Josie’s Daddy – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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This is why I like him to make decisions for me. He does it so well. I trust him completely. He’s so in tune with me, and he has been from the first night he crawled under the table in this very club to help me keep from hyperventilating from overstimulation.

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

He smiles approvingly before lifting me up and lowering me onto my stomach on the bench. “Put your elbows on the padded sections under your arms and your knees on the padded sections below your hips.”

I do as I’m told. It’s actually comfortable.

Daddy lifts my dress up high on my back before easing my pullup down almost to my knees. It’s tight with my legs spread so far. “How do you feel, princess?”

“Good.”

“Nervous?”

“A little, Daddy.” Only because this is something new.

“Good girl.” He rubs my bottom in the same way he always does before spanking me. “You must tell Daddy if you change your mind or something doesn’t feel right. Don’t be brave. Daddy will never be mad at you for telling me to stop. I will, however, be mad if I ever find out you didn’t stop Daddy when something didn’t feel right.”

“Okay, Daddy. I promise.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” I’m beyond ready. I’ve been anxiously awaiting this spanking for hours. Spankings help me purge my icky feelings, and Lord knows I’ve had some icky feelings lately that need purging, especially since I’m not being totally honest with my Daddy or my counselor.

The first swat is light. Daddy sets his free hand on my lower back. “Remember to keep your elbows on the padding, princess. If you reach back, I might accidentally swat your hands and injure you.”

“I will, Daddy.” Daddy rarely restrains me because there aren’t many types of restraints I can tolerate. The most restrained I usually find myself is the seatbelt in his car or the strap that goes across my waist on my booster seat in the kitchen.

Daddy doesn’t restrain me to the changing table or the bed or any other place because he knows it might trigger me. Not the act itself but whatever material the straps are made of.

I squirm because my bottom craves more contact. He gave me one light swat and stopped.

He rubs my warm cheeks and resumes his spanking, starting out slower, gentler, and building up until he’s finally spanking me with enough force to sting.

God, I love when he spanks me. And I love this bench. It’s comfortable. It’s designed for this. It’s easier to keep from wiggling onto the floor than when I’m across Daddy’s lap. Sometimes he spanks me on his bed, but I’m squirmy when he does that too. The bench is forcing me to remain basically in one place.

Daddy eventually pauses, palming my heated skin while he moves his other hand to my cheek. “Are you doing okay, princess?”

I’m panting. Now that he’s stopped, I clench my thighs and grip the elbow rests with my fingers. My pussy is wet.

Daddy brushes a lock of hair off my forehead. “Use your words, Baby girl.”

“It feels so good, Daddy.” My voice is squeaky.

He leans over and kisses my temple. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

I moan as soon as he continues. Before I met Chase, I never had a single clue why anyone would want to be spanked. Now I can’t imagine my life without it. It’s freeing. It’s grounding. It’s arousing.

When he stops the next time, I’m trembling. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He rubs my bottom for a few more minutes while I catch my breath before easing my pullup back into place and lifting me into his arms.

Daddy carries me to the loveseat where he sits, cradling me in his lap. “I’m so proud of you. I know that was a big step, even with the private room. I’ve never spanked you anywhere except my house or your apartment.”

I nod against him, snuggling in closer. “Maybe next time I’ll be able to do it in the daycare.”

“Maybe.” He strokes my back. “You might have an entirely different feeling about public spankings by the time we get home from Littleworld.” He chuckles.

I tip my head back to look at him. “Daddy…”

He laughs again. “You never know. Littleworld is a magical place. It’s a unique environment. Elijah says the dynamic is different on the island where everyone is either a caregiver or a Little nearly twenty-four-seven. It’s a mindset. When you’re on the mainland, you can compartmentalize. Most people have to. They have to go to work and the store and do everything required of life. But the island is like a permanent scene where you will spend the entire week totally regressed.”

I smile at him. “I can’t wait.” It sounds like paradise to me. A place where I don’t have to be in charge of me ever? “Are we going to see Elijah and Petra when we arrive?”


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