Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Can I get down to go potty, Daddy?” She would never dream of removing the straps without permission, but after all that juice, she needed to go. Plus she was hoping he would remove the restraints sooner rather than later. Every movement brought attention to her clit. She certainly didn’t have permission to pleasure herself.
Tarson unfastened her booster chair and allowed her to scurry to the bathroom. When she returned, the booster chair looked much different.
“What’s that?”
“That’s your reminder to make better choices.”
“You’re going to make me come so many times, I promise to be good?” she asked skeptically, looking at the vibrator now attached to the front of the booster chair.
“Watch your attitude. You’re in enough trouble without adding to it.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” Daisy swallowed hard and told herself to think before she spoke.
“To answer your question, no, Little girl. Orgasms are definitely not what you are going to get. Up in your seat,” he instructed.
When she hesitated, he lifted a brow. What was he talking about? No orgasms with the vibrator?
Following his directions, she inhaled deeply and let him help her into the seat. She should count her blessings. His punishment could have been worse.
At the first buzz, Daisy bit her lip. Completely distracted, she tried to press herself more firmly against the device. Just when she thought she would come, it went silent.
“What?” Her gaze flew to Tarson.
“Naughty Little girls don’t get rewarded. Don’t forget. Write your apologies,” Tarson prompted.
When she picked up her pencils to choose the first color, Daddy smiled at her. “Good girl.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you, Daisy.”
Daisy wrote the first few words and the device came to life. Her colored pencil flew across the page, marring her words. “Oh, no!”
Tarson tugged that page away and crumpled it into a ball. “Try again, Daisy. You want your letters to be perfect.”
She looked up at him and swallowed as the vibrator quieted again. Now she understood the punishment he had chosen for her.
“Can I write short letters?” she asked.
“Of course, Daisy.”
“And I can come tomorrow?”
“After everything is cleaned up at the store, I’ll reward my good Little girl. I love you, Daisy.”
“I love you too, Daddy. I won’t forget this lesson,” she assured him.
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
Chapter Six
“Are those real, Daddy?” Sue asked as Davis leaned over her, handcuffs dangling from his finger.
“Yep.”
She gasped. “Where did you get them? And, uh, what are you planning to do?”
“Wyatt loaned them to me.”
She squirmed. He wasn’t kidding. They really were real handcuffs. She squirmed some more as he lifted her wrist over her head and cuffed it. A second later, she tipped her head back to watch as he threaded the second cuff through one of the slats in the headboard before snapping her other wrist securely.
Sue bit her lip hard. Restraints always made her horny, and even with a hangover, her pussy grew wet. “Daddy…” she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how wet her panties were.
She’d only been awake a few seconds before he’d come into the room holding up the cuffs. Now she was far more alert. She was also aware of her bladder. It wasn’t surprising that she needed to pee considering how much water he’d made her drink last night before letting her go to sleep.
“Why are you cuffing me to the bed, Daddy?” she asked, her voice quivering. She wondered how much trouble she was in for her antics with the other girls last night.
“It was your idea, Cherry.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He chuckled. “You were practically begging Wyatt to handcuff you last night. Don’t you remember?”
She shook her head and then stopped abruptly as her memory flooded in. “Oh…” She had done that. “I was just being silly, Daddy.”
He tapped her nose before picking up something she didn’t recognize and reaching for her hand. “You were drunk, Cherry.”
That was also true.
“It’s okay for a Little girl to have a drink now and then with her Daddy’s permission, but do you think Daddy approves of how much you imbibed last night?”
“No, Sir,” she murmured, feeling chagrined as she tipped her head back to see what her Daddy was doing. “What’s that?”
“Mittens,” he declared as he tugged the first one over her fingers, trapping them tightly before tucking the soft material under the cuffs at her wrists. “They will keep your wrists from rubbing against the cuffs you were so eager to wear.”
She swallowed. She had brought this on herself. But how long was he going to leave her like this? She really needed to pee, and the urgency was growing now that he’d clearly restrained her with no intention of letting her get up anytime soon.
Daddy moved down her body, pushed her nightgown up above her breasts, and thumbed her nipples until she arched and moaned. “Daddy…”