Walking out of her first day of evening classes, she watched the reaction of the other grad students. They hesitated to walk through the mass of tattooed bikers stationed in a group in the parking lot. She moved forward with confidence. Waving at everyone, she wrapped her arms around the handsomest one of all. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, Little girl. How did your first day go?”
“Great. They’re all scared of you,” she whispered.
“I can live with that. Can you?” he asked bluntly, without any sugar coating.
“I won’t tell,” she promised, smiling up at him.
“Good girl. Ready to go home?”
“Yes, please,” she answered politely as she exchanged her book bag for her helmet. She’d decorated it with a sticker bearing the emblem of a rough-looking teddy bear. Ivy was one of them now.
“What are we doing tonight?”
“I’m putting together a set of pipes we have a rush order for. You, my Little grad student, have a lot of homework to do.”
“I have all week to finish it,” she protested. When he looked at her sternly, she changed her tune. “Okay. I can work on it for a while,” she agreed.
“That’s my good girl.”
Ivy leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do I get a reward if I finish all my work?”
“Of course, my sweet Emerald Eyes. Let’s get you on the bike.” Steele brushed away her fingers and fastened the chin strap. As he straddled the bike to hold it steady for her, all the other club members fired up their engines.
Ivy noticed several class members lingering in the area. She knew that she’d have questions to answer the following class session. That was okay. The Shadowridge Guardians had done so much for her, she considered it her personal contribution to the group to give them a hint of professionalism. They didn’t need it, of course, but she was determined people should see them as she did. Men who loved hard and protected those they cherished. She couldn’t be prouder of her Daddy.
Hugging Steele as they eased into the traffic with the other members of the Guardians, Ivy savored the feel of his hard body against her. When they turned the first right corner, she felt something poke into her leg. Looking down at his saddlebags, Ivy noticed a wooden handle poking out of the secured flap.
When she reached down to touch it at the next stoplight, Steele’s hand grasped hers and tugged it back to his waist. Ivy leaned forward to talk.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“A present.”
“A present for me?”
“For both of us, actually,” he answered as he glided forward, heeding the green light.
Knowing her voice would have to battle the wind now, she waited for the next time they stopped to ask more questions. As they yielded to get on the highway, she took advantage of the chance.
“Who’s going to like it better?”
“I can’t even hazard a guess, Little girl.”
She pondered on that for the entire trip home. How could he not know who would like the gift more? And if it were a present for her, how could it be one for him as well?
By the time they rolled into the Guardians’ complex, she was very eager to see what he had brought for them. As always, the men stayed on their bikes until she was safely up by the building. Then they parked their cycles, joking as they always did. She ran back to his side when Steele gave her permission to join him once again.
“Can I see it?” she asked.
“Let’s get your helmet off,” Steele stated firmly.
Ivy was almost dancing by the time he started to lift the protective device from her head. With a sighed gust of impatience, she ripped it off quickly and then yelped as the buckle got tangled in her hair.
“Little girl,” he warned as he carefully freed her without ripping the hair from her scalp.
By the time he finished, they were alone. Steele stowed her helmet with his and finally opened the saddlebag to pull the mysterious present out.
“A paddle?” she asked loudly. Then clapped a hand over her mouth as she looked around to make sure no one had overheard her. Thank goodness!
“I think your head feels well enough for you to finally get that spanking I promised you.”
“I don’t think I need a spanking, Daddy. I’ve been so good.”
Steele just looked at her and held out his hand for hers.
“Can you at least hide it as we walk through crowd inside? They’re all going to know,” she pleaded.
“Who do you think helped me pick it out?”
“Daddy!” She looked at him, horrified.
Relenting, Steele whisked it behind his back and slid it into the back of his jeans. He extended his hand once again for hers.
With another sigh, Ivy linked her fingers with his. They were all going to know. They’d know anyway. The walls weren’t completely soundproofed.
“Come on, Little girl. Let’s go enjoy your present. Trust your Daddy.”
With each step she took, Ivy felt the zings of arousal gathering inside her. Steele never took control without making sure she enjoyed it. His treatment might be embarrassing, but he always made sure her body loved it.
What would he do this time? The stinging swats he’d landed on her bottom as a warning always made her feel funny inside—like she wanted to feel more. How much more could there be to having a red bottom that hurt to sit on?
His hand squeezed hers, and she looked up to meet his dark eyes. Slowly, she forced her shoulders to relax back into place. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart and mind. He’d saved her from enormous threats to harm her and from the loneliness that had filled her life before.
Ivy tugged her hand from his and latched on to his cut, holding on like she had when he’d first rescued her. His hand folded around hers and he squeezed lightly. He always understood her.
When they got to his apartment, Ivy walked slowly to the bedroom and stood quietly as he undressed her. He said nothing about her damp panties from the ride home and the anticipation of her spanking. When she was completely naked, he ran his hands down her body as his gaze devoured her.
“You are so beautiful, Ivy. I am a very lucky man.”
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“Yes?” he asked, thinking she wanted to ask a question.
“You’re not just a man. You’re a lucky Daddy. That’s even more special.”
“It is, Emerald Eyes. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said in a wavering voice she couldn’t control.
Steele folded a plump pillow in half and placed it on the edge of the bed. Turning, he lifted her and draped her over the cushion on her tummy, presenting her bottom to his view. He stroked over her soft skin.
“Little girls need spankings sometimes to feel—to know who they belong to and who is important in their lives. You are the most precious part of my life, Ivy.”
She held her breath and felt the whoosh of air as the paddle moved. Heat filled her senses, and she bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t describe that impact with the word sting like his swats. Before she could worry about classifying it, the paddle landed again. Ivy wiggled as a new section of skin warmed. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her arousal flood from her body.
Repeatedly, he deliberately placed the wooden paddle on her upper thighs and across the rounded curve of her bottom. She wiggled, not trying to evade the tantalizing punishment but in anticipation of where it would land next. Her fingers curled into the soft comforter on the bed for support and to stay in position as he coached her with gentle words that soothed her mind.
When the paddle landed on the bed next to her, she jerked up. He wasn’t done, was he? To her delight, he ripped open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a Kelly-green condom. Within seconds, he thrust himself inside her. The feel of his fingers gripping her punished thighs as he held her legs apart and in place added one more layer of sensation. Unable to resist for long, Ivy screamed into the mattress as her body locked around his thick cock, filling her over and over.
“You almost done, Little girl?” Steele asked her two hours later as he cleaned up his tools. He’d skillfully welded the job together that he’d promised to finish that night as she’d worked quietly on the crash bed behind his workspace.
“Yes, Daddy. I just finished the last question.”
Ivy shifted carefully on her hot bottom. The lingering effects of his punishment had definitely kept her focused on the tasks she needed to complete for the professor. She’d never admit that to Steele or he’d decide to make it a routine. Or maybe she would, Ivy thought as she slid her laptop back into her bag.
“You’re going to have to tell me what that look means,” Steele commented.
“Oh, no, Daddy. Bank business. I can’t tell you everything.”
“We’ll see about that. Time for bed, Little girl.”
Because of the late hour, he sped her through the shower and into bed with great efficiency. Ivy cuddled on the pillow with Lucky as she watched him turn on her nightlight. She reached back to rub her bottom and felt the cream he’d used to soothe her irritated skin.
“You take good care of me, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I try, Little girl. Want to work on cleaning out your house tomorrow?”
“Please. I don’t need most of that stuff. I’m happier here with you,” she confided in him as he slid into bed and pulled her to his side.
“I’m happier with you here, too, Little girl. Love you.”
“I love you, too,” she answered before yawning widely.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
His lips pressed against her forehead, and she relaxed fully in his arms. Ivy might have named her bear Lucky, but she knew she was even more fortunate.
For some reason, Remi and Carlee popped into her mind. Ivy sent the two other Littles some of her extra luck mentally. They needed to find their Daddies, too.