Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
What? He had to be kidding her? Warm-up? And he wanted her to thank him? Was he insane?
“Charlotte?”
“That wasn’t a warm-up.”
Smack! The paddle landed with a heavy thwap. Holy fucking God. That hurt!
“That is the real thing, little darling. Be a good girl and thank me or I’m going to start adding on some extras.”
She didn’t want to thank him. She wanted to tell him where he could stick that damn paddle. But if that last smack was an indication of what was to come, then she definitely didn’t want him adding extras.
“Thank you for warming me up.”
“Good girl.”
The paddle landed again and she let out a loud cry.
“I know you think I’m being harsh,” he scolded. Two more landed. Oh God. Oh God. How was she going to survive this? “But do you know how scared I was when Kent called me to tell me you were missing?”
Smack! Smack!
Tears dripped down her face. It was too much. She couldn’t handle the pain. His hand was bad enough. This was excruciating. Her safe word lingered on her lips.
“I was terrified.” Two more strokes. “I had no idea if you would be found.” Thwap! Thwap! “I couldn’t even get back to help search for you.”
The fear in his voice penetrated her haze of pain and all thoughts of using the safe word disappeared. The fact that this strong, hard man could be so worried over her, so scared, it humbled her. And it made her think about how she would feel if the tables were turned.
She started to sob.
“I never, ever want to receive a call like that again. It nearly broke me, Charlotte. If I ever lost you…” His voice trailed off. And she started to sob in big heaves.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her ass burned, it seemed to move under her skin, engulfing her entire bottom. He stopped and rubbed her bottom, squeezing the globes. Her tears had created a large wet patch beneath her cheek. He reached down between her legs to cup her mound.
“Damn, baby, you’re still so wet. Even more so than you were before.”
Call her weird, even though the spanking hurt like hell she also found herself aroused.
“Too bad my baby doesn’t get to come. She needs it so bad.”
Sobs continued to rock her body as he started paddling her again. Oh fuck! That hurt so bad. Her ass was on fire. She struggled to pull in each breath. Then the paddle landed with a thump on the bed. She was so busy crying, that she barely felt him undo the cuffs around her wrists. Then he moved onto his back beside her and lifted her so she lay on top of him. He held her tight, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“Shh, baby. Shh. Stop crying now. It’s all over. Everything is forgiven. Shh. Shh. It’s all right. You’re all right. Such a good baby.”
“I-I’m not. I-I made you w-worry.”
“That’s my job as your daddy. Just as it’s my job to do this when you need it.” He reached down and squeezed her ass and she squeaked. “But please, don’t put yourself at risk like that again. Promise me?”
“I promise. I won’t do that again. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
8
Clint knew the moment she fell asleep. He’d figured it wouldn’t take long. Her fatigue combined with the spanking had completely tuckered her out.
He rolled her gently off him. She murmured something in her sleep, then rolled onto her side and curled up in the fetal position which was how she liked to sleep. He studied her bottom. It was a dark, angry red. Poor darling was going to feel that for a while.
He quickly put his gear away and then pulled the blankets down on her side of the bed. He lifted her, crooning to her softly as she made a noise of protest. He laid her down on her side and then put some pillows on each side of her to try and prevent her from rolling onto her bottom and waking up.
Pulling the blankets over her, he tucked her in. He laid a kiss on her forehead then turned to grab the video monitor he’d installed so he could keep an eye on her when she was napping. She didn’t like it. Claimed she wasn’t a baby.
But he’d take care of her as he saw fit. He got dressed then moved into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Finally, with one last look at her, he left the bedroom and headed down to his study. Kent had left, taking his stuff with him.
He started up his computer and checked his emails first, answering the most urgent ones. Then he went onto one of his favorite age play sites. It had all manner of things that could be bought for big little boys and girls.