Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He started to spank her again before she could begin to worry. He spanked until her bottom went from pink to red and she started sobbing. Then he stopped so he could rub her lower back soothingly as she cried.
Carefully, he lifted her up so she was straddling him on the chair. He hadn’t spanked her too hard or long, not wanting to scare her or push her too much. But it had been a decent spanking, and she needed some tender care. Pulling her close, he rubbed her back as she sobbed against his chest.
“That’s it, little girl. Just let go. I have you. Daddy has you and he’s not going to let you go.”
CHAPTER 11
It was like he knew every word to say. Every word that would wrap itself around her heart and hold her warmly. Her bottom throbbed as she sat there on his lap, but that wasn’t really the reason she was crying. She wasn’t sure what it was. More like she… she was just letting go of a whole lot of emotion.
“Hey, are you all right? Are you in a lot of pain?” There was a worried note to his voice, and she knew that she had to get herself together and put his fears at ease.
Sitting back slightly, she wiped at her face with her arm.
“Wait a minute. Let me grab some tissues.” He reached over and grabbed some tissues that were sitting on a small table next to the chair.
That seemed like a strategic placement. She wondered how many Littles had been spanked in his chair.
Probably best not to know.
He leaned her back and then used the tissues to wipe her face. That was better, even if her nose was still stuffed up.
Then he grabbed some more tissues and held them to her nose. “Blow.”
Oh good. She blew her nose into the tissue, and he finished cleaning her up before throwing the tissue away. Then he clasped her face between his hands, watching her worriedly.
“What’s going on, Little girl?” he asked. “Was it too much? You should have safeworded.”
“No, no.” She shook her head. “That wasn’t it.”
“What is it, then?”
“I just… I just . . .”
Drat.
Get yourself together.
She felt so scattered.
“You know how you get a bottle of soda and you shake it and shake it?”
He nodded, looking confused and she couldn’t blame him for that. She felt confused and she was the one trying to explain how she felt.
“And then you undo the cap and it all explodes out? I feel like my cap was just loosened.”
Did he get it?
“I think I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yes, little girl. You’ve been holding your emotions in, and they’ve been bubbling, searching for a way out. The spanking gave you the excuse to let go and let everything out and now it’s hard to rein your emotions back in.”
“Wow. You said that so much better than I ever could.”
He smiled slightly as he wiped his thumb under her eye. Drat. Some stray tears were still working their way down her cheek.
“What were you holding so tightly to your chest, sweetheart?” he asked. “Is it something you can tell me? Sometimes it’s good to talk about these things.”
She breathed out a deep sigh. “Lots of stuff, I think. My dad dying. My brothers being so disapproving of the way I am, of the life I want to lead. Them wanting me to tone myself down so I fit in better. The guilt I feel over my mom’s death.”
“That’s a lot to carry around on your shoulders,” he told her, cupping the side of her face. “You should know that your mom’s death wasn’t your fault, but it also seems to me like perhaps you should talk to someone about that guilt. It’s not healthy for you to deal with. Losing a parent is so hard. Will you think about talking to a therapist? I don’t like that you’re living with these feelings and bottling them up.”
“Maybe,” she said. “I don’t know if they’d approve of me, either.”
“Firstly, screw anyone who doesn’t approve of you because you are amazing. And you will tell me if anyone makes you feel less, understand? You do not have to tone yourself down to fit in with anyone. You’re perfect how you are.”
“What will you do if someone does do that?” she asked, shocked by how fierce he looked and sounded.
“I will ruin them.”
Whoa.
Those words went straight through her body, heating her from the inside out. Seemed like she enjoyed his protectiveness.
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine, little girl.”
Yep. She liked his possessiveness too. “Thank you,” she told him.
His eyebrows rose. “I wasn’t expecting you to thank me.”
“No? What were you expecting?”
“I suppose I was expecting you to react how my ex would have. Which isn’t fair now that I take a moment to think about it, because you are nothing like her.”