Bad Cupcakes (Little Cakes #20) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Series: Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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Daddy glanced at her as he held up the pacifier. “What happens to naughty girls who use bad words?”

“They get their mouth washed out with soap,” she murmured.

“Open up.”

She winced as she let him put the yucky nipple in her mouth. She nearly gagged before she got herself under control and then started sucking. The sooner she got all the icky soap taste off her paci, the sooner she would be able to move on from that punishment.

“Lie back, Panda. On your side. Facing the wall.”

She reclined, wishing he would give her at least a shirt, but she knew he wouldn’t. He liked to be able to see her tummy as he filled it with cleanser. Plus, he liked to stroke her nipples to take her mind off the enema.

She doubted he would be inclined to play with her nipples today though. Not during a punishment enema. Or worse. Maybe he would, without giving her release.

There was only one way to find out. She wanted to get this over with. She knew she deserved this kind of discipline and probably more. It had been a while since she’d misbehaved as much as she had yesterday.

Cussing was uncharacteristic of her these days. She’d learned to curb the urge to use her potty mouth after numerous trips to the bathroom to hold a bar of soap in her mouth.

“Good girl. Relax your bottom, Little one.”

She took a deep breath and let it out while Daddy slid the tube into her tight hole and pushed it several inches into her until the thick bulb that would hold it in place pressed her anal muscles excruciatingly wide.

That part wasn’t pleasant, but as soon as it lodged into its intended location, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I’m going to start the water flowing now. It’s going to be more than you’ve ever taken before. You will hold it longer without complaint. And it’s not warmed up. If you start cramping, let Daddy know and I’ll slow down the flow.”

Daddy pressed a baby rattle into her hand, wrapping her fingers around it. “Shake this if you need me to adjust the speed.”

She gripped it with all her might, wanting to ensure she didn’t accidentally drop it on the floor.

She whimpered as the flow began. It was cool. Unpleasant. He’d been right. Usually he warmed the water more. This wasn’t going to feel so good.

She sucked harder on the pacifier. The soap taste was almost gone but hard to get rid of entirely.

She squeezed her eyes closed, wincing every time a cramp overtook her tummy.

Daddy watched closely, stopping and restarting the flow from watching her face. She didn’t need the baby rattle. It seemed to take forever to empty the bag, but eventually, it was over. “There.” Daddy declared. “I know your tummy feels fuller than usual, but I want you to embrace the discomfort and think about your naughty choices. When I decide you’re ready, I will let you empty your bowels. If you complain, that time frame will grow. Understood?”

She nodded eagerly and suckled harder.

Daddy rubbed her distended tummy for a long time. “You’re doing so well, Panda. I’m proud of you. A little bit longer.”

She hated how he didn’t give her any specifics on how long. On top of that, he let his fingers stroke the undersides of her breasts without ever touching her where she really needed it.

She eventually embraced the slight pain. Her head had stopped hurting, and she felt clearer and truly sorry for her poor choices.

By the time Daddy carried her to the bathroom to set her on the toilet and removed the plug from her bottom, she was sobbing from the relief, both the physical and the emotional.

He pulled out the pacifier and squatted in front of her, staying right with her while she emptied her bowels.

She shivered and sobbed. “I’m sorry for being naughty, Daddy.”

“I know you are, Little one. All is forgiven.”

“I love you,” she exclaimed through the tears. She was such a mess sitting here on the potty emptying everything from her bladder and her bottom with her nose running and tears streaming down her face.

But part of being Little was letting her Daddy see her at her most vulnerable. He certainly had in the past twenty-four hours.

“I love you too, Panda Bear. So much. And I’m so proud of you. Are you done? Can Daddy clean you up now?”

She nodded. “Could I take a nap now?” Riley asked, feeling exhausted.

“I think that’s exactly what you need.”

“Will you rock me to sleep?”

He kissed her forehead. “Of course, Little one. I’d love to.”

Chapter Eight

“This is awful. It usually sparkles when we leave.” Ellie said, horrified when Garrett ushered her through the back door of Little Cakes later that afternoon.

It was obvious that nothing had been done to close the store other than turning off the ovens. Dishes and cupcake tins were stacked at the dishwasher. Even the bins were overflowing with trash. She never left it in this shape.


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