Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“I’m really sorry,” I said softly once I could speak.
“Are you?” he asked.
I might never have been in this situation before, but I’d devoured enough books on the Daddy/Little dynamic to know enough that I wasn’t supposed to turn around. But then again, I’d known I wasn’t exactly supposed to jump that fence either. Jumping was to be contained to the special equestrian fences Lincoln had erected in one of the corrals when he’d learned how much I enjoyed the sport. So I turned and looked up at the man who was my world.
“To be honest, not really. I mean, I am very, very sorry for scaring you. I probably should have—”
“We should have,” Kate cut in which only made me love her even more.
“We should have factored that in, but please know that was never our intention,” I said, reaching out to place my hand against his chest. “For that I am really sorry. Next time—”
“There will not be a next time,” Lincoln declared even as he covered my hand with his and gave my fingers a squeeze. “And I not only accept your apology, I believe I know—”
“We know—” Luther corrected which caused my Daddy’s lips to quirk.
“I stand corrected. We know why you two hatched this plan.”
“You do?”
“Pixie, you’ve been pushing against that boundary for weeks now. You may have been too hesitant to make that final push on your own—”
“But Kate was only too happy to join forces with you,” Luther offered.
“That’s what besties do, Daddy!” Kate said.
Luther sighed. “Can’t argue that, can we? But the interruptions stop now, little girl, is that clear ? Otherwise you’ll be writing lines all night.”
Kate’s head turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “But the dance is tonight, Daddy.”
“All the more reason to get this show on the road.”
As if taking that as his cue to accept the pass off of the baton, Lincoln turned back to me.
“So what I’m hearing has me believing that you needed to see if I was all talk and no action, right?”
“No, Daddy, I’ve known you were a man of action ever since the first time you spanked me. What I wasn’t sure of was if I could walk the talk.”
“I’m afraid I’m not following.” His brow furrowed. “Are you saying you have doubt that you are a—”
“No!” I cut him off, kicking myself for ever causing him to, even for the briefest moment, fear I was about to rip out his heart. “I’m definitely a Little. Your Little girl, but, Daddy, it’s one thing being your Little when it’s easy, but I needed to see for myself if I am your Little through and through. And that means I needed to know if I can give up…” I paused trying to think of the best way to phrase what I was trying to convey.
“Your jeans and panties,” Kate offered then yelped when her Daddy’s hand landed on her butt. “Sorry! I was trying to help move this along!”
“She’s right,” I said with a smile. “I knew I could lay over your lap in the privacy of your room, but had to know if I could stand before you and other Daddies and Littles bare-assed as well. I thought it best to discover the answer before we ever attend one of the get-togethers with others in the lifestyle… those outside of our little family.”
“Seems our Little girls have been talking about more than hatching plans,” Luther said. “You know anything about that, Kate?”
Kate turned her head toward her Daddy and then used a finger to zip her mouth shut.
“Besties,” Lincoln reminded him, but when his brow smoothed and his lips quirked, I knew he wasn’t upset. “Pixie, I must say it appears to me you’re doing a very fine job.”
Call me nuts, but I felt immensely proud of myself and nodded. “I am, aren’t I?”
“You are,” Luther agreed.
“Yep, the bestest job,” Kate called from her corner of the room. “Ouch!”
My Daddy stepped back. “Since your bestie seems determined to cheer you on at the cost of her own backside are you ready to see how good of a job your Daddy does to color your butt that special shade of red he loves so very much?”
“Giddyup,” I said and he just grinned and after crouching to guide my feet free of the clothing at my ankles, I took his hand and followed him to the same couch where he’d first held me.
“Ohhh,” I said, looking at the object that was already waiting on the cushion. “Is… is that a paddle?”
It sure isn’t a lollipop.
I’m sure Daddy couldn’t only hear that silent snark, but he forgave it as he picked the item up. “It’s not just a paddle, it’s a very special paddle.”
Part of me really didn’t want to know why it was special. I’d read about all sorts of paddles in those books. The only ones I remembered as having any specialty, were the ones that hurt the most. The ones with holes drilled into them, ones made of leather or worse, acrylic, but this one appeared to be wood, but I really couldn’t be sure. Not until I asked. “What makes it special, Daddy?”