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)
Daddy set his hands on her tummy and trailed them up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. His voice was lower and gravelly when he spoke again. “To answer your question, my inquisitive Little girl, our special room will need exactly what any nursery needs. A crib, changing table, rocking chair, and toy box. We can add a naughty chair to the corner if you think you intend to spend much time in timeout.”
She twisted her head around to see his expression. “I’m not naughty, Daddy.”
He chuckled. His palms were still cupping her breasts, distracting her. “All Little girls are naughty sometimes. It’s natural to test the boundaries and break the rules on occasion. You might even do so intentionally when you feel like you need a good spanking. Or you could just ask Daddy to spank your bottom when you need it instead of also getting into trouble.”
Her cheeks heated. She had enjoyed it when he’d spanked her. A lot.
He laughed again. “Don’t try to hide from me, Mae Bug. Daddy knows you liked having your bottom spanked. How about if I do it again tonight after our bath?”
She gasped. “Why? Did I do something naughty?”
“Nope. Call it a maintenance spanking. It will help you relieve your stress after a long week.”
“I could definitely use a stress reliever, but will a spanking really do that for me?” She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. Wondering.
“Trust Daddy.” He tweaked both her nipples, making her arch and moan. And then he released her to grab the soap. “Bath first. Spanking second.”
“Sex third?” she asked softly, hopefully.
“Absolutely.”
Avery couldn’t keep from grinning as her Daddy bathed her. She didn’t even protest when he stroked between her legs and cleaned her bottom. She was panting by the time he lifted her out of the tub to dry them both off.
She grew nervous though as he led her to the bedroom, watching as he pulled two pillows to the edge of the mattress before patting them. “Up you go. On your elbows and knees.” He grabbed her waist and helped arrange her lengthwise on the bed, so the pillows nestled under her tummy, causing her bottom to be lifted into the air.
He grabbed Weenie from the top of the bed next and tucked her into Avery’s arm. “You can hold Weenie while I spank you.”
Avery lifted her face and turned to look behind her. “But you’ll scare her,” she protested.
Daddy spun Weenie around so she was facing Avery’s chest. “There. She won’t see a thing.”
“She’ll still hear, and she won’t like you very much.”
Daddy chuckled. “Kittens have a short memory. She’ll be fine. Trust me.”
Avery sighed as she lowered her cheek to the mattress, tucking her arms up under her chest, her fists near her chin. “If you say so, but don’t be mad at me if Weenie doesn’t like you anymore.”
“I promise.” He palmed her butt cheeks. “I know you enjoyed my last spanking. You’ll like this one just as much, Little girl. Relax your muscles.”
She inhaled deeply and let it out. He was right. She had enjoyed her last spanking. It made her feel strange though. “Do other Little girls like getting spanked?”
“Yes. Lots of them. That’s why they end up over their Daddies’ knees so often. Spankings can be very therapeutic. Sometimes Little girls slide into a nice subspace, helping them let go of all their worries for a while. Sometimes Little girls need a good cry. A spanking can help release endorphins.”
“I don’t want to cry in front of you, Daddy,” she murmured, sensing that was exactly what she needed to rid herself of the frustration and worry lurking over her. It had been a long week in which she’d felt like she’d had to prove herself over and over again.
She hadn’t had to endure so much scrutiny since the academy and the first weeks of her job at the station. After several years on the force, she’d proven her worth to the other detectives she worked with. That petition had made her feel like she was on shaky ground again. Thank goodness between her reminder of their relationship, Nicoya’s support, and Trace’s undeniable leadership, the group had reestablished the relationships that bound them together. Still it had been a tense situation she was having trouble shaking off.
“You should be able to cry in front of your Daddy, Little girl. If not me, who can you cry in front of?”
“No one,” she admitted.
“That’s not healthy. Everyone needs to cry sometimes. Daddies are the best at holding Little girls while they let the stress ease from their bodies.”
“What about Daddies? Do they cry too?”
“Of course. Daddies sometimes cry also,” he agreed, still rubbing her bottom.
She tried again to relax, knowing no matter what happened, her Daddy wouldn’t judge her. He wouldn’t think she was weak if she cried. “Okay, I’m ready.”