Blue Raspberry (Little Cakes #3) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Paige Michaels
Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

He kind of wished she’d chosen to call him Daddy, but hearing Sir from her lips was also heart stopping. Oh yeah, it was time to spank his Little girl.

Chapter Eight

“Come with me,” Wyatt directed. Taking her hand, he led Lark to the sofa.

When he sat down, she hovered by his side, wanting to run away but needing to stay. All her worries seemed much worse than the punishment he prepared her to receive.

“When you earn a spanking, it will always be on your bare bottom.” Without allowing her to panic, Wyatt released her hand to hook his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull the clothing down to her knees.

Instantly, Lark shielded her nudity with her hands.

“Put your hands by your sides, kitten.”

Wyatt’s gaze focused on her face as he waited for her to follow his directions. It was so hard to move and reveal herself to him. What if he thought her body was unattractive? She could have shaved—or gotten waxed. Maybe he’d like that better.

“Your body is beautiful.”

He read her mind. Wyatt didn’t break their gaze, he just waited for her. Slowly, Lark forced her hands away.

“Good girl. Over Daddy’s lap, kitten.”

He guided her over his thighs and caressed her exposed skin. Slowly, Lark relaxed her muscles to drape over his hard thighs. Her fingers and toes barely grazed the floor, keeping her off balance. Her Daddy was totally in control.

Her Daddy. Wyatt was her Daddy. She was gradually accepting his role and the terminology. Just like Ellie had Garrett and Daisy had Tarson, Wyatt was her Daddy through and through.

It wasn’t nearly as scary as she’d thought for so long. He wasn’t offering her the kind of relationship her parents had had. Even though he was about to spank her, it wasn’t in anger. It wasn’t because she was inferior. Nor did it resemble the sort of BDSM she’d originally visualized. It was because he cared about her and wanted her to be her best self.

She knew deep inside that keeping things from him would never be healthy for their relationship. He was about to spank her as a reminder that she needed to come to him with her problems from now on.

Whack! That first swat took her by surprise and stung more than she had anticipated.

“Ow!” she protested, trying to wiggle from his lap.

“You kept secrets from Daddy,” he reminded her before landing several more stinging corrections to her bare bottom.

“It was private,” she protested, finding a bit of defiance inside.

“Did it affect our relationship? Did you worry about it?”

His questions came in succession, not giving her time to answer as he continued to deliver her punishment.

The stinging gave way to a hot, burning sensation. Tears fell from her eyes to drip onto the carpet below her. Lark wrapped her arms around her Daddy’s calf, holding on to him for stability. All the worry and nerves about how Wyatt would react to her virginity and, even more, how she could muster the courage to tell him gathered into a large ball of negativity.

Lark sobbed and felt a bit of that devilish energy abate. The next spank Wyatt delivered on her heated buttock pushed another cry from her. Again, Lark felt the bad feelings diminish. Abandoning herself to his control, Lark drooped limply over his lap. Each swat hurt but made her feel better. She wanted to examine it and figure out how he was making everything better, but the spanking kept her grounded in the present.

“Daddy?” she whispered urgently.

“Let Daddy be in control, kitten. I’ll help you get rid of all that stuff clouding your brain,” he promised as he continued to punish her.

Heat gathered between her legs. Lark squirmed, trying to keep her flailing legs together so he wouldn’t see how she was responding. The next swat landed low on her buttocks, his hand touching her intimately.

Lark reared up as Wyatt traced the cleft of her bottom into the juices that betrayed her. “Ohhh…” she whimpered as totally foreign feelings flooded into her.

“Who’s in charge?” Wyatt asked, exploring her pink folds.

“Daddy,” she gasped.

“Do you like me touching you?” he asked quietly as he drew a line over her inner lips.

Holding her breath, Lark hoped he wouldn’t stop. She clenched her thighs together, trapping his hand before subconsciously spreading her legs as far apart as her yoga pants around her knees would allow.

“Do you like my touch?” Wyatt asked again, reminding her that he had already asked that question.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He wouldn’t stop, would he? She couldn’t help begging, “Please...”

Wyatt tapped her clit, sending waves of sensations through her body. “Soon, we’re going to be together. Over time, I’m going to touch every inch of your body until you forget everything but us.”

The breath caught in her throat as she realized she’d already done this. He’d made her focus only on his touch and her reactions. She arched her back, urging him to touch her more.


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