Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“So, what would I do exactly?” I’m not convinced, but I’m at least willing to hear more.
“Play, relax, sleep, eat healthy, soak in the sunshine, and have almost no responsibilities. You’d let me Daddy you and make decisions for you. It’s rejuvenating for many people even if they only stay a week or two.”
“What would you get out of it? That sounds like a lot of work for someone who’s pretty sure she’s not interested in a long-term arrangement. Besides, even if I were, I have a job here. I have to be at work at the end of the summer at the high school.”
“The end of the summer is a long way off, Little bunny. And don’t you ever worry about what I would get out of taking care of you. Being a Daddy to a Little girl would be my greatest joy in life. Just like you enjoy being nurtured, I enjoy doing the nurturing. That’s why I moved to the island in the first place. I knew I was the sort of Daddy who wanted a fulltime Little girl in my life. Someone who would defer to me in all things and let me pamper her. I took the security job as a police officer so I could eventually make my dream a reality.”
“Why don’t you have a Little girl already then?”
He shrugs. “I haven’t met the right one yet. Or maybe I have.” He lifts a brow.
I shiver. Me? He thinks I could be his Little girl? “That’s a lot of pressure.”
“I don’t mean to pressure you. Think of it as an experiment for both of us. I bet it would do you good to get away for a while.” He pats my bottom while he rocks me. It’s soothing. It feels good.
A thought occurs to me. I twist to look at him. He’s so sexy. So handsome. It’s kind of hard to look at him without agreeing to just about anything. But I find my voice. “Are you planning to spank me?”
He furrows his brow. “You mean now?”
“No. I mean ever,” I say bravely.
“Well, the island has strict rules for Little girls, bunny, so you’ll probably end up over my knee.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to be spanked.”
He stops patting me to rub my bottom. “Have you ever been spanked, Petra?”
“No,” I murmur.
“You’ve been a member here for a long time. No one has ever spanked you?”
I shake my head again. “I don’t like it.”
“How do you know if you’d like it if you’ve never experienced it?”
I shrug. “I just don’t.”
“Were you spanked as a child, Little one?”
“No. I was never naughty, and I’m still not.”
“That’s a lot of pressure on yourself, don’t you think? It’s hard to be good all the time, and why would you want to?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like to get in trouble. I never did.”
“Mmm. Well, I would never do something you didn’t like, Little bunny. I can promise you that. Daddies spank their Little girls because they enjoy it. Little girls do naughty things because they like the intimacy of a spanking. Occasionally some Little girls really don’t like it. Maybe they have a low tolerance for pain, or they simply don’t find it soothing. If either of those things rings true for you, we’ll find another form of discipline. You can’t be perfect twenty-four-seven, Little one.”
“Yes, I can. I’m always good. I’ve never even had a traffic ticket.”
He chuckles. “That is pretty good, but aren’t you exhausted?”
I lower my shoulders.
“That must be tiring, being good all the time,” he points out. “But we can work on it. I’d rather see you learn to let yourself make mistakes sometimes. Do you have any other concerns?”
“Are you looking for someone to just be your Little, or are you attracted to me like, uh, sexually?”
He smiles. “I’m definitely attracted to you sexually.” He slides his hand up and strokes one of my pigtails. “You’re stunning and sweet and kind and funny and smart and so many other things. I bet half the Daddies in The Dungeon are attracted to you. And I bet you keep them all at arm’s length.”
He’s right. I do. I come here and keep my head down and play with the other Littles without interacting with the Daddies usually. “That’s silly. No Daddies are interested in me,” I retort.
He gives me another slow smile. “Oh, Little bunny…”
My face heats, and I roll my eyes.
He gives me a shake. “Did you just roll your eyes?”
I bite into my bottom lip and nod.
“See? That’s naughty. Little girls who roll their eyes usually end up over their Daddy’s knee. I bet you’re capable of plenty of naughty things. You just don’t know it.”
The thought of him spanking me makes me clench my thighs together. I shake my head. “Don’t spank me, Sir.”