Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her hair was down. He’d never seen it down. He’d learned that when she was working, she wore it in a bun. Every other time he’d seen her, she’d had it pulled up in either a bun at work or a ponytail at home. Now, seeing it cascading down around her shoulders visually illustrated the difference between her work persona and her Little. The thick brown waves called him to run his fingers through them. He couldn’t wait to exercise that liberty. Soon.
He forced himself to focus on her gorgeous hair, rosy cheeks, and big brown eyes before letting his gaze roam down her body, slowly soaking in her perfection despite the lingering sign of bruises. He’d seen her in workout clothes that had given away some of her secrets, but he’d never seen her like this. His chest tightened. Damn.
This sexy woman in front of him, nervously fidgeting as he soaked her in, was his Little girl. The woman with the amazing breasts that were high and firm on her chest, the nipples hard points he could easily see through the nightie, was his.
She had fantastic curves, amazing hips, and long toned legs. He hated that some other man had misrepresented himself as a Daddy and hurt her. He vowed to replace those bad memories with new ones and remind her every day for the rest of her life that she was perfect and deserved to be treated with dignity and respect.
“Come here, Mae Bug,” he encouraged, holding out a hand.
She shuffled toward him, biting her bottom lip.
He adored how she could be both fierce and stern and in charge in her day job but let herself relax into her Little self at home.
As soon as she was close enough to reach out and touch, he lifted his gaze. “Why do you own this nightie, Little girl?” he asked before he could stop himself.
She swallowed. “No one else has ever seen it if that’s what you’re asking. I bought it for myself. It makes me feel Little.”
He lifted a brow. “It’s awfully sexy for a Little girl,” he teased, smiling.
She shrugged. “My Little is pretty sexy.” She did that thing where she shifted her weight back and forth again. Her bare feet were so pretty. Her toenails were painted pink, which surprised him, but he supposed no one at work ever saw them so maybe she liked to have something girly under her clothes. He wondered what sort of panties she wore to work, but he wouldn’t ask.
“Your Little is very sexy,” he countered as he reached forward to finger the teeny tiny strap that held the nightie up. One small tug and it would easily tear and leave her naked.
“Before we do anything else,” he said, “I want you to know that you’re not obligated to have sex with me. We don’t have to go that far tonight. My goal is to show you how good it feels to have your bottom spanked. As long as I leave here with you knowing you’re my Little girl, that’s all that matters.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He took her hand and pulled her closer until she stood between his legs. “I want you to lie on the bed on your tummy and pull your knees up under you so your bottom is in the air.”
Her breath hitched. “You’ll be careful, right?”
“I’ll be so careful you won’t even know I’m spanking you at first, Mae Bug. I promise. I’ll check in with you every few minutes to make sure you’re still okay before I continue. That’s how a responsible Daddy behaves.”
“Okay.”
As he stood, she climbed onto the bed and assumed the position he’d requested. Damn, she was exquisite.
He set one hand on her lower back, and he used the other to push the hem of the flimsy material over her firm, rounded bottom. The only thing she had on underneath was indeed the matching thong. He could see every inch of her amazingly silky skin.
Trace drew in shallow breaths. He needed to be very careful with his Little girl. A proper spanking could easily erase whatever she’d experienced in the past.
Stroking lightly over her bottom, Trace praised her, “You are so beautiful, Mae Bug. I am a very lucky Daddy to have found you.”
He raised his hand an inch from her flesh and spanked her lightly. Trace saw her quick inhale and noticed she held her breath. “Breathe, baby.” He caressed her skin and loved her sexy wiggle.
As she exhaled, he popped her lightly again. This time, his soothing stroke followed the thin strap of the thong between her legs. Trace didn’t allow himself to explore the wetness he found there. That would come later.
Randomly spreading his attention, he swatted the fine curves of her bottom. Each time, he waited for her to relax after the quick sting and rewarding her with increasingly intimate caresses.