Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She followed him silently to the rocking chair. Kiki didn’t know why she was resisting being in this room. Her gaze skipped over the changing table and all the supplies adorning it. After Terry sat in the wide rocking chair, she allowed herself to be coaxed onto his lap.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Bumblebee?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you. Talk to me, Kiki. What’s going on inside your brain?”
“It’s that.” She pointed at the changing table.
“Are you worrying about something?”
“Last night you strapped me in place on that.”
“I did. Little girls get wiggly and might fall off. The changing table is high. I don’t want you to get hurt,” he explained, rocking her gently.
“Are you going to restrain me again?” she asked.
“Definitely, unless being secure makes you anxious.”
Kiki tucked her head into the curve of his jaw and allowed her Daddy to rock her. His hand stroked up and down her back to soothe her as he gave her time to think and respond. Finally, she was ready to talk.
“It scares me to watch what’s happening.”
“Thank you for telling me. Were you scared lying over Daddy’s lap to be spanked?”
“No. I couldn’t see.”
“Hmm. I think I understand. Could we try an experiment?”
She nodded, hidden from meeting his eyes. Startled when he moved, Kiki allowed her Daddy to lift her to standing next to the chair.
“Close your eyes, Bumblebee,” he directed.
When she did, the air moved around her to clue her in that he had moved away. Within a few seconds, he returned to her side. Her Daddy smoothed a hand over her arm to alert her he’d returned.
“I’ve got a special hat for you. I saw it in a store downtown today and stopped to buy it for you. It’s very soft, but even more important, it has black and yellow stripes, just like a bumblebee. I’m going to put it on your head and adjust it a bit to help you feel brave when Daddy needs to keep you secure.”
Kiki nodded and froze when she felt something stretch over her hair and settle into place. He adjusted it slightly, so the soft fabric covered her eyes like a blindfold. Instantly, she relaxed. It was like being in her own quiet space.
“Daddy’s going to make sure you feel okay before our guests get here. You tell me if you get scared,” he said softly as he picked her up.
When she felt the soft padding under her back, Kiki knew she was stretched out on the changing table. It felt better now that she couldn’t see to worry about what would happen. She didn’t have to struggle or argue. Her Daddy was in control.
“Good girl,” he praised her as she relaxed.
She felt him raise her skirt and fold it back over her tummy. Kiki squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself get wet. When his fingers hooked under the elastic of her cotton panties, she automatically lifted her hips so he could tug them down to her mid-thigh.
“Thank you, Bumblebee.”
She listened carefully when she heard the rasp of something and the opening and closing of a drawer below her. Kiki tried opening her eyes, but the hat prevented her, cloaking her in darkness. She felt his hand stroke down her leg to grasp her ankles and lift them into the air until she felt her bottom lift slightly from the padding.
“In goes the thermometer,” he explained as a thick end pressed into the small opening between her buttocks.
The cold tube filled and stretched her, making Kiki shiver slightly. A mechanical winding sound followed, and the loud ticks filled the room. He rotated the device inside her, coaxing it deeper.
Kiki wiggled slightly on the changing table. She felt so Little with her panties around her thighs and her Daddy holding her legs in the air. The cool air swirled over her exposed pussy, and she knew he could see the juices gathering there as she hid under the soft hat.
She fantasized about what he’d do to her next. Would he let her come? The feel of the swirling thermometer in her bottom kept her attention focused on his touch. When it finally slid from her tight entrance, Kiki sighed in regret.
“I know, Bumblebee. Your bottom is happy with something in it. Your temperature is fine. We can have company tonight.”
“Can I come, Daddy?” she whispered daringly.
“Later, if you’re a good girl,” he assured her.
Her bottom lip pushed out automatically as she processed his refusal. Her body burned for his touch. Kiki opened her mouth to protest and snapped it closed as he lowered her legs. Daddy is in control.
Chapter Twelve
“Hi, CC.” Kiki greeted the Little girl with a smile.
“Hi!” CC answered, clinging to her Daddy’s hand.
Kiki instantly knew CC was as nervous as she was about the play date. That made her feel better.