Chapter 15 Kelsey
In the living room, the quiet hum of the afternoon was starting to settle. Harrison had been scrolling through his phone for a few minutes, but his posture had shifted from relaxed to professional. He looked down at Kelsey, who was still curled up near him, and then at the clock.
"I have to get some things done for the club," he said, his voice dropping into that steady, grounded tone.
He stood up, but he didn't leave her behind.
Instead, he reached down and took her hand in his, his large palm engulfing hers.
"Come with me to the office, sweetheart.
You can scroll through your phone there while I work. "
Kelsey let him pull her up, her bare feet silent on the dark wood floors as he led her down the long hallway. She was still wrapped in the charcoal button-up that had become her second skin, the oversized fabric swishing against her thighs as she kept pace with his long, certain strides.
He opened the heavy double doors and pulled her gently inside, the click of the latch behind them sounding final.
The afternoon light struggled to penetrate the heavy, deep navy velvet curtains, leaving the room in a state of expensive, amber-hued gloom.
It was a space that smelled of high-end bourbon, aged leather, and the sharp, clean scent of Harrison’s cedar-wood cologne.
It felt sterile and commanding—the place where the man who held her became the man who ran the most exclusive club on the coast.
"Sit on the sofa and stay occupied for a bit," Harrison said, gesturing to the leather couch against the wall as he moved behind his massive ebony desk. "I need to finish these schedules before we head to Oasis at five."
Kelsey obeyed, sinking into the soft leather of the sofa and pulling her legs up under the oversized shirt.
She pulled her phone from the pocket and began to scroll, the blue light of the screen reflecting in her eyes.
But as the minutes ticked by and the only sound in the room was the rhythmic tap of Harrison’s fingers on his keyboard, a restless, prickly energy began to churn in her gut.
She felt invisible. Just an hour ago, she’d been the center of his world, and now she was just a fixture in the room.
That bratty impulse—the need to know if his authority remained just as firm when he was in "boss" mode—started to win out.
She wanted to see if the Daddy who had been so tender that morning was the same man who had promised consequences for a bad attitude.
She stopped scrolling, the silence of the room suddenly feeling like a cage.
She was tucked into the corner of the heavy leather sofa, her legs pulled up under the hem of Harrison's charcoal shirt. Across the room, Harrison’s eyes remained fixed on his computer screen, his mind miles away at the club.
The need for his attention—any kind of attention—flared up, hot and reckless.
She didn't just speak; she let her phone slide from her hand, watching it bounce once on the leather cushion before she stood up. The movement was slow and deliberate, designed to draw his eye.
"I’m bored, Harrison," she said, her voice airy and intentionally provocative as she began to wander toward the glass doors leading to the garden. "This room is depressing, and I’m tired of just sitting here. I think I’d rather go for a walk.
The fresh air will be better than staying in here while you're busy. "
She reached for the handle, her fingers hovering over the latch—a clear, deliberate violation of his order to stay put. She wasn't just telling him she was leaving; she was showing him she didn't think he had the right to stop her.
"Little girl."
His voice wasn't loud, but it had the weight of a closing vault door.
She froze, her hand still inches from the handle. She slowly turned her head, offering him a small, defiant tilt of her chin. "What, Harrison? I'm just going to the garden. You said you had work to do, and I'm not in the mood to wait around anymore."
Harrison stood up and began to walk toward her, his presence expanding until it seemed to swallow the light in the room. He didn't stop until he was just inches away, forcing her to crane her neck to look at him.
"First of all," Harrison said, his voice dropping into that low, terrifyingly calm rumble. "You don't leave this house without my permission. And second... what did you just call me?"
Kelsey’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she didn't back down. "I called you Harrison. That’s your name, isn’t it? I didn't realize I needed a hall pass to step outside."
"We had a conversation about your manners this morning," he said as his shadow swallowed her.
He didn't flinch. He simply reached out, his hand settling firmly on the back of her neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin behind her ear.
He didn't lead her back across the room; he simply turned her away from the glass door and toward the end of the leather sofa they had been sharing just moments before.
"You’re testing me, Kelsey," he said, his voice a low, terrifyingly calm rumble as he stood over her. "You’re pushing to find where the line is. Well, you just found it."
He didn't wait for a response. He sat down heavily on the arm of the sofa and pulled her into his space, his grip on her neck shifting to guide her down. He patted his thigh with a sharp, echoing smack.
"Over my knee," he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "Right now."
The reality of the command made Kelsey’s stomach drop. The defiant tilt of her chin vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp spike of fear. "Daddy, please... I was just—"
"Don't," he warned softly, the single word carrying more weight than a shout. "You made your choice, and now it’s time for the consequence. Over my knee. Don’t make me tell you again."
She moved on shaky legs, her face burning. She draped herself across his hard thighs, the fabric of his slacks rough against her skin. The position was inherently humiliating, leaving her blonde hair spilling over his knees toward the floor.
"You're going to learn that my word is law," Harrison murmured.
He didn't waste time. He gathered the hem of the charcoal shirt and hiked it up to her waist. The cool air of the office hit her bare skin, and she let out a small, mortified whimper.
Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down to her knees, leaving her completely exposed.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! I'll be good!" she gasped.
"I know you will be," he replied firmly. "But first, you're going to feel exactly what happens when you push me."
The first strike landed with a sharp, echoing crack.
Kelsey cried out, her body jerking. The sting was immediate, a white-hot flash of pain.
Crack.
"That's for the 'Harrison,'" he said, his tone rhythmic and cold.
Crack.
"That's for the attitude."
Crack.
The hand spanking was relentless. Harrison wasn't swinging with rage; he was swinging with a calm, measured precision.
His large, heavy palm landed squarely on her soft skin, the sound of the impacts filling the office.
Kelsey began to sob, the tears hot and fast as she realized he wasn't going to let up just because she was crying.
"Please, Daddy! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she wailed, her legs kicking weakly against his shins.
"I know you're sorry now," he murmured, the words underscored by the steady thwack of his hand. "But you need to remember this feeling the next time you think about pushing me. Do you understand, Kelsey?"
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The pain built into a steady, throbbing fire. Kelsey felt completely broken open, her pride and her defiance melting away under the weight of his hand. She hated the sting, but underneath it was a terrifying sense of relief. He was holding the line. He wasn't letting her fall.
"I learned! I learned my lesson! Please stop, Daddy!"
Harrison delivered several more sharp, stinging strikes that left her bottom a glowing, vibrant red. He finally let his hand rest on the heat of her skin, his palm a heavy, possessive seal. Kelsey lay there, her breath coming in jagged, gasping sobs.
"Are you done being a brat?" he asked, his voice low and steady against her ear.
"Yes, Daddy," she choked out, her answer barely audible through the force of her sobbing. She didn't have the strength to say anything else, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the lesson as she burrowed her wet face deeper into his shoulder.
Harrison sighed, the hardness leaving his posture. He pulled her panties back up and smoothed the shirt down over her, then he reached under her and pulled her up into his arms. He leaned back against the sofa cushions, cradling her against his chest as she continued to weep into his neck.
"Shhh, I've got you," he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles into her back. "It’s over now. You're my good girl again. All is forgiven."
Kelsey clung to him, her fingers clutching his white shirt with a desperate strength. The office no longer felt cold or intimidating; it felt like a sanctuary. He had shown her exactly where the boundaries were, and in doing so, he had made her feel more secure than she ever had on her own.
"I'll be good, Daddy," she sniveled against his skin, her breath hitching in a long, shaky sob. "I'll be so good."
"I know you will," he said, kissing her temple and holding her tighter.