Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I really like these.”
“I do, too. Mermaids, candy, and kitten stickers. What shall we use them for on your chart?”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. What are the things I’m earning stickers for?”
“Let’s think about our rules we’ve discussed during our time together,” he suggested. “I’ve asked you to tell Daddy the truth, to allow me to take care of you, and to embrace everything that being Little entails. Maybe kittens for celebrating being Little?”
“Good idea, Daddy. Maybe mermaids for letting you baby and take care of me?”
“I like that. That leaves candy for telling Daddy the truth.”
“Can we start tomorrow?” she asked.
“I think we should start today. Not having candy on today’s chart will be a good punishment for lying to Daddy about lunch,” Mateo decided.
She stared at him in horror. He knew her too well. “But Daddy, I didn’t know that stickers were involved. I would have never lied if I’d known I could earn a candy on my chart.”
“You should always tell Daddy the truth regardless of whether you could lose a sticker, get a spanking, or any other consequence. We’ll start today,” he decreed before adding, “If you’re a very good girl through the weekend, I’ll add one sticker back on the chart. If you want it to be in today’s spot, that’s where it will go.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Of course, Angel. You deserve a second chance to do the right thing.”
“But just once a week?” she asked, hoping he might change his mind to give her an extra sticker every day.
“Just once a week, Little girl,” he said firmly.
“Okay, Daddy.” That one blank spot was going to bother her until she got it filled in. Nora vowed to be the best Little girl ever.
On Sunday evening when Nora got home from work, she ran to the chart on the wall of her nursery and pointed to that empty box. “Do I get my second-chance sticker now? I’ve been so good.”
“After dinner, Angel. Let’s get you changed out of your work clothes.”
He quickly removed her clothes, leaving her naked in front of him. Instead of getting her dressed, he instructed, “Hop up on the changing table. Daddy wants to make sure you’re healthy.”
“I feel good, Daddy,” she assured him as she climbed onto the small stool by the changing table. “I don’t need a diaper tonight.”
“Diapers are perfect for home, Little girl. They help you feel super Little,” he said as he helped her onto the table.
“Lie down on your side facing the decorations on the wall.”
When she was in position looking at the cute animals cavorting in front of her, he wrapped the restraining belt around her waist, pinning her in place. “Good girl.”
“Daddy, what are you going to do?” she asked as he opened the drawer under the padded top that she wasn’t ever allowed to open.
“I’m going to take your temperature,” he said as he opened a protective case, revealing a long, thick thermometer.
“That’s a mouthful,” she said, making a joke to lessen the tension building inside her.
“It’s not going in your mouth, Angel.”
She watched in horror as he opened a tube of lubricant and squeezed out a healthy portion on his index and middle fingers. When he shifted lower to rub her bottom, she tried to get away.
His hand pinned her hip steady on the padded top. “I am going to check your temperature often, Little girl. That’s how I’ll make sure you’re feeling well. Don’t risk losing a mermaid on your chart.”
She froze in place, thinking furiously. Nora didn’t want another blank hole on her chart. “And I’d lose the chance to earn back the one I missed?”
“Yes, Little girl. Try to relax. Daddy’s going to make your bottom all slippery so the thermometer glides inside.”
He caressed her bottom before lifting the top cheek to expose her small opening between them. She shivered at the feel of the cool air on her most private spot.
“Daddy…” She heard herself whine as his fingers spread the slippery gel over her entrance.
“Take a deep breath and let it out, Little girl,” he instructed quietly.
As she exhaled, he pressed his fingers into her opening. Automatically, she tightened all her muscles and tried to roll over on her back. He held her in place with a hand on her hip.
“Be good, Little girl. Keep breathing. That’s good. Try to relax your muscles. I won’t hurt you.”
“Your fingers are in my bottom, and you want me to relax?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to stare at him in disbelief.
Nora tried to push the tantalizing feelings from her mind. Now was not the time to react to his mastery and the sensations from the nerve-rich ring of muscles he was caressing. Please don’t let him notice that I’m getting wet.
“My fingers will leave your bottom as soon as you allow me to lubricate you. Cooperating will earn you the reward you seek.”