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)
She shuddered but her precious legs parted.
“Keep your hands tucked under you. If you reach back, Daddy might swat them and hurt you.”
“Okay.” Her voice was soft. Reverent. “I won’t move them, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He rubbed her bottom a few more seconds before lifting his palm and swatting her.
She flinched but didn’t protest. She wasn’t as stunned as she’d been the first time he’d spanked her. Eventually she would know what to expect and not stiffen over his lap. But this was new to her. For now, he needed to take things slower than he would in the future.
After warming her up enough that she was relaxed against him, he increased the pressure, spanking her harder until her bottom was a lovely shade of pink. Just dark enough to serve as a reminder but not too red that she would bruise.
When he was finished, he rubbed her heated skin again. “Such a good girl. I’m proud of you for accepting your spanking, Rosebud.” He stood her on her feet, holding her by the hips to make sure she didn’t sway too far.
She sniffled. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy.”
He kissed her forehead, stood, and took her hand to lead her to the naughty corner. “You’ll stand here now while I get dinner on the table.”
She inched into the corner, glancing up at him. “I don’t think I like this idea, Daddy,” she murmured.
“You’re not supposed to like it, Rosebud. It’s punishment.”
She sighed as he guided her so that her forehead touched the corner, her nose almost against the wall. “Clasp your hands behind your back and part your legs, Rosebud,” he encouraged.
She shivered as she obeyed him, whimpering. “Daddy…”
He set a hand on her back. “What, Little girl?”
“My, uh, my pussy is needy.”
“I know, Rosebud. You enjoy having your bottom spanked. I don’t think you’re going to enjoy standing in timeout though. After a few minutes, your arousal will lessen, and then we can eat.”
She shivered again, a sweet sigh leaving her mouth. “Okay, Daddy,” she murmured.
Adam was so proud of her he couldn’t stop smiling as he headed for the oven to remove the casserole he’d made earlier in the evening. He’d turned the oven down to its lowest setting to keep it warm while he’d gone to meet Rose after work.
He was glad he’d chosen a comfort food now because his Little girl was going to need it after her punishment. After putting the casserole on the table, adding a tossed salad and place settings, he returned to Rose.
“Do you feel better, Little Rosebud?”
She sniffled and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you for disciplining me. I’ll be a good girl tomorrow.”
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “Let’s wipe away those tears and eat some dinner.” He led her to the sink, wet a washcloth, and gently cleaned away her tears and most of her makeup.
As he guided her to the table, she glanced at him. “I can’t eat naked, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Are you sure? I don’t think it would be a hardship for me,” he teased.
She shook her head. “Can I at least have a shirt?”
He reached over his head, pulled off the T-shirt he’d changed into after work, and turned to put it on her.
She giggled. “Daddy…”
“What?” He pulled out her chair and helped her sit before pushing her in.
“This isn’t better,” she stated.
“Why not? You’re covered.”
She smiled broadly as her gaze roamed his chest. “But now you’re not. And I don’t know if I can eat with your sexy chest exposed.”
He laughed. “I bet you can find a way.” He dished up a helping of casserole onto her plate.
She leaned over it and inhaled deeply. “That smells so good. It’s ooey gooey and cheesy!”
“Yep. I thought you would like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” She kicked her feet but then winced.
He glanced at her, fighting a grin. “Does your bottom hurt?”
“Uh huh.”
He dished up some salad too, giving her a reasonably sized portion. “Eat your dinner, Rosebud.”
She took a bite and moaned around it. “That’s so good, Daddy. Delish!”
“I’m glad you like it. Drink your milk too. You need the calcium. I noticed you didn’t drink much this morning. You traded it for coffee.”
She winced. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll try your way tomorrow, but what if it doesn’t work and I’m a raving bitch by eleven in the morning?”
He shot her a narrowed gaze. “Language, Little girl.”
“Sorry, Daddy, but it’s true. I might be that B word if I don’t have coffee.”
“If you feel that out of sorts, we’ll revisit the subject and wean you off gradually instead. How does that sound?”
Her face lit up. “That might work.”
“Try it. Stick with water, fruit juices, and milk for three days. I bet you’ll feel more alert and energetic. If not, we’ll renegotiate.”
“Okay. That’s fair.” She put another bite of casserole in her mouth, moaned around it, and swallowed. “You’re the bestest Daddy ever.”