Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Before she could change her mind, Aspen dressed in the soft flannel. Returning to her closet, she stepped into her pink fuzzy slippers. Each step was like walking on a squishy cloud—so much better than her dress shoes. Stomping the cushions playfully, Aspen walked to the bathroom, washed her makeup from her face, and pulled her hair into a messy bun on the back of her head. After brushing her teeth, she used the toilet and headed for the door.
Halfway down the hallway, she remembered that she’d forgotten her phone but decided not to go back for it. She didn’t have anyone she wanted to call.
Arriving at 718, Aspen hesitated before knocking on the door. When the door opened, she stared at the man silhouetted inside. Tim stood framed in the doorway. His shirt was unbuttoned and pulled from his waistband, revealing his toned torso. Her gaze traced every muscled groove leading downward.
“Aspen?” he asked quietly.
“Yes. It’s me. Sorry!” she apologized, trying to tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
“Come in, Little girl.”
Tim stepped back and ushered her inside. His hand pressed on the small of her back. “I like these. They’re so soft. Good choice. Take a seat on the sofa. I’ll be right back,” he promised.
With her settled, Tim walked toward the bedroom, pulling the shirt off as he walked. Aspen stared openly. He wouldn’t know. She could look. Easing to the edge of the couch, she peeked around the corner and saw the flash of his belt as he tugged it free from his trousers. His body was hidden from her view by the angle of the wall.
Cautiously, she stood and moved closer. Boston rose from his dog bed at the side of the room and approached. Aspen tried to get him to be quiet, but the tags on his collar clicked together, drawing Tim’s attention.
“Boston? What’s wrong?” Tim appeared in the doorway wearing only a pair of body-hugging briefs. The dog immediately reported to his side and pressed against him before stepping forward toward her.
His gaze focused on her. “Aspen?”
“Sorry. I dropped something and moved to retrieve it. That must have disturbed Boston. I’ll go sit down,” she promised.
“Were you being naughty and trying to watch me change my clothes?” he asked.
Unable to lie to him, she nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yes. I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?” she asked, mortified to have been caught.
“No. But you have earned a punishment. Come stand in the corner of my room.”
Tim held a hand out for her and bravely, she walked forward to take it. His hand squeezed her reassuringly as he led her to the corner next to his bed. “Press your forehead against the paint, Little girl. Perhaps I need to get a bell to put around your neck. Then I’ll know what you’re up to.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“I know you can be good, Aspen.”
Stepping away, he left her staring at the white wall. She could hear the rustle of him moving and had to steel herself not to look. Finally, when she almost couldn’t stand it, he traced his fingers lightly down her arm to intertwine his fingers with hers.
“Let’s go sit down in the living room,” he suggested.
Eagerly, she followed him out of the corner and back to the sofa where he’d left her. She devoured his casually dressed form in athletic pants and a snug T-shirt. When he sat down, she perched gingerly on the edge of the cushion.
“Was standing in the corner my punishment?” she asked nervously.
“No, Aspen. Now will be your punishment. What did you do wrong?”
“I took advantage of you not being able to see and I tried to watch you change clothes,” she confessed in a rush of words.
“And what else?”
“Mmm! I looked at you?”
“Yes, I understand that, but what excuse did you use when you were caught?” He helped her walk through the process.
“I told you I’d dropped something. That wasn’t true.”
“So, you lied to Daddy?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What do you think was the worst infraction? Staring at Daddy’s body or lying to him?”
Aspen stared at him, unable to decide which would get her in more trouble. “Both,” she admitted.
“Correct. I understand your curiosity about me. You thought that because I couldn’t see well, you wouldn’t get caught.”
“I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?”
“No. Come stand between my legs, Aspen,” Tim instructed, pointing to a spot between his outspread thighs. With a hand on her hips, he steadied her.
“What kind of punishments do Little girls get in those books of yours?”
“They have to stand in the corner, write lines, or… Get spanked.”
“There are many other ways for a Daddy to correct his Little. He might put a reminder in her bottom to help he keep his instructions in mind. You might lose free time to do something you love or go to bed early.”