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)
Rose bolted upright as the shadowy figures tugged at the bag she had slung over her body. She had no idea what was inside but knew that she needed to protect it with her life. “No! Get away!” she shouted into the dark room.
When arms wrapped around her, she slapped at them, unwilling to let her assailant win. “No! You can’t have it!”
“Rosebud, it’s Daddy. You’re okay, Little girl. You’re safe,” a deep voice reassured her as he pushed to sitting.
“No! You’re not my Daddy!”
“Little girl! Open your eyes. I’m right here.”
Cowering away, Rose peeked through her eyelashes to see Adam’s handsome face inches away from her. The concern etched in his expression launched her forward into his arms. “Daddy! I was back there with those men.”
“You’re safe, Rosebud. I’m not going to let anyone harm you,” he promised.
“I was so stupid. I stopped several times and knew I was making the wrong choice, but I kept going to my car,” she whispered.
“Sometimes Little girls have to learn a lesson the hard way. I’m just glad that you’re unharmed.”
“I didn’t listen to you. I should have listened.”
When Adam didn’t answer her, Rose leaned away to look at him. Swallowing hard, she said, “I think I need to be punished.”
“Those bad guys are at fault, Rosebud,” he reminded her gently.
“But I should have listened to you.”
“Yes. From now on you take safety precautions even if you don’t want to bother anyone or you think it’s okay to walk the short distance to your car.”
Rose nodded. She didn’t know how Adam could always read her mind, but somehow he knew what she’d considered last night. “You’re right.”
She set a hand on his broad chest and felt his steady heartbeat against her palm. Leaning forward, Rose pressed a light kiss against his lips before rising to her knees on the mattress. She shifted to place herself face down over his lap.
“What do you need, Little girl?” His deep voice wrapped around her in the darkened room illuminated only by the nightlight in the attached master bathroom.
"I was bad.”
“Do you need a spanking?”
Unable to tell him, she nodded her head, hoping he could see well enough to make her feel better.
“Daddy will help you, Rosebud. First, let’s take off this T-shirt.”
Strong hands tugged the soft material from under her tummy and pulled it over her head. He dropped it to the floor below where her head dangled over the side of the mattress. Cool air drifted over her nude body and Rose shivered. His hands stroked over her bare skin, warming her slightly.
“I want you to count to thirty, Little girl. Then your spanking will be finished and all your bad decisions from yesterday will be wiped away. Can you do that for Daddy?” he asked.
Thirty spanks exceeded the number of swats he’d given her in the past. She knew her bottom would burn after that many. Nodding her head again, she whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Without a warm-up, Adam dropped his hand to her bottom. The sting instantly made her body arch upward. Placing a restraining hand on the small of her back, he reminded her, “Count, Little girl.”
“One,” she whispered and froze as another landed as soon as she spoke. “Two.”
Each one led to another until she wiggled on his lap. Her bottom burned with the heat of her punishment as Adam meted out the discipline she had earned and asked for. Tears dripped from her eyes to the floor.
When her punishment was almost halfway done, Rose reached back and wrapped her fingers around his wrist as her Daddy held her securely in place. She didn’t try to tug it away but just needed to touch him. To her delight, he lifted his hand and intermeshed his fingers with hers before pressing both back into place to hold her safely on his lap.
“Thirteen, fourteen,” she continued to count. The sting of each swat blurred together as that replay of the men attacking her disintegrated in her mind. She could think of nothing other than the feel of his hard thighs under her body and the impact of his hand on her bottom. Rose melted over his lap, ceding her control to this man.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered between the numbers she recited.
“That’s it, Little girl. You don’t always have to do everything alone. Daddy loves you so much. I’m so proud of you.”
“Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight.”
When she finally could announce, “Thirty,” her mind could only focus on his sweet encouragement and praise. She felt him lift her into his arms and cuddle her to his chest as he rocked her gently. Her Daddy stroked a hand over her hair and wiped the wetness of her tears from her cheeks.
“There’s my sweet Baby. I think you need some time being a very Little girl for your Daddy. Let’s get you a bottle,” he comforted her gently.