Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Oh, Little girl. Your Daddy definitely has that right.”
“Maybe you’re not my Daddy,” she volleyed back at him.
“The moment you came around my fingers there was no turning back. You are mine, Little girl. Your pleasure sealed that fact.”
When she continued to look at him with a stubborn expression, Adam calmy removed her fingers from the covers and whisked the blankets down to the end of the bed, discovering that the front of her pajamas was completely unzipped. He plucked her out of bed and stood her in front of him. The look of surprise on her face could have made him laugh but he schooled his expression to look at her very seriously. He held her hands behind her back with one of his when she tried to cover up the portion of her body revealed by her gaping sleeper.
“Rose, Little girls who misbehave earn consequences.” He watched her closely to see how she would respond to the idea of being punished. When her breath hitched and she squeezed her legs together, he knew what she needed. “You’ve earned your first consequence.” He quickly tugged her one-piece bunny pajamas over her arms. Adam held her hands to prevent her from grabbing the material and allowed the sleeper to drop to the floor around her ankles.
“You can’t spank me,” she complained without enough umph behind her words. She was curious.
“I can and will when you’re naughty. You can either cooperate or I will take your temperature to make sure you’re not acting up because you don’t feel well. Then if you don’t have a fever, I’ll add five more swats to the ten you’ve already earned.”
He watched her think. She opened her mouth as if inviting the thermometer. Slowly, he shook his head and moved one hand behind her to pat her bottom. “Little girls have their temperatures taken here.”
“In my bottom?” she gasped, but she also squirmed and clenched her bottom. Her cheeks were pink. Her breathing was erratic. Her nipples were hard points.
Adam saw the bluster dissolve from her face. “Would you like to cooperate or keep being naughty?”
“I’m sorry. I was asleep,” she said quickly to excuse her behavior.
“I’ll remember that as I’m spanking you.”
“You’re still going to spank me? But that’s not fair!”
“Did you follow Daddy’s instructions?” he asked.
“No, but—”
Adam interrupted her excuse. “Did you talk nicely to Daddy?”
This time she shook her head and dropped her chin to look at the floor.
“Did you lie, denying that I’m your Daddy?”
She nodded and her head drooped a bit lower.
“Do you deserve a spanking?”
Profound silence followed. Finally, she whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s my good Little girl. Let’s wipe away your naughtiness. Lie over my lap,” he instructed as he helped her move into position.
When her bottom pointed upward, he rubbed the cool flesh lightly, enjoying her shivers that he knew didn’t come from being cold. They were pure anticipation. “Are you ready for me to spank you, Rose?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was low and definitely tinged with something other than regret.
Immediately, Adam smacked her bottom sharply. Taking care not to use too much force, Adam watched a pink handprint form on her pale skin. He wanted her to remember this but not be bruised by his correction. Quickly, he applied several more to her exposed skin.
As she squirmed on his legs, Rose’s legs parted to reveal shiny juices beginning to coat her inner thighs. She remained quiet. Adam wanted her to remember this first spanking. He needed to know how far to push her. Continuing to pepper her skin with swats, Adam listened carefully.
When he heard that first sob, Adam asked, “Do you want to apologize to Daddy for your behavior?”
“Y-yes!” she stuttered. “I’m sorry. I won’t be rude again in the morning. I promise.”
Without saying a word, Adam lifted her and sat her hot bottom on his hard thigh as he wrapped his arms around her. “Let’s have a redo of the morning.”
“How do we do that?”
“Just like this. Good morning, Rosebud. I’m afraid it’s time to get up.”
She stared at him for a fraction of a second before answering, “Hi, Daddy.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. I didn’t wake up once,” she assured him.
He lifted a brow, wondering if she would lie to him again. “Did you touch yourself after your orgasm?”
She shook her head rapidly, denying his question without saying anything.
“When I ask you a question, I want you to answer with words, Rose. Did you touch yourself after your orgasm last night?”
Instantly, she shook her head to deny him again. “No, Daddy. I don’t remember unzipping my jammies, but I do remember being hot. I must have been trying to cool off.”
He smoothed one hand up one of her creamy white thighs to stroke his fingers through the slick juices that gathered there. “It feels like you’ve been playing.”