Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
There was one surprise in the corner of the room that he hoped she liked.
He’d put away her bib, bottle, and sippy cup in a clear cupboard in the kitchen. Rhodes had assured him that no one would bother them.
There was a single bed in the room, but he wanted her napping beside him.
Moving outside, he took in the view. God, it was beautiful here. Walking over to where there was a firepit, he saw that there was firewood stacked under the concrete bench that surrounded the firepit on three sides.
That gave him an idea for later. He moved back into the kitchen to make sure that what he needed was stocked.
Cate looked up with a yawn at the knock on the door.
“Time to finish, Catie-pie.”
Immediately, she smiled in happiness.
Funny. She’d expected to feel annoyed or worried about not getting any work done this afternoon.
However, all she felt was anticipation.
Maybe she really did need some time off. Things had been all go. And she wanted to let go for a while.
“I just need to email this to Oliver, then I’m done.” Her stomach growled. “And it must be time for lunch.”
“It is. I’ve got it all ready for you.”
“You made me lunch?”
“I sure did. You can eat after we get you dressed.”
She glanced down at herself. “I am dressed.”
“Cate is dressed. Catie-pie isn’t yet.”
Oh! She sent the email to Oliver, then shut down her laptop. She glanced at her phone, unsure what to do.
“Why don’t you give me your phone. I’ll keep it with mine. If someone texts or calls, I’ll let you know.”
Nodding happily, she passed it over and took his hand. He led her into the bedroom they were using and lifted her onto the bed, laying her down on her back.
She blushed as he stripped off her clothes, leaving just her panties on. His gaze didn’t linger on her.
Much to her disappointment.
He got her redressed in her onesie. Then he lifted her off and put her on his hip. She pressed her face into his chest.
“I want to show you what I did. If you don’t like it, you can change things around.” He carried her into the small bedroom she used as a safe space. It only had one window and she generally just kept the drapes pulled across it.
When he walked in, her mouth dropped open. Not much had changed, but enough for her to notice.
There was a pair of ladybug slippers on the floor by the bed. And a ladybug pacifier on the nightstand.
But in the corner was a large teepee. It had a garden print on it with ladybugs and birds and bees flying around. She rushed over and peeked in. Her big cushion was on the floor and Lady was in there along with her blanket.
“Ohh, Daddy, this is perfect!” The Daddy came easily. Something about this setup had her slipping into her Little headspace.
She climbed into the teepee and gave a sigh of happiness, wriggling around.
“Like it, Catie-pie?” Ethan was crouched down at the entrance.
“So much! Thank you!”
He smiled. “Good girl. Come out now, though. It’s time to eat.”
“I don’t wants to come out, though, Daddy. I want to stay in here.”
“You can come back here after your nap.”
Nap? Who wanted to nap?
“I don’t needs to nap,” she complained.
“The marks under your eyes say differently. Out now, please.”
That sounded boring.
“But, Daddy. I could nap in here.”
“No. And you’re not napping without lunch.”
Cate grumbled but crawled out of the tepee. Several sharp slaps landed on her bottom.
“Ouch!” she cried. “What was that for?”
“That was for being naughty,” he told her sternly. “When Daddy tells you to do something, he doesn’t expect any objections from his Catie-pie.”
“But, Daddy, you aren’t always right.”
He gasped. “I’m not? That’s a shock.”
“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,” she said seriously as he lifted her onto his hip again. “But it’s true.”
“I will take it under advisement. However, while I want to spoil you, you have to learn that you are not in charge. Daddy is. And I will always do what is best for you.”
“I still don’t think spanking my bottom can be what is best for me, Daddy,” she complained as he sat her on a stool at the kitchen island.
“That wasn’t a spanking, just a small reminder. You are owed a spanking, though. We’ll take care of that before you nap.”
“I have to nap and have a spanking! I thought this was a holiday.” She pouted and folded her arms over her chest.
He tugged lightly at her hair, which she’d pulled back in a small ponytail.
“It is. But that doesn’t mean that you get to do whatever you want.”
Well. That was rude.
He set down a plate of food in front of her. It was one of the divider plates. There were cut-up strawberries in one section. Slices of chicken in another. Some grapes were in the third and crackers in the fourth.