Daddy's Favorites: Becca
Tomboy Becca has always been the girl who caught frogs, made mud pies and climbed trees. She’s never cared for or even paid attention to boys much, unless they were tossing a ball in her direction, but when a new girl shows in up at her school during her senior year, all that changes. How does the new girl get so much attention just for wearing skimpy clothes? More
FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt’s *Daddy’s Favorites*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo daddy-daughter fantasy to life.
Tomboy Becca has always been the girl who caught frogs, made mud pies and climbed trees. She’s never cared for or even paid attention to boys much, unless they were tossing a ball in her direction, but when a new girl shows in up at her school during her senior year, all that changes. How does the new girl get so much attention just for wearing skimpy clothes? Becca discovers she does want the boys to notice her after all, and decides to find out how to make that happen. And what better place to start her experiment than at home? Because the person she wants to notice her the most just happens to be her stepfather.
“What in the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, shifting the truck into a lower gear as they rounded the corner to their street. Becca bit her lip and tried again, a futile gesture, to get her skirt to cover more flesh.
“I just wanted to see what would happen,” Becca mumbled, regretting her decision now. It had been Duncan’s attention she wanted to capture, after all, and while her mission might have been successful, it wasn’t the sort of attention she had been after.
“You’re going to find out,” he growled, pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine. “Get into the house.”
She slid out of the truck and wobbled up the driveway to the side door. She was hopeless in heels. How did her mother do this every day? Duncan was already inside, sitting at the kitchen table. His face was unreadable.
“Am I grounded?” she asked in a small voice, dropping her backpack to the floor.
“I told you what would happen if I ever caught you going out wearing something like that.”
Becca stared at him, uncomprehending, but a dawning realization came over her as Duncan stood and began unbuckling his belt.
I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down.
That’s what he had said—his exact words. Becca watched him unthread his belt, staring in disbelief as he folded the thick leather over carefully, keeping the buckle in his hand.
“Come here.” He snapped the belt and the sound made her knees weak, but she did as she was told, wavering only slightly, catching herself on the kitchen table. “Bend over.”
She blinked at him in disbelief, her face reddening, and she cooled her cheek on the surface of the table as she bent over, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. His presence filled the room, rising up behind her, although she couldn’t feel him, not physically. He hadn’t touched her.
Every muscle in her body was tense as she waited, still aghast at her position, ashamed that it had come to this. Behind her, Duncan was so quiet, it was unnerving. She glanced back, seeing his gaze on her standing bent over the table, a look on his face she’d never seen before, at least not when he looked at her.
It was pure lust.
Becca met his eyes, her own widening in amazement and a little fear. Duncan scowled, snapping the belt again, and she cried out when the first blow landed on her behind, part of the strap hitting her skirt, the other slapping hard against the exposed skin of her thigh.
“Ow!” She yelped, involuntarily shying away from him, but the next blow came fast and just as hard, this time on her other ass cheek. “Ow! Okay! I get it!”
“No.” Duncan grabbed the edge of her skirt and yanked it up hard. She gasped and the belt stung her bare ass this time. “You don’t.”
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