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)
“Oh, sorry, Daddy.”
“You know you can always come to me if you need something, right?”
“I know, Daddy. I just needed a bit of a break, you know? I just can’t believe how quickly time is going. It’s two days until our wedding.” Today had been her last day of work, so she had time to clean the house and tidy up the backyard.
“I know. I can’t wait to marry you, Little Rebel.”
“I can’t wait to marry you either, Daddy.”
“But there are a few things we need to deal with first,” he told her in a stern voice.
Uh-oh. She didn’t like the sound of that. “Like what, Daddy?”
“Well, you’re taking tonight off from wedding stuff.”
“I don’t think I can, Daddy.”
“Before you tell me everything you have to do, I should tell you that I hired a cleaning company. They’re going to be here in the morning to clean the house and they’ll do another clean after the wedding.”
“What? Oh, Duke, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I can’t be here to help with the cleaning and I’m not going to have you running yourself ragged. But I’m going to get home early tomorrow to help with the yard. I don’t want you doing too much on your own, understand?”
“I understand.”
Whether she’d actually listen was debatable.
“Oh, and there’s something else we have to do tonight,” he told her, standing her on her feet.
“What’s that, Daddy?” she asked innocently.
“Take care of the punishments you’re owed.”
Sugar.
Was he serious?
“I want you to pull your pants and panties down, then bend over and put your hands on the stool.”
Yep, it certainly seemed like he was serious.
“What punishments?” she asked.
He held up his fingers. “There was starting your bike when I wasn’t here and without putting on a helmet.”
Shoot.
“As well as that, you also earned yourself two more punishments while you were supposed to be recovering. Once, when you were meant to be napping and instead, I found you on your laptop. The other when I came home from work and found that you’d been gardening instead of resting.”
Shoot.
“You’re going to get fifteen with my hand for the gardening. Fifty lines for going on your laptop instead of napping. And ten with the hairbrush for not being more careful with your safety.”
“The hairbrush!”
“Careful, Little Rebel. I only made it ten because you hurt yourself, but I could easily make it fifteen.”
“Ten is fine. Ten is fine,” she said hastily.
“Right, get yourself in place, then.”
Sunny gave him a pleading look, but he simply stared back at her sternly. So she slid her pants down.
“Take them off completely. I’m going to give you a bath straight after your punishment. Then it will be pajamas, dinner, and bed.”
Feeling sorry for herself, she slid off her pants and panties. She’d already removed her shoes before she came into the house.
Then she bent over, placing her hands on the stool.
“Legs apart. That’s it. Good girl. That’s a really pretty sight.”
It was? She wasn’t so sure of that.
Smack! Smack!
Ouch! He was just going to start without a word? At least that was two down. Thirteen to go.
“Those weren’t part of your punishment,” he told her as though he knew what she was thinking.
“What?” She turned her head to look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Those were because I could sense you were thinking bad things about yourself.”
“Daddy, do you have the ability to read minds?”
“I can read your mind. That’s a Daddy’s superpower when it comes to his Little.”
“Of all the superpowers, you have to have that one.”
“Comes in handy,” he replied. “Now, it’s a count of fifteen.”
He placed one hand on the small of her back as his other hand landed on her bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“When Daddy tells you to do something, he expects you to obey him.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Especially when that order is to do with your health.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Now here are the last three.”
By the time the last three smacks landed, she was sobbing. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
“Come here, baby girl.” Duke helped her stand and then drew her against him. He held her tight against his chest, rocking her back and forth. “Good girl. You did so well. Shh. My Little Rebel.”
When she stopped crying, he drew back to cup her face. “Right, you ready to write some lines?”
“Daddy, do you really expect me to say yes?”
“Poor baby, come on. Better to get it over with.” He led her over to her desk and used some tissues to clean up her face.
“Can I write them while standing up?” she asked.
“Afraid not, baby girl. Part of the punishment is sitting on a sore bottom. Fifty lines. I want you to write ‘I will obey my Daddy.’”
With a grumble, she sat on the hard chair to write the lines. It was torture. Maybe she should have asked for another spanking instead. By the time she finished, she was shifting around on the seat constantly and her handwriting was close to illegible.