Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She glanced at him sideways. “Are you still going to spank me?”
“Yes. But afterward, you might like a bottle of milk while I rock you and snuggle with you. I even have strawberry or chocolate flavoring if you’d like.”
Her shoulders dropped. She was almost too cute to keep a straight face. “Fine. I’ll have strawberry.”
He lifted her chin and met her gaze. “Would you like to ask in a nicer tone, Baby girl?”
“Sorry, Daddy. May I please have strawberry milk after you spank my bottom?”
Her sassy voice made it even more difficult for him to not break form and start laughing. “Daisy, judging by your attitude, I’m starting to think you’re practically begging me to spank you.”
She lowered her gaze but said nothing.
Tarson had been mostly joking, but now he wondered. He watched her shuffling her shoe across the floor in front of her while he made her milk. She certainly hadn’t denied his off-the-cuff accusation.
Without a word, he led her to the nursery, set the bottle of milk on the floor, and lowered onto the rocking chair. “Come here, Baby girl,” he said gently, reaching for her to close the distance between them.
She took her sweet time getting to him, which added to his amusement. Where was this naughty side coming from?
When she was close enough, he held her hips and angled her between his thighs. “What’s going through that mind of yours, Baby girl?”
She shrugged, her face still lowered. He could just catch the glimpse of pink in her cheeks. Maybe she really did want him to spank her. He should have thought of that. After the way she eagerly accepted trying a pacifier, wearing a diaper, and taking a bottle, it would stand to reason she might fantasize about being spanked, too.
“Has anyone ever spanked you, Daisy?”
She took a slow deep breath. “Not really, Daddy. That bad Daddy Leo only managed a few swats, but they were hard. And you spanked me when I fought against the, uh… Well, earlier.”
He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her cheeks were indeed red now. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the thermometer, Baby girl. Just because you didn’t mention it doesn’t mean I don’t remember.”
She sighed and shuffled her feet. “I don’t need my temperature taken again, Daddy. I feel fine.”
“Who decides how to best take care of his Baby girl?”
Another dramatic sigh. “You do, Daddy,” she whispered.
“That’s right, and that includes disciplining you when you misbehave, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“I have a question, and I want you to answer me honestly, Daisy.” He drew his brows together as he made sure she was looking at him.
She licked her lips.
“Is being spanked one of the things you’ve fantasized about but never really experienced?”
She hesitated a few seconds before slowly nodding.
He released her chin and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. After smoothing his hand down her braids, he tipped her head back again. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Baby girl. Lots of Littles like to have their bottoms spanked.”
“I don’t really know if I do or not, Daddy. I just want to try it.”
“And you will. Right now. And then we’ll talk about how it made you feel. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He lifted her up onto his knee and leaned over to remove her shoes and socks before setting her back on her feet and unzipping her dress down her back.
Tonight’s dress was white with yellow daisies all over it. It was a wonder she’d managed to paint without getting anything on it, though he had noticed she’d worn a smock while she’d been painting.
As he lowered the dress to the floor, she set her hands on his shoulders so she could step out of the material. She was left in nothing but her panties. He knew she sometimes wore an athletic bra on nights when she went to the club, but he hadn’t given her any bra when he’d dressed her earlier, and she hadn’t seemed to mind.
When he reached for the elastic of her panties, she flinched. “Can I keep my panties, Daddy?”
“No, Baby girl. Daddy is going to spank your bare bottom this time. It heightens the experience, but in addition, it lets me see how pink your skin is getting so I’ll know how hard to swat you.”
She shuddered. “I don’t think you’ll need to spank me very hard, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Is that so, Baby girl? Who do you think will decide that?”
She blew out a defeated breath. “You, Daddy.”
“Exactly.” He angled her to one side and leaned her over his lap. Her feet didn’t reach the floor, so she wouldn’t be able to get any traction. In addition, he lifted both her arms and drew them to the small of her back. For this first spanking, he wanted to be sure she didn’t try to reach back with her hands. He wouldn’t risk accidentally swatting her fingers.