your behavior. Leaving the house after midnight and not telling anyone is unacceptable." The first, hard smack from his hand landed on the middle of her right cheek and she was glad her jeans were still on. “Where are young ladies supposed to be at midnight?”
“In their beds. Oomph.” Several more, hard smacks landed on the same spot as the first. “Ye-ouch.” She hated when he spanked the same spot.
“Were you in your bed last night?” “No. Ye-ouchie.” Matching spanks methodically hit the center of her left cheek.
“And why is that?”
“I was being naughty. I got upset and ran away, ouch,” more spanks, “but I should have talked to you instead.”
“Good girl.” Wes helped Carrie up and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. She started to cuddle into his chest but he said, “Now, go and get your strap down, please.”
Sighing, Carrie walked over to the wall. This part was always the most embarrassing. Not only did she have to retrieve the very instrument that would be used on her behind, she could barely reach it. Wes loved to watch her stretch up onto her tiptoes and struggle to get the thing down. Carrie heard a chuckle behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Not funny,” with a pout. Finally, she got the strap to come free from its nail and carried the dreaded object over to Wes.
The feel of the smooth leather on her palm made the love, hate feelings for the object strengthen. Carrie dreaded the strappings and always thought she would fall apart during them, but something about the way it made her feel, to be over Wes’ knee, exposed, the sound of the strap swishing in the air, the sting as it met her bare skin, and the feeling that she belonged to Wes made them bearable. Carrie knew that Wes could punish her with it anytime he saw fit. This fact somehow completed her.
Carrying the implement to her waiting daddy also reminded Carrie of all those lonely years without him in her life. Years where she thought there was something fundamentally wrong with her for desiring a man who would fully take her in hand. Wanting a lover who was also a protective daddy that would spank his little girl when she was bad, then take her to bed and own her. She had spent many long nights wondering what kind of woman desires to be a man’s little girl.
Then she had met Wes. He had threatened to spank her less than twenty-four hours after meeting her, to which she had instantly responded, “Like a daddy?” Those three little words had forever changed their lives and brought her to where she was now—in the sunny barn, smelling the sweet scent of fresh hay and bringing the little brown leather strap to her patient, adoring, cowboy daddy.
Wes’ confident, crooked smile crossed his face and his eyes smoldered at her as she looked directly at him and handed him the strap. He stood up and kissed her forehead sweetly. “I’m only going to give you a few licks, baby. We both were at fault.” He winked saucily at her. “I just want to be sure to remind you who’s in charge.” He bent Carrie over the work bench and surprised her by leaving on her jeans. Wes ran his hand down her back, stopping just at her waist line, and left his hand there. He brought the strap up in the air, and it came down where her bottom met her thigh. The feeling was nothing like she had had before when Wes was strapping her. The smack of the leather left a warm, slightly stinging glow, nothing like the breath-taking stripes he normally applied to her backside.
Carrie gasped curiously as another swish came down and left the same warm feeling behind as the first one. Wes continued to cover her bottom with the soft stingy strokes. The warmth spread and Carrie started to squirm.
Wes threw the strap onto the bench where it landed with a thud. Wes ran both hands over her back and over her bottom, then brought her to a standing position, wrapping his arms around her, his chest pressed up against her. Nibbling a trail along her neck, when his mouth reached the lobe of her ear, he gave it a little bite. “Never, ever run from me again, Carrie girl. And I promise you, I will do everything I can to make sure you don’t want to run.” He leaned further down, and whispered into her ear, “Who’s your daddy?”