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)
“Um, excuse me? Look at this mess.”
She glanced around. Oh. Yeah.
“Did you make this mess?” he asked.
“I’ll tidy it up.”
“You will,” he said firmly. “Although you won’t move the heavy stuff. And maybe that would be enough if you hadn’t been throwing the cushions around while having a tantrum.”
“I don’t have tantrums.”
He just stared down at her.
Had she been having a tantrum? Oops.
“And worst of all, I found you trying to move cushions that weigh too much for you.”
“They don’t weigh too much for me!” she protested. Although this sofa was ridiculously huge and heavy. And the bottom cushions were enormous.
Still, he was exaggerating.
Being way too overprotective. Which was actually kind of sweet in a way.
“You picked me up over your shoulder! You could have dropped me.”
He cupped her chin. “Do you believe I would ever risk you? Would ever drop you?”
Her breath caught at the look in his eyes. He seemed so . . . fierce.
“I . . . I know you’d never drop me. I’m sorry.”
“And I’m sorry if I gave you a fright.”
“Are you sorry for slapping my ass?” she asked.
“Nope. I will never apologize for doing what I think is right for you. And that smack on the ass got you to stay still. Which kept you safe.”
Dear. Lord.
“Now, you’re going to get your butt smacked for throwing a tantrum and for putting yourself at risk.”
“Putting myself at risk really seems like a stretch,” she muttered.
“And because I think this might help clear your head.”
Really?
“What is your safeword?”
“Do you not remember it? We really need to get you some fish oil to help with your memory loss.”
“I remember it. I just want you to say it so you remember it.”
“I have a very good memory I don’t need fish oil.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Cate. Do as you were told.”
“Red,” she said quickly.
“You’ll say it if you need to. Promise me.”
“I promise.” He sure did like to repeat things.
“I promise, Daddy,” he said firmly. “Repeat what I just said.”
“I promise, Daddy,” she told him.
Suddenly, he shifted her so she was lying over his lap, her legs on the sofa while her torso was on his wide thighs.
Holy. Heck.
This was really happening, wasn’t it?
His hands went to the waistband of her pants and he started tugging them down.
“We need to get you some onesies with drop seats. That way, Daddy doesn’t have to pull off your clothes to get to your bottom. He can spank you or put you on the toilet and ensure you’re snuggly and warm.”
She wasn’t sure that sounded like a good idea. He might be tempted to spank her more often.
Then she realized that her bottom was bare. And he wasn’t doing anything.
“Are you staring at my butt?” she asked.
“Are you staring at my butt, Daddy?”
“Why do you keep repeating my words?” she asked.
“Because I want you to remember that you’re with Daddy. I think I need to keep reminding you.”
Um. Okay.
“And to answer your question, yes, I am staring at your cute butt.”
It was cute? Really?
Huh.
“I really am cute in all ways, huh?” she said.
“Definitely cute in all ways,” he agreed.
His hand touched her ass and she jumped. But he simply rubbed it until she relaxed. That was actually quite nice. Who knew she liked having her bottom touched?
“My girl likes this, doesn’t she? She enjoys having her bottom massaged.”
Hmm. She thought she did.
“Too bad we have to take care of a punishment, right now.”
What?
Slap!
Oh. Yeah.
Ouch!
The smacks started. Steady and slow to begin with. But then they increased in intensity.
“Again, this spanking is for breaking the safety rule. For throwing a small tantrum. And because I think it might help you.”
She didn’t understand that last part.
All this spanking was going to do was make it difficult for her to sit comfortably.
Kicking her feet, she tried to escape him, but he simply secured her tighter on his lap as his hand landed over and over again. He even spanked the top of her thighs.
That seemed to push her over that edge. Her control was shot to hell and she let out a sob.
Tears dripped down her face.
Another sob escaped, and he smacked her again and again until she was full-on crying. She simply lay over his lap and sobbed.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out for Daddy. It’s okay. Daddy has you.”
He rubbed her back as he spoke. Then he fixed her panties and pants before picking her up and settling her so she straddled his lap.
She slumped against him, her face resting on his chest. Ethan ran his hand up and down her back as he spoke to her.
“Such a good girl. You did so well. Daddy is so proud of you. I know that my girl is the best girl in the world. So sweet. So lovely. My gorgeous girl. Good girl.”