“Yes, I think I probably should.” He set the hairbrush on the dresser and walked to the bed, where he sat down. He patted his leg. “Come over my lap, Lily.”
She stood and trudged to him. As she assumed the position, she felt trepidation growing inside of her. It was such a vulnerable, intimate position being over her papa’s lap, her tender bottom upturned and then bared in preparation to feel the full force of his palm.
He lifted her silk skirt. “This sure is a pretty dress,” he mused. “I never saw you in it.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said softly. “I chose it hoping you would.”
She wasn’t wearing a petticoat. Jesse ran his hand over the black lacy bloomers she’d borrowed. “These are nice too, sweetheart,” he said before hooking a finger in their waist and sliding them clear off her legs.
She shivered as the air of the room brought a cool breeze to her skin, making her bottom feel oh-so-bare.
His voice grew stern then. “Now, what did papa tell you about singing and dancing in the saloon?” He landed a hard swat.
She yelped. “That I wasn’t allowed to.”
“And what did you do?” Another smack cracked open the quiet of the room and lit her bottom on fire.
“I disobeyed, papa. I’m sorry.”
He landed one final hard swat, then gave her bottom a caress and gathered her in his arms upright on his lap. She frowned at him, confused. “Is that all?”
“That’s all,” he said with a small smile. “I had to punish my little girl, but I want to reward my woman.” Taking her face in his hands and looking into her eyes, he said, “Thank you, Lily, for saving my business. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
She beamed at him, and he kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that would have made her knees buckle if she’d been standing. It became more passionate as they moved to lie on the bed. He pulled her close, and his hand traveled along her back, locating the bow at the end of the ribbon that fastened the back of the dress together in a crisscross pattern. “This is such a naughty dress,” he said in a low voice against her neck. “I think it should come off.”
“Me too,” she said, pulling her arms free of the sleeves. With a few more tugs, the dress lay in a wrinkled heap on the floor.
He kissed her along her collarbone down to the middle of her bare breasts. “Tsk tsk, not even wearing a chemise. That’s naughty too.”
She sighed when his hand traveled from her hips to the underside of her breast. Cupping it, he pushed upward and met her nipple with his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue brought a whimper to her lips. When he finished with one, he moved to her other breast to continue his sweet torture.
“I feel…” she said breathlessly.
“What do you feel, sweetheart?” he asked between kisses.
“I feel like how I did that one time. When you spanked me. Remember?”
He paused his ministrations to grin at her. “I’m not sure that’s something I could forget, darlin’, even if I wanted to.”
She felt her face grow warm. “Don’t make fun of me!” she said, suddenly embarrassed and feeling like she wanted to cry. She tried to squirm away but he held onto her.
“I wasn’t making fun of you, honey! I’m sorry.”
She pouted and looked away, blinking back tears.
He flicked her lower lip with his thumb. “Look at me, Lily. I’ll explain my feelings.”
Reluctantly, she shifted her gaze to his face, feeling very vulnerable lying naked next to him all aroused, while he was still fully dressed and seemed perfectly composed.
“I’m sorry I smiled about it, honey, but I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s a very good memory for me. Remembering it has often… well, made me very happy.”
“What do you mean, made you happy?” she asked, growing more curious than offended.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “How about I show you?” He stood and kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his shirt first and shrugged out of it, and then unbuttoned his trousers and shoved them to the floor. When he was fully undressed, he lay down next to her again.
She felt better then, not being the only naked one on the bed. She gazed at his body, having never seen a man fully undressed before. She reached out and touched his chest with its dark wisps of hair that matched his forearms. His warm hand covered hers and guided it down along his torso until finally it reached his manhood. She instinctively wrapped her hand around him. Squeezing brought a small moan from him, so she did it again, and he smiled devilishly at her.
“So as I was saying, sometimes I would imagine that time I spanked you and…” He took in a sharp breath when she squeezed again and brushed her thumb over the head of his cock.
He cleared his throat. “And when I imagined it, I would—Ohhh, Jesus, Lily.”
It was Lily’s turn to grin. She had never experienced anything like what she was experiencing then. By holding Jesse’s cock, she felt like she held power—power over a man. She liked the power she felt.
She rubbed him up and down and squeezed. “And you would do what, Jesse?” she prompted.