Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Fuck.
She had a point.
But as he studied her, he saw a flash of satisfaction in her face.
“Hmm, you are right. Unfortunately, there is an interest clause.”
Devi gave him a suspicious look. “What’s an interest clause?”
“Well, every day that goes past, the punishment increases. The punishment for the salt in my coffee is now up to about three hundred spanks.”
“Nooo, Daddy!”
“Luckily, you’re not getting spanked for that. I want you to head into the bedroom and lay on your back on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
45
Devi lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
This sucked.
Big time.
What was Hayes even doing? Was he torturing her? He was. She should complain about him.
“I’m going to get a lawyer!” she cried as he walked into the bedroom.
“And what do you need a lawyer for, Little girl?” he asked as he set something down by her hip. She tried to twist to see it, but she couldn’t.
Dismissing it, she glared up at him. “Because you must be breaking Little law!”
“Little law?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest as he stared down at her.
“Yep! Little law! It clearly states that you can’t bring up old trans . . . transgressions! Yep. Uh-huh. And it also says you can’t punish someone when they hadn’t been given the rules. No. Naughty. Also, you can’t make a Little girl wait in the bedroom for her punishment. I need a lawyer. I think Gwen could help.”
“Hmm, that’s an interesting idea. However, there is no such thing as Little law. And Gwen isn’t a Little lawyer.”
“Well, that just sucks.”
“It’s going to for you.” He kneeled on the bed next to her hips and then reached under his T-shirt that she was wearing to draw down her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Spankings are given on the bare bottom.”
“Daddy! Noooo!”
“That’s not your safeword,” he said to her.
No. It wasn’t. Drat.
“Can you put your good arm above your head and rest your sore arm on the mattress?”
He hadn’t put the sling back on so it was easy to move her arm. But why did he want her to do that?
He grasped hold of her legs and drew them back to her chest so her knees were bent and her bottom was fully on display.
Well, that answered her question.
“Daddy!” she cried.
“I want you to use your safeword if your arm hurts or anything other than your bottom hurts. If you get overwhelmed or scared, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Because you’re a meanie?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Because I put myself down and put salt in your coffee and got off the sofa and . . . and the other thing.” She could feel herself blushing.
“That’s right. Although I have another sort of punishment for the salt.”
Without any more warning, he smacked his hand down on her ass.
This was a very strange position to be spanked in. Not that she’d been spanked as an adult before. She wasn’t sure she liked it at all. She could barely move, couldn’t wriggle away. And she had to look up at him. Hayes looked so stern, so serious.
“I don’t like you seeing my spanked face!” she cried, shutting her eyes.
He paused. “Your what?”
“My face when you’re spanking me. I don’t want you to see it. Or to see your face. It feels too weird.”
“All right, baby. You keep your eyes shut, then. I won’t be shutting mine. I like looking at all of you. Your face.” Smack. “Your bottom.” Smack. “Your thighs.” Smack. “I can even see a hint of that delicious pussy.” Smack.
Dear Lord.
Just kill her now.
But the world didn’t open up and swallow her whole. And Hayes kept spanking her until her ass was throbbing and she had started sobbing. Then he stopped. But instead of lowering her legs so she could cover herself, he rubbed the heat into her ass.
“Daddy! No!”
“No, what?” he asked. “I’m just rubbing your bottom.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why not? It’s a very cute bottom. And it’s all pink. Delicious.” He lowered her legs then lay next to her, drawing her carefully against his chest to hold her. He ran his hand up and down her back until her breathing slowed.
“That’s it, baby girl. You doing okay? Was that all right for a first spanking?”
“First and only!” she cried.
He let out a low laugh. “I don’t think so, baby girl.”
She was so caught up in the fact that he’d laughed, something that was rare and beautiful, that it took a moment for her brain to decipher his words.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Are you saying that spankings are a hard limit?”
“No, I’m saying that Devi is a good girl and won’t get any more.”
“Now, I know you’re joking.”
Rude.
He kissed her lightly, his finger under her chin before he got up and kneeled again. Then he gathered up her legs to peer down at her.