Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Okay. Will you talk to her with me, Daddy?”
“I’d like that, Crash—if you don’t mind. I might be able to ask questions you don’t think of.”
“Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. His presence calmed her. The closer she was, the better she felt. Maybe it was his imposing size, but she thought it was more than that.
Something magnetic was happening between them. It tugged her in and wouldn’t let her go. And she wasn’t sorry. Already, in the short time she’d known him, she felt connected to him in a way she’d never experienced with Boyd. Could he really be so perfect?
Phoenix eased her back so he could meet her gaze again. “Here’s what we’re going to do. First, Daddy is going to spank you.”
She flinched. She’d known this would be coming, but it made her nervous. Plus, every time he brought up the idea of spanking her, she had confusing feelings. Her nipples tightened, and she squeezed her legs together. Wetness leaked from her already. Would he find out?
He rubbed her back. “I know you’re curious about what it will feel like to have your bottom peppered by my palm, so we’re going to get that over with. Sometimes, Little girls need a good hard spanking. It helps relieve pent-up stress. What you went through this morning caused a lot of anxiety. A spanking will help you let go of the icky feelings you have.”
She nodded. “How did you know I had icky feelings, Daddy?”
He smiled. “You’re not the first Little girl to join my growing family here at Danger Bluff, Crash. I’ve seen what happens to Littles when they do something naughty they know they shouldn’t have done. It weighs on them until their Daddies help them let go of the guilt with a good spanking.”
Was he omniscient? Even though she had no idea what it would feel like to have her bottom spanked, she had to admit he was right. Icky was the perfect word to describe how she’d been feeling ever since the sprinklers had come on and chaos had ensued. She’d known immediately she’d caused the commotion with her poor choices.
“After Daddy spanks you, we’ll have lunch, and then you can go down for a nice nap.”
She curled up her nose. “I don’t take naps anymore, Daddy. I haven’t had a nap since I was a small child. I haven’t even had time for a nap since then.”
“That’s going to change, Crash. It sounds like you’ve been maintaining a very tight schedule for a long time. You can’t do that forever. You’ll burn out. You need some downtime.”
She nodded. “I think I did burn out. That’s why I snapped and told Boyd I wouldn’t go to Japan. I’ve been looking forward to a few weeks in New Zealand for months. I lost my mind when he suddenly declared that I needed to go to Japan immediately.”
“See? You already knew you needed to slow down. I bet you don’t eat enough either.” He slid his hands to her waist and squeezed her tummy, pointing out that she was a bit on the skinny side.
She sniffled, feeling stupid again. He was right. “Sometimes, I forget to stop practicing to eat, plus I get stressed when Boyd is around. My stomach has been in knots for a long time.”
“How many hours a day do you usually practice, Little one?”
She shrugged. “A lot. Not because I need to but because it’s my escape. When I’m playing, I block out the world and focus on nothing but the music. It helps me ignore my problems.”
Phoenix slid his hands up and down her waist. When he grazed the edges of her breasts with his thumbs, her breath hitched. He didn’t comment on her reaction, though. “We need to get you on a better schedule. I would never dream of telling you how to run your business. I would also never insinuate that I know more about how much time you need to practice. However, I bet we can sit down together and work out a schedule that allows you plenty of time to play every day while ensuring you also get three square meals, snacks, lots of sleep at night, and a nap.”
She thought about his words and their delivery. Even though, on the surface, he sounded dominant and controlling, he didn’t give the same vibe as Boyd. He wanted what was best for her. No one had taken care of her or given a shit about her health or well-being since she’d been a small child.
Was this what it meant to be a Little and let someone Daddy her? Did it mean that he would see to her needs so that she could be a better version of herself? It sounded like heaven.
Lyra threw her arms around his neck again. “Thank you, Daddy.”