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)
“Until my hand hurts.”
Lark dropped her chin and crawled over his lap. She felt him pull her nightgown up to bare her from the waist down and shivered at the rush of air over her skin. Knowing what came next, she dropped her head down.
“What did you do wrong, Kitten?”
“I didn’t tell Daddy where I was. I didn’t answer my phone, and I got drunk,” she whispered. It sounded terrible when she said it out loud. “I’m sorry.”
The first swat landed, and she froze on his lap. It was followed quickly by more that peppered over her skin. The sting soon morphed into a burning sensation that made her wiggle over his hard thighs. Those drinks had been good, but not worth this. She vowed always to remember to call her Daddy and to turn on the ringer, so she’d hear his calls.
“Ouch!” slipped from her lips when he spanked the sensitive crease between her thigh and buttock.
“Have you learned a lesson?” Wyatt asked, continuing her punishment.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
When his hand smoothed softly over her punished skin, Lark hissed at the sensation. She wouldn’t forget this punishment for a long time. A flashback to laughing with her friends popped back into her mind. Lark tried to be angry with them because she’d gotten in trouble but knew it was all her fault. Plus, there was a good chance all of them were in a similar predicament today. She’d bet punishments were being doled out all over town.
She clung to his neck when her Daddy lifted her to sit on his lap. Resting her face against his broad chest, she cried until her tears were all gone. Wyatt wiped her face dry and continued to rock her gently, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
“Do you forgive me, Daddy?”
“I forgave you the minute you said you were sorry. The spanking was for you. Do you feel better?”
“My bottom hurts,” she whispered.
“Of course it does. How do your mind and heart feel?”
She thought about it for several seconds before admitting, “Better.”
His kiss against her temple was tender. “I love you, Kitten.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Chapter Four
Tori groaned as she reached up a hand to rub her throbbing forehead. Why did it hurt so badly?
When she blinked her eyes open, she realized she was not in the big bed with her Daddy. She was in her nursery crib. The sides were up and the mattress was low.
Sometimes she napped in there during the day, but not usually at night. Daddy liked her tucked in with him at night. She frowned as memories from last night flooded back.
She’d gone to Little Cakes after her bad day. She winced at the memory of splashing brown water all over her face and wondered if Evan had called a plumber.
Oh. More memories surfaced. Daisy’s broken flowers. Lark’s ruined skirt. Riley and Ellie covered in cupcake batter… She was probably forgetting a few things. It got hazy in her head. She remembered needing to pee and waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom. But no one was in the bathroom, and she’d ended up vomiting instead as soon as she’d stepped inside.
She had no idea what happened after that. Shoot.
When she started to call out to Daddy, she couldn’t get her mouth to work and realized she had her pacifier. She pulled it out. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t speak.
She didn’t need to though. Her Daddy was all-knowing. He showed up at her side quickly.
“How are you feeling, naughty girl?” he asked as he lowered the side of her crib and set his palm between her legs.
She wasn’t surprised he’d diapered her, but she flushed anyway. It was hard for her to accept her younger side on days when Daddy told her she needed a Baby day.
Her cheeks heated as he squeezed the front of her diaper. It was saturated. She must have really been out of it during the night.
Daddy was smiling warmly at her, but she suspected she was in deep doggy doodoo.
“Not good, Daddy,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.”
He chuckled. “That’s an understatement, but I’m more concerned about what you told me in the bathroom.” He lifted a brow.
Tori licked her dry lips, trying to remember.
He slid his hand to her belly and pressed against her bladder next, encouraging her to fully empty it.
She squirmed as she added to her diaper. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what she’d said in the bathroom.
Daddy scooped her up and carried her to the changing table. After securing her wrists above her head and adding restraints across her body in two other places, he stroked her hair out of her face.
“Can’t remember, Curly?”
“No, Sir,” she murmured. Her temples were pounding, but she couldn’t lift her arms to rub them with the cuffs on each wrist.