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)
She bit her lip. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You know you’re going to have to be punished for that, don’t you?”
“Isn’t the fact that I nearly didn’t make it to the toilet in time punishment enough?”
“Nice try, but no.”
“Shoot.”
“This is what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to take care of your spanking, and then we’re both going to shower and get dressed. I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“You are?”
“Yep. I don’t start work until later tomorrow. So we’re going out for dinner.”
“A date?” she asked. “Will we move to second base?”
“Only if you’re ready for that.”
“I’m not sure how I’ll react, but I’d like to try.” She looked determined. But he wanted her soft and relaxed. Turned on.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
She bit her lip, looking shy. “I’m not very good at, um, kissing.”
“Really? That hasn’t been my experience with kissing you.”
“I was just following your lead,” she confessed.
“Do you like following my lead?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“So you’d prefer me to kiss you instead?”
“God, yes.” Relief filled her face.
“Good girl for telling me what you need,” he praised her. “That’s going to get you a treat.”
“Treasure?” she asked.
“No. I still think we need to limit your treasure.”
“Donuts?”
“Possibly something else we need to limit.”
She pouted. “Don’t be like that, Daddy. Nobody likes a Donut Grinch.”
“A Donut Grinch!” he said, outraged. “How dare you!” He tickled her, and she shifted around on his lap, nearly sliding right off.
“Careful. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” He grabbed her, holding her until he was sure she was steady. Then he pulled her in for a kiss.
He started off gently. Even though she’d given permission for him to take the lead, he knew he still had to be mindful of her state of mind.
So when she melted against him, he took it for the gift it was.
Her trust. Her submission. Her need for him.
They were things he swore never to take for granted.
When he deepened the kiss, she met him stroke for stroke. He decided to push her slightly and ran his hand down to squeeze her ass. She moaned into his mouth. Her hips moved back and forth as though she was searching for more.
But he forced himself to draw back.
A whimper escaped her. “Daddy.”
“Shh. You can have more later.”
“No. Now.”
“Someone is feeling greedy. But she’ll have to wait.”
Her eyes widened. “Daddy! I thought you would give me whatever I wanted!”
“I’ll give you what you need. And what you want within reason.”
“Daddy,” she sighed.
“Yes?”
“That’s entirely too sensible.”
“Sorry, baby. Would it help you feel less turned on if we get on with your punishment?”
She gasped. “I don’t need a punishment.”
“You most certainly do, Little girl. It seems that you need even closer watching than I thought.”
Greer studied him.
Satisfaction and hunger filled his face.
Maybe he really was made for her. Broken bits and all.
She loved the way he took care of her. Even if he did need to stop calling the toilet a potty.
“Now, before your spanking I want you to go pee. And have a drink of water. Where is your water bottle?”
“Umm. I’m not sure. On the kitchen table, I guess.”
“Off you go, then.” He lifted her off his lap and gave her a slap on the butt.
“Hey!” she protested. “Is that the start of the punishment?”
“Nope. Get a move on. I’ll wait for you here.”
She dawdled. No one ever rushed toward a punishment, right? Well, maybe they did. But not her. After a drink of water, she walked into the bathroom.
He strode into the bathroom as she was washing her hands.
“Hey! I could have been on the toilet.”
“You’ve been gone fifteen minutes. I was worried you’d fallen into the toilet.”
“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration.”
“It’s not. But it just means we’ll have to take care of your punishment here.”
“Here?” She gulped. “How? On the toilet?”
“Uh, no. That doesn’t sound pleasant. I want you to put your hands on the edge of the counter. I’m going to pull your pants down. Okay?”
She didn’t know whether it was better or worse that he asked for her permission before drawing down her pants.
Her breathing increased slightly. She didn’t know why this felt different from when he’d taken her pants down while she was over his knee.
But she felt more vulnerable. Even though he left her panties on.
“All right, Little girl?” he asked, studying her in the mirror. He rubbed her bottom soothingly.
Kind of a weird thing to do when he was about to wallop it. But she felt herself melting slightly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. It’s a count of ten.”
Crap. She’d barely recovered from the last spanking.
Okay, so she knew she was a bit of a wimp when it came to pain. Ten probably seemed like nothing to some people. But not for her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to think about how you can improve your eating and drinking habits when you’re alone. And remember to go to the bathroom.”