Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Chapter 17
The afternoon sun shone weakly through the windows, leaving shadows here and there as she sleepily glanced around the nursery. She’d tossed off the covers at some point because the room was warm. Scythe must have turned up the heat.
She turned to roll out of her crib, but the railing was up. Winnie rattled it. It didn’t budge. Rising to her knees, she examined the railing and tried to figure out how it lowered. There must be a latch somewhere she couldn’t reach.
“Daddy?” she called, looking toward the door. “Oh! You’re here.”
Scythe lounged against one side of the door frame. “I heard you wake up. You slept well.”
She rubbed her eyes. “I guess so. This is stuck.”
“Nope. It’s doing its job to prevent a Little girl from falling out of bed.” He did something to unlock the railing and slid it down out of the way.
“But…. You don’t have to put that up. I won’t tumble out….” Winnie leaned too far over as she dramatized her point and saw the ground coming up toward her.
“Gotcha.” Scythe caught her with an arm around her waist and set Winnie safely on her feet. “The railing will go up when you’re in your crib.”
Winnie shrugged. She couldn’t argue with him now. When his gaze strayed to her face as she moved, Winnie remembered she was only wearing the special panties. “I need some clothes, Daddy.”
“It’s plenty warm in here, Little girl. You need to get used to being just in your skin. I’ll let you wear these for the rest of the day,” he said, patting her padded bottom.
Before she could think of something to counter that declaration with, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom across the hall. Once inside, he left the door open and pulled her underwear down. She collapsed to the toilet and, to her embarrassment, immediately tinkled.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Winnie assured him.
“Chipmunk, I’ve already seen you pee. There are no secrets between a Little girl and her Daddy.” He grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and tugged Winnie to her feet. Bending her over, he efficiently wiped her while she tried to figure out if she was turned on or horrified.
His hand lingered on her bottom. “You’re warm. Do you feel okay?”
“I’m fine, Daddy.” She reached down to tug up her underwear, but Scythe brushed her hands away and scooped her up in his arms.
When he returned to the nursery and stretched her out on her side on the changing table facing the wall, she suspected she was in trouble. Winnie tried to turn over, but Scythe held her firmly in place as he drew a wide strap over her ribcage and attached it snuggly. He hooked another restraint around her calves and tethered them bent against the back edge of the padding.
When she tried to unfasten the closest strap, he swatted her butt hard. “You are fine, Little girl. I won’t hurt you. I am going to check to see if you’re sick. Do you need me to tie your hands to keep you from getting into trouble?”
She nodded without thinking.
“Good girl.” Scythe didn’t ask any more questions.
“I’m kidding, Scythe. You don’t need to do that.”
“Daddy,” he said, wrapping an inch-wide strap around her hands and securing them above her head.
“Really, Daddy.”
“Pick a safe word, Chipmunk.”
“A safe word?” she asked as he opened the drawer below her and pulled out a large tube.
“Yes. Something that you’ll remember but wouldn’t normally say. Red always works.”
“Red.” She seized on that idea.
“Good girl. I’m going to take your temperature. Little girls have their temperatures checked rectally. That’s the most accurate way.” He unscrewed the lid and set it behind her.
“In my bottom?” she repeated, staring at the thick ointment he squeezed onto his fingertip.
“This may be a bit cool. It will warm up quickly.”
She squealed as he lifted her top buttock and dabbed the mixture on the tight ring of muscles he’d revealed. He held her firmly in place as he pressed his finger inside.
“Relax your muscles, Chipmunk. You are very narrow, but I won’t hurt you. Daddy needs to start plugging this cute bottom, so you’ll be ready to enjoy my cock here.”
“No, Daddy.” She shook her head rapidly to dissuade him of that idea. What would lovemaking there would feel like? She clenched her thighs together as her body responded to his electrifying caresses. He didn’t seem convinced as he concentrated on her bottom, moving his finger in and out to spread the lubricant everywhere.
The sensations overwhelmed her. Her juices welled from inside her, responding to his treatment. Could he tell she was aroused? She hovered between completely embarrassed and so turned on as he touched her in this forbidden spot.
Scythe’s finger pressed deep inside her and paused. Winnie glanced back at him. Hunger etched his face. It released something inside her. She didn’t need to pretend with this man. He got her.