Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She tried to relax, but it was hard. Instead, she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, worried about the stretch she would feel as the largest part of the plug forced her bottom wide.
Finally, it popped free, and she exhaled in relief.
“Good girl.” Daddy rubbed the outside of her tight hole for a moment, which was slightly mortifying and made her clench her butt cheeks.
“Daddy…” she protested.
He gave her a swat. “No part of you is off limits to Daddy, Little girl. Not even this tight little bottom. Did I not make that clear this morning?”
She swallowed and nodded against the cushions. He had made that clear when he’d pushed his fingers into her and held them there while she’d stood in timeout.
Instead of continuing to fight him, she decided it would be in her best interest to let him do what he was going to do anyway. She relaxed her tight cheeks and tried to think of something more pleasant while he examined her rear entrance.
“You did well with the plug today, Cherry. I’m proud of you. Next time I’ll use a larger one.”
She shook her head. “I don’t need a larger one, Daddy. I learned my lesson.”
He chuckled. “Little girls sometimes need a reminder so they will know who’s in charge. This first plug was very narrow, Cherry. Daddy will use larger ones in the future.”
She pursed her lips to keep from arguing. If she’d learned nothing else today, she knew for certain she should not argue with Daddy.
Somehow his firm commands and unwavering intentions made her feel more cared for than she’d ever felt in her life. No matter how naughty she was or what mischief she got into, he would always be there to remind her he cared and correct her behavior.
All she needed to do was learn to believe in him. In them. In his ability to be what she needed. In his desire to take care of her needs. She was slowly starting to trust that this might be for real.
If she hadn’t gotten the message yet, she was about to get a further reminder with his palm against her bottom.
“Would you like to tuck your hands under your head, Little girl? Or would you rather Daddy hold them at the small of your back?”
She folded her arms under her cheek against the leather cushion of the loveseat.
“Good choice. Don’t move them. You can cry while Daddy spanks you, but unless you want Daddy to explain the noises coming out of my office to my staff, I suggest you not scream loudly. It won’t change your punishment any. Daddy will decide when you’ve had enough.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured with a shudder. How hard and how long was he going to spank her? She for sure wasn’t going to cry out loud enough to draw attention, and she trusted him to know how much she could handle.
The first swats were gentle enough, but she suspected he was simply preparing her for what was to come. And she was right. Every few slaps against her skin he increased the intensity until he was spanking her bottom so hard she flinched with the impact.
She gritted her teeth, allowing more tears to fall but somehow managing to keep her voice low with soft sobs that increased as he continued. Her bottom was on fire, but she didn’t complain a single time.
Finally, Daddy was done, and he smoothed his palm over her burning skin.
She relaxed her body until she went limp against his lap, trembling slightly as a sense of relief washed over her.
When Daddy rolled her over to cradle her in his arms, he kissed her forehead. “Do you feel better, Cherry?”
She nodded slowly. It was an odd response. Why would she feel better after a hard spanking? She had the last time he’d spanked her too.
“Good. I suspect you were in need of a good spanking to release the pent-up anxiety from such a stressful day.”
“Yes, Sir.” She snuggled into him.
“I bet you aren’t going to argue with Daddy about taking a nap now, are you?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.” She was exhausted. A nap felt like the best idea in the world.
“Next time, you’ll trust Daddy to know what’s best for his Little girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured in agreement.
He helped her stand on her feet. “Can you stand on your own while Daddy finds some clothes for you?”
Her legs were wobbly, but she nodded as she watched him head to the desk. He’d carried in quite a few things in several bags, including a pair of panties and black leggings.
Her cheeks felt hot when he squatted down in front of her to help her into the panties. She wanted to argue that she could do it herself, but that didn’t seem prudent. Instead, she bit her tongue and let him dress her.