Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“What kind of rewards?”
“What would help you make good decisions?”
“Candy.”
“We could add a few treats to your reward list in a limited amount. It’s not good for your body or your teeth. What else would you enjoy?” he asked, setting limits.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she hesitated.
“How about special time with Daddy? Going to a fun restaurant or exploring a new place together?”
“I’d enjoy those things.”
“Stickers or fancy glitter pens for your diary?”
She nodded eagerly. “You’re good at this.”
“Orgasms?” he suggested and smiled when her eyes widen.
“Those could be rewards?”
“Of course. Say you get recognized at work for something wonderful. That should warrant a reward, right?” Zale suggested. Her eager nods made him smile.
“So, I just avoid punishments and grab all the rewards,” she joked.
“That’s an excellent idea. I think it would be a good idea for Daddy to spank you now.”
“But I haven’t been bad,” Pippa protested.
“There are good girl spankings as well. They help little girls deal with tension and worry. Sometimes a fresh start makes all the difference to moving forward.”
She stared at him as if he’d grown a second and third head. Zale would have delayed his suggestion had he not seen her squeeze her thighs together. The idea aroused her.
“Come here, Pippa.” Zale pushed back his chair and patted his lap.
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t like repeating myself, Pippa. Come here.”
Slowly, she stood up, as if giving him all the time in the world to tell her he was joking. He guided her next to his thigh and said, “Choose a safe word, Pippa. You say that and Daddy will stop immediately.”
“Can I just say it now?”
“You could—then you’ll never know.”
She stared at him for a few seconds. “Eggplant.”
Zale couldn’t help but smile. “Why eggplant?”
“I won’t ever like that, no matter what you do to it.”
“Fair enough. I won’t even try to change your mind. All spankings happen on a bare bottom.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties and pulled the garments down to her knees. Before she could scurry away, he picked her up and draped her over his thighs.
“Good girl. You’re okay.”
“I don’t like this,” she wailed.
He smoothed a hand over her bottom before giving her a series of firm pats to warm her skin. When the tension in her muscles relaxed, Zale delivered her first true swat. A gasp fell from her lips, and she clung to his calf. Continuing without pause, he scattered the punishment across her skin, never staying too long at any one spot.
It didn’t take long for her to kick her legs. He could see the shine of her juices gathering on her inner thighs. Zale landed the next blow along the seam of her pussy.
“Daddy!” she whispered and squirmed.
“Sometimes, the sting of a spanking gets mixed up with the thrill of arousal. That’s what makes a good girl spanking so effective.”
Combining alluring touches with slaps to her skin, Zale knew she needed the release of a good cry as well as an orgasm. Both would do her a world of good. He smiled at the sound of a sniffle that escaped from her.
Suspecting that she was fighting the emotions inside, he increased the speed of his swats. It took about a minute before the sobs materialized. Instantly, Zale switched to soothing caresses. He rubbed his hand over her pink skin and allowed his fingers to explore. She froze on his lap.
“You did an excellent job taking your spanking, little girl. That deserves a good girl reward, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, but continued to stroke her intimately. She was so wet. Zale traced a finger along the inner lips of her pussy and tapped the small bud. When she gasped, he pressed two fingers deep into her tight channel.
Sliding them in and out, he paid special attention to her sensitive opening and noted that she didn’t react with any discomfort. Pleasuring her allowed him to check that she hadn’t torn as well. He didn’t feel any evidence of problems—just sheer delight and responsiveness. Putting aside his concern, Zale concentrated on enjoying the sensation of her pussy quivering around his probing fingers. His erection threatened to burst through his shorts as he remembered just how incredible his cock had felt inside her.
When she lifted her bottom to meet his strokes, Zale rotated his hand to brush his thumb against her clit. When the walls of her channel clamped down on his fingers, Zale knew she enjoyed his direct touch on that sensitive cluster of nerves. Zale popped her again on the bottom, drawing a gasp from Pippa.
“I like having you over my lap, little girl. Maybe this will be the way I take your temperature.”
“What?” she said, sounding distracted.
“I have a thick thermometer that is made to go in your bottom, Pippa. I’m sure it will feel cold at first when it slides inside. It will go right here,” he told her.