Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
He wasn’t going to do anything that might truly harm her.
“You’re going to get twenty with my hand.”
Gulp.
She wasn’t going to sit comfortably tomorrow.
“When you’re ready, I want you to lay yourself across my lap.”
“I have to do it?”
“Yes.”
This wasn’t cool. At all. But she took a step back so he could close his legs. Then she climbed onto the bed next to him and lay over his lap.
“Good girl. Remember, you can stop this at any time by saying your safeword. But if you do, I’ll have to think up an alternative punishment. That you will not like.”
Okay, then. Good to know.
She felt him undo the back of her onesie, then he reached in to draw her panties down her ass. She sucked in a breath, growing tense.
He placed a warm hand on her bottom. “You okay, baby girl?”
Was she? She waited for panic or fear.
But this was Hack. And the warmth of his hand soon started making her warm up from the inside out.
“I’m all right, Daddy.”
“My brave girl. Remember, it’s a count of twenty.”
The first few were always the hardest. By the time the sixth smack landed, she was kicking her feet and wishing like heck that she’d told him what was going on.
By the time he got to number ten, she was ready for it to be over. Sobs broke free as he kept going, tears running down her cheeks. She lost track of the number of smacks. Her bottom was a hot, flaming mess and she was exhausted. She lay on his lap, crying, as she waited for him to finish.
Smack! Smack!
“That’s it. All done,” he told her, sounding as relieved as she felt. Which was odd.
He rubbed her back as she cried.
“Daddy?” she asked when she calmed down a bit.
“Yes, my baby?”
“Are you going to give me snuggles?”
“In a moment. First, I want you to think for a while about what you did wrong.”
Crap.
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Hack couldn’t believe that she’d tried to protect him from a spider tonight. He was meant to do the protecting.
“Have you thought about what you did?”
“Yes, Daddy. I have! I’m sorry.”
“And are you going to keep anything from me again?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Who protects you?”
“You do, Daddy. I really am sorry.”
“Good girl. Then it’s snuggle time.”
“Yes! The bestest time of the day.”
She was so darn cute. And sexy.
He fixed her clothing, then he turned her over and sat on the bed with her on his lap.
“I have a question.”
“Tell me,” he said.
“When you were in the bathroom at the hotel and you yelled out . . . were you . . . um . . .”
“Spanking the monkey? Shaking hands with the milkman? Polishing the banister? Oh my God. Now, I’m starting to sound like the Fox.”
She giggled, which is what he’d hoped for. “He’s definitely um, unusual.”
“I want you to promise me that you’ll never talk of him to anyone. It’s really important. No one outside of our group.”
“I promise.”
He sighed. “Good girl. And yeah, I was jerking off.”
“Oh.” She looked away. Was she embarrassed? Horrified? “There was no spider?”
“Uh, no.”
“Should I spank you for lying to me?” she asked.
“I don’t think so, Little girl.”
Her gaze narrowed.
“But you do get a boon.”
“A boon?”
“Hmm, you can ask something from me. As long as it isn’t something that puts either of us in danger, is a risk to anyone’s health or career, then I’m sure I will grant it.”
She looked thoughtful. Then her face went red.
“You’ve thought of something.”
“No, it doesn’t matter.”
“Hey, if it’s something that you want you can tell me. Is it more treasure? I can go get my treasure chest.”
“No, it’s not that,” she said hastily.
Okay, he was getting very curious now.
“What is it?”
“Well, you know how we’ve talked about ways to help me become comfortable with the idea of sex . . .” she trailed off, looking even more embarrassed.
“Hey, we’re going to go at your pace. If you’re not ready for anything, then we won’t do it. Whether that takes two dates or twenty. Understand?”
The last thing he ever wanted was to upset her. Or to make her fear him. That would be devastating.
“It’s just . . . I kind of have an idea. Only . . . I don’t know if it will work or if I’ll freak out. And that’s if you even want to do it. Just . . . I just don’t know.”
“Right. Well, I’m not going to know until you tell me, am I?”
“I read about something in one of the Daddy Dom books I like.”
“What was it? Do you want to spend more time in Little space? We can do that. I know it’s not easy when I’m working a lot, but I’ve been thinking about cutting my shifts down.”
“No, it’s not . . . wait, what? Really?”
“Yeah. Working at the hospital isn’t as fulfilling as it once was for me.”