Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
She blew her nose, blushing slightly.
How embarrassing.
“I’m sorry that your first real punishment had to be so harsh. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. And how much you scared me. But most of all, how much I love you.”
“If the pain in my butt is any indication of how much you love me . . . then you love me a lot.”
“I do, baby girl. I really do.” Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her lightly. “And I’m sorry that your dad has let you down yet again, but I won’t ever do that. I’m right here. I’m going to look after you, be here for you, no matter what.”
She nodded and snuggled into his chest.
“How about we spend the rest of the day snuggled up on the couch and watching Christmas movies? There’s a storm coming, and that sounds like a good way to spend the evening, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, it sounds perfect. Well, except for the fact I don’t actually want to sit.”
He grinned at her as he stood with her in his arms. “That’s what happens when you get your butt roasted, Little girl.”
She pouted. “Can’t you wave a magic wand and make it all better, Daddy?”
“Hmm, even if I could, I wouldn’t. Because you deserve this punishment.”
A sigh escaped her. “Fine, Daddy.”
He took her into the bathroom and set her down by the toilet.
“Um, Daddy? What are you doing?” she asked as he crouched in front of her.
Then he was drawing down her panties.
“Daddy!” she cried, covering up her pussy with both hands.
He drew them gently away. “Why are you hiding yourself? You do remember that I’ve had my mouth on your pussy lots of times, right?”
“Yes, but . . . but . . . you’ve never done this before! I can’t go with you here.”
“I’m just taking care of my girl. I need this after seeing her nearly break her neck.”
Oh, sheesh.
When he put it like that, then she could hardly complain. Could she?
However, she still didn’t think she could pee.
“Do you need something to help you go?”
She shifted around on the toilet. She couldn’t tell him about the pee song, right?
“Bebe?” he asked gently. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“Sometimes when I can’t pee, I have to sing the pee song.”
“What’s the pee song? Can you sing it for me?”
“Um, I guess.”
She could feel herself blushing, but she cleared her throat.
“Do you have to pee?
When you’re sitting in a tree?
Or when you’re on the bus
In a big rush?
Do you have to pee while drinking tea?
Or watching a buzzing honey bee?
Pee, pee, pee,
Do you have to pee?”
As she sang, she started to go.
“Good girl, baby,” he told her, soothingly. “Such a good job.”
Dear. Lord.
After he helped her clean up, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he’d laid out her squirrel onesie. Lying her on top of it, he took off her bra and top, then put the onesie on her.
“Cute as a button.” Leaning over her, he kissed her nose. Then he grabbed her pacifier and Nutters. He plopped the pacifier in her mouth before handing her Nutters.
Then he carried her back into the living room as a boom of thunder sounded. She squealed.
“You’re not scared of the thunder are you, baby? You know it’s just the gods farting, right?”
She had to giggle at that thought.
He laid her on the sofa with a blanket and set up a movie. Then he went into the kitchen to get some popcorn. She watched him move around the kitchen.
Her bottom was still throbbing. And she was still heartbroken about her father.
But she had a squirrel onesie on, Nutters, Christmas movies, popcorn, and Corbin.
So what else did she really need?
47
“Hey, baby, can you come in here?”
A week had passed since her big spanking after riding Popcorn bareback. She’d worked up the courage to confront her father two nights ago.
And had been devastated to learn that he’d taken her mother back. He’d told Bebe that her mother swore she’d change. That she wouldn’t produce any more reality shows.
That she’d try to be a better mother.
But it was all over for Bebe. As far as she was concerned, she had no parents. Corbin had held her the whole night as she’d vacillated between tears and anger.
However, to her surprise, she’d actually woken up feeling lighter the following morning. As though cutting ties completely had lifted a weight off her shoulders.
Corbin’s family had been demanding to meet her, and they were going to visit them for Christmas. They’d head there the day before Christmas Eve and stay a week before coming back to the Ranch for New Year’s Eve. She was so nervous even though he reassured her that his mom and two sisters would love her.
Bebe walked into the living room to find Corbin sitting on the sofa. He had a number of images laid out on the coffee table.