Healing (General's Daughter Book 5) by Breanna Hayse Read Free Book Online

many times have I told you not to go swimming naked?”
    “I dunno.”
    “I see. And how many times have I told you not to take off without asking me?”
    “A few, Daddy.” She pretended to look remorseful.
    He popped her backside with a smack. “Get upstairs and hose off. You and I are going to have a long talk after dinner.”
    Sam ran upstairs, still naked, and hiding the grin on her face. She rinsed off in the shower outside and wrapped a towel around her body, waiting for Rich to join her.
    “You are in so much trouble, little girl. Do you call that appropriate clothing? Go put something on.”
    “But I’m comfortable,” she whined.
    Rich frowned, lifting her towel and spanking her wet bottom three times as he held her up with one arm. She shrieked, trying to protect herself. “Do as I tell you. Now!”
    She ran upstairs, rubbing her bottom. Was he supposed to actually hurt her when they played? She slipped on a tee shirt and panties, and then thoughtfully added a pair of shorts.
    Rich sat her down to eat dinner, watching her with amusement as she submerged herself in the role of brat. But then, the only difference was who played her daddy, as well as the blatant defiance. She would never dare that with either of her parents.
    “Eat your dinner, young lady. I am so disappointed in you.”
    “Get over it, Daddy. I know how to swim.”
    “You’re really pushing me, aren’t you? How dare you speak to me with that tone of voice?” Rich answered.
    She shrugged. “You don’t scare me. You need to stop treating me like I’m a kid.”
    “We’ll see about that. Are you done? Go stand in that corner, now.”
    “No.” She defied him.
    For a moment, Rich felt a flash of anger, then reminded himself that they were playing. He also knew that she would never speak to her real father in that manner. “I will be right back. If you are not in that corner, you will have a serious price to pay,” Rich commanded, turning to go upstairs and get dressed. He put on jeans, a polo shirt, sneakers and his leather belt. It would be needed tonight, for sure.
    He came down and, sure enough, she was on the couch, watching TV. “I told you to do something, young lady!” he bellowed.
    Sam gulped, reminding herself that they were playing. He was scary, though. She wouldn’t want to meet him in that mode for real. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m 18!” she shouted.
    Rich stormed over to her, pulled her up and forced her to face him. “I can and will tell you what to do. I’m your father, you will show me respect,” he said into her face, softening his hold on her arm.
    She tried not to look scared, but his acting abilities were too convincing. “Let me go!”
    “I will not let you go. You are going to get a good bare bottomed spanking for acting like a little, spoiled brat!” he informed her, placing her easily across his knees. He slowly pulled her shorts and panties down to expose her still red bottom pecked with some bruises.
    “You can’t do this!” She kicked, squirmed and fought to be released.
    He held her tightly and moved his knee so her bottom was high in the air. “You are a very bad little girl,” he scolded as he started to spank her. “Very naughty and very disrespectful. I don’t know what to do with you anymore.”
    He spanked her harder, measuring her reaction with how far he could go. She started to whimper, but still called him names – things that would never dare come out of her mouth if she were in real trouble. “I can’t believe the rude things coming from your mouth. You were raised better than this. Must I take of my belt?”
    “Fuck you,” she hissed, giving him permission. He held her tightly, unbuckling the belt and slipping it from his jeans. She kicked and struggled more, pushing her bottom high in the air to make a better target. Rich grinned. His little pain slut.
    “You’re a bad, bad girl. Needing a spanking because you’re so disrespectful. Shame on you.” He