Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Stand up, Juni. I want to get your clothes off you to make sure you haven’t hurt yourself.”
Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and reported to the spot he indicated by pointing.
“Raise your arms,” he ordered.
When she was in position, he lifted her pilfered Danger Bluff shirt, as well as her own, over her head. The cool air of the room wafted over her breasts. Juniper dropped her arms by her sides, not daring to cover her chest. It was so hard to be exposed and vulnerable.
Magnus dropped to one knee to unfasten her shoes. She lifted each foot as he instructed and watched him strip off her socks and shoes before dragging her leggings to her ankles. Juniper stepped out of the stretch material without waiting to be told.
“Good girl.”
That praise reminded her that this was her Daddy. He cared about her. Suddenly, it dawned on her how worried he must have been. Had he imagined her falling from the top floor?
“I’m sorry I worried you,” she whispered.
“Thank you, Juni,” her Daddy said as he slid her panties down her legs slowly as if to remind her that this was her very last piece of clothing.
With that discarded onto the pile, Magnus scanned her body. His fingertips explored every slight abrasion to her skin and probed everywhere. He turned her slowly in front of him. “We’ll have to treat all these scratches after you bathe. Lean over the edge of the bed on your stomach, bottom facing me. I’m going to get your thermometer and make sure you don’t have a temperature.”
“No, Daddy,” she pleaded as she wiggled in place. Her buttocks clenched already because she knew where he’d take her temperature.
Time crept by on turtle legs. Finally, she heard him returning. Juniper rushed to reassure him. “I feel fine.”
Magnus didn’t answer that but set a large jar of lubricant, an open container of wipes, and a thick, long thermometer in its protective case in her line of vision. He slowly unscrewed the lid and set it aside before dipping his finger into the thick substance inside.
“Reach back and hold your bottom apart.”
“What?” she squeaked, starting to roll over to look at him. A firm hand in the center of her back pinned her in place.
“Spread your buttocks, Juni. I need to get you prepared.”
When she didn’t move, he warned. “I’m going to count to three. Each time I reach that number, I’ll add five additional swats to your spanking. You don’t want any more added.”
As she pondered that statement, he counted, “One. Two. Three. Do you want ten?”
Before he could begin counting again, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, but just barely.
“More.”
She pulled more firmly, imagining what she must look like to the man behind her.
“More.”
“Daddy!” she protested.
“Now, Juni. One…”
She spread her buttocks as far as she could and buried her face in the covers.
“Good girl. This will feel cold.”
He pressed a hand to her lower back, tethering her in place. She held her breath and then felt the slippery mixture as he rubbed it over the usually hidden ring of muscles. “Spread,” he warned when she relaxed her hold.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said as she complied. How had she ever thought exploring on her own was a good idea?
He pressed his finger through the opening slowly.
Juniper clenched her thighs together as she tried to convince herself that she didn’t like this—that he didn’t set her nerves on fire—that she wasn’t becoming soaking wet. That damned finger rubbed along the walls, bringing the nerves to life and making her bite her lower lip to hold back her moan.
“I can feel your response, Little girl. It’s okay to like feeling my touch. This is not a punishment. This is Daddy making sure that you’re okay.”
She nodded against the covers and melted onto them as he withdrew his finger. Peeking to the side when she felt motion, Juniper watched him clean his hands with a wipe before removing the thermometer from its case. Her breath shuddered from her lips as she imagined that thick instrument inside her.
“Try to relax,” he suggested as he dipped the end into the lubricant before spreading it up the glass sides.
When it disappeared behind her, she let go of her bottom.
“Two. Three. That’s ten extra spanks, Juni.”
She quickly spread herself again. He didn’t hesitate this time but inserted the thick tip. It didn’t go any further for a few seconds. He simply rotated it shallowly inside, pushing the response of her nerves higher. When she thought she would scream with anticipation, he slowly pressed it inside. As it stopped, Magnus twirled it inside her for a few seconds before it resumed its inward path. Finally, his hand cupped over the end and rested on her bottom.
“Ten minutes.”
Those minutes stretched out into a year in her brain. Her actions played over and over in her head. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”