That’s why it’s called punishment
Exclusive Excerpt from In Debt to Daddy:
The Naughty Shop
Candice buries her face in my chest as I mumble an apology, though I’ve never been less sorry in my life. I scrape her clit just to feel her body jerk against mine as I pull my fingers free and wipe them on the inside of her thighs. She whimpers, and I tweak her nose in a move that makes her scowl up at me.
“Naughty girls have to walk around with sticky thighs.” I pluck a little butt plug off the shelf and hand it to her. “No putting it back. You’re going to carry everything I give you up to the counter for me, like a good girl. And do you know why?”
“Why?” Her tone is mutinous.
“Because everyone in here is going to be watching you, the girl they heard gasp through her little orgasm behind the display of nipple clamps and butt plugs—”
“I hardly orgasmed. It was a semi-orgasm, at most,” she furiously whispers.
I give her a patronizing look before continuing as if she didn’t say anything, “And they are going to see everything you bring up there and know I’m going to be doing dirty, dirty things to you with each and every one of the items you place on that counter.”
“I’m still not doing it,” she says petulantly.
“But most of all, you’re going to do as you’re told because deep down you know you messed up big time tonight, and you want to be a good girl for me.”
That makes her stiffen her spine.
Oh, yeah, I got her with that.