Daddy’s Protecting – ABC Towers Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
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“Now you can. Turn around so I can unfasten your bra.” Immediately, her embarrassment at having him see her body flooded back into her brain and completely replaced her concern over the electronic device now attached to her.

She inched around. Her protective instincts worked against her as she exposed her bottom to his view. His efficient motions removed the garment quickly. Shivering, Cynthia waited for what would come next.

“Turn around and look at me, sweetheart,” he said gently. His hands, once again at her waist, guided her around to face him. His gaze scanned her body as he caressed her side, his fingers glancing over the swell of her breasts and stopping at her hip. “You are absolutely lovely, Little girl. Are you ready for your spanking?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She’d never felt so vulnerable. Cynthia knew she’d never be able to do this with anyone else. She trusted Dirk completely.

“Over my lap then, Little girl.”

Following his guiding hands, Cynthia moved to the side and leaned over his hard thighs. Her fingers and toes barely touched the thick carpet. She clenched her thighs together, trying to prevent him from noticing that she was aroused. Jumping, she felt his hand stroke over her bottom. Cynthia forced herself to relax. She closed her eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of being under this man’s control.

The heat of his hand disappeared and she held her breath. That first smack stung and made Cynthia reflexively attempt to rear upward and off his lap. A firm arm around her shoulder blades held her in place. A second swat made her exhale in a gust. He didn’t spank her in hard, punishing strokes. The prickle and heat of each whack on her bottom built the heat and discomfort.

She kicked her legs, trying to avoid the next swat. Her thighs slid against one another, and Cynthia knew he could see her juices coating her skin. Before she could focus on that thought, the next stroke of his hand landed. Her bottom now felt fiery red.

“How did those Littles survive this?” floated through her mind as the spanking continued.

Unable to focus on anything else, Cynthia drooped over his lap. Every ounce of fight evaporated from her as she submitted completely to him. Three more swats landed on her bottom before he once again gently stroked over her skin.

“Good girl. You did very well for your first spanking. I am so proud of you.” His deep voice surrounded her, making the world feel like it had shrunk to enclose them privately. Nothing mattered but the small sphere of space around her.

Cynthia stroked down his calf, needing to touch him. She rubbed her face against the soft fabric of his pants.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he coaxed her, helping her shift onto his lap. Dirk wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her lips softly before cradling her close to his hard chest and rocking her slowly as he stroked her.

“Such a good Little girl.” He brushed the hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

When she tried to shift away from him, Dirk held her close. “Daddy needs to hold you after your spanking. Are you okay in my arms?”

“Y-Yes,” she said, stumbling over the word. Cynthia loved being close to him. She just didn’t want to impose on him. That seemed silly after he’d just spanked her bottom, but she loved that he definitely wasn’t in a rush to let her go. Melting against his chest, Cynthia relaxed and listened to the steady beat of his heart under her ear. Her eyes slowly closed without meaning to and she fell asleep in his arms.

CHAPTER 8

The room was darkening when she heard his voice again. Blinking into the light spilling inside from the hallway, Cynthia mumbled, “Is it morning yet?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to get some food in your tummy and you bathed before you sleep through the night,” he told her gently as he tugged the blanket from her naked body.

Cynthia started to cover herself and stopped when he gave her that look that took her immediately back into Little space. “Sorry.”

“You’ll learn. Let’s get you out of bed. You can wear my robe, Cindy girl. It will be like a tent on you but it’s soft and warm.” He helped her out of bed and held up the oversized garment for her to thread her arms through.

She flapped her arms, laughing at the long sleeves that extended way past her fingertips as he wrapped it around her and secured it at the waist. He chuckled and folded the fabric several times to reveal her hands. Linking his fingers with hers, Dirk held her hand. Cynthia squeezed his hand and smiled. She felt better when he was close.

A loud rumble sounded from her tummy. Cynthia slapped her hand over her stomach.


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