Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Five.”
A bit of self-preservation kicked in, and Celeste bit her lower lip to keep herself from spouting off anything else as the elevator doors opened and Hawking stepped inside.
The car seemed to crawl slowly upward, stretching out the tension. Celeste wanted to cover her ears to block out the elevator music that seemed loud in the silence that filled the small space. She tried to peek into the mirrors that lined the inside to see Hawking’s face, but the angle of their bodies prevented that. Bouncing against his hard shoulder as he walked, Celeste stared at the carpet under his feet. Remorse flooded into her.
As he opened the door to his apartment, she stuttered, “I’m sorry!”
“It’s a bit late for that, Miss I’m-going-to push-Daddy-all-the-way-to-five.”
She swallowed hard at the sound of his voice. Hard and determined, Celeste knew she’d truly messed up. When he stood her in front of him and took a seat on the bed, she fled for the door.
“If you run away from me now, I will keep you safe but will understand you don’t think I’m your Daddy.”
“What? Just because I didn’t eat one of those?” she gestured to the wrapped item lying on the bed a short distance from him. He’d picked up a sandwich from the stack?
“Because you can’t allow yourself to let someone take care of you.”
“Maybe I’m not hungry,” she rebelled.
Growl!
Celeste looked down at her abdomen and poked it for betraying her. When she looked up, she found him simply watching her. “Okay! So, I’ve been hungry. I couldn’t take a break. I needed to keep working.”
“The best thing about sandwiches is they were created to eat while doing something else,” he said, his tone deadly even.
“I don’t need to hear the old fable about the Earl of Sandwich,” she said in exasperation.
“Nor do you need a nutritional lecture on brain chemistry and the need for food.”
She stared at him, trying to come up with an answer to that. There wasn’t one. “Okay. You’re right. I should’ve eaten a sandwich.”
“I’m also right about you being my Little girl. Would you agree with that, too?”
The last of her anger fizzled away. “Yes,” she whispered.
“And that makes you my Little to take care of.”
She nodded, looking down at the carpet.
“Come stretch over my lap, Celeste. Then you’ll eat the sandwich and take a nap.”
“But…”
“No buts except for the one you’re going to show your Daddy.”
Celeste dragged her toes as she walked forward to stand next to him. She wanted to run away as he unfastened her jeans, but she steeled her spine to stay in place. Shivering as he tugged her jeans and panties down to her ankles, she waited for his next directions.
He silently helped her over his lap, his silence making the tension rise inside her. How mad is he?
Hawking tapped lightly on her skin, spreading his touch all over. The staccato slaps kept her jumping as she never knew what to expect. When would he spank her for real?
“What did you do incorrectly, Little girl?”
“I didn’t eat when you told me to. Then, I acted badly.”
“You acted like a young woman who hadn’t had anything to eat for a long time. You were tired and cranky,” he clarified.
With that statement complete, he swatted her fully, drawing a gasp from her lips. He scattered her punishment across her bottom as she tried to twist and turn in all directions to avoid the next one. Hawking easily held her in place. The material bunched around her ankles hampered her movements.
Realizing she could have avoided everything if she hadn’t been so stubborn, Celeste melted over his lap, accepting her punishment as tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Count down the last ten with me, Cuddle Bug.”
“What?”
“Count with me, and your spanking will be over. Ten.”
When she didn’t count, he swatted her again and repeated himself. “Ten.”
“Ten!” she said quickly.
“Good girl. Nine.”
“Ouch, Daddy! Nine!”
They counted the last few together, and Hawking rubbed her red skin, soothing her as she dangled from his hard thighs. “That’s my sweet Little girl. Will you come snuggle with Daddy?” he invited.
“Please,” she whispered and gasped when the world whirled around as he lifted her to sit on her punished bottom. “I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy.”
“Will you stop and listen to me next time?” he asked.
“Yes!” she said with such conviction that she surprised herself.
“I’m glad, Little girl.”
Hawking wiped the tears from her face with his shirt and hugged her close to his body. When her breath steadied, he reached down to remove her shoes and the wadded material from her ankles. Reaching to his side, he picked up the sandwich and opened the plastic baggie it was wrapped inside to hand to her.
Resting her head on his broad shoulder, Celeste devoured the sandwich and felt the empty feeling inside her ease. He’d made everything better.