Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
After Daddy eats, we usually go for a walk. Sometimes we visit Anabel, or she comes to our house. Our Daddies knew each other from the Big and Little club we belonged to on the mainland, but they’re becoming good friends now, which is convenient.
My bedtime is ten o’clock, so in the evenings I get to watch movies with Daddy, or we play games, or we read together. It’s peaceful and predictable. I never ask what we’re doing. Daddy likes to surprise me.
At about nine thirty, Daddy bathes me and rocks me while I have my nighttime bottle. By the time I’m in my footed jammies with my wrists restrained to the sides of my crib, I’m half asleep.
I think the nighttime bottle has less sedative in it than the first few days. I’m less groggy when I wake up, but I still sleep a solid ten hours. It’s amazing how good I feel with that much sleep all the time.
I know Daddy doesn’t sleep that long. He works early in the morning before I wake up and does several things around the house after I go to bed.
The weekends have been mostly about fun. Last weekend Daddy took me to the amusement park. Today he’s taking me to the water park. Anabel and Anthony are coming with us, and I can’t wait. I’m so excited that I finish off my morning bottle faster than usual and then bounce around the house in anticipation.
Daddy finds my antics humorous for about five minutes, and when I ask him for the tenth time when we’re going to leave, he puts his foot down. He sets me in my playpen and tells me to be quiet and entertain myself while he finishes getting ready.
His expression is stern, so I force myself to comply, picking up a book and flipping it open to my page even though I can’t concentrate on reading.
I don’t actually know what time it is. I haven’t seen a clock in two weeks. There are none in the house, and I don’t have a cell phone. The only time I’ve known the time has been when I’m working and can see the readout in the corner of my computer screen.
I perk up and stand in my playpen when I hear the faint noise of Anabel giggling outside. I can see Anthony removing her from her car seat through the front window, so I start bouncing on my feet. “Daddy, they’re here!”
Daddy comes from the back of the house, but he doesn’t look at me as he opens the front door to greet our guests. “Come on in. Melody is having some behavioral issues this morning. Please give us a few minutes while I address them.”
I’m trembling as he lifts me from my playpen, takes my hand, and drags me from the room. I don’t look at Anabel or her Daddy because I’m embarrassed.
Daddy takes me to the nursery and shuts the door. He sits on the rocking chair and holds me by the waist between his legs. “I know you’re excited about today, but I asked you to settle down, and you ignored me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I haven’t been in trouble in two weeks.
“Do you have permission to stand in the playpen?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not safe, and I might fall over the side.”
“Exactly. And what have I said about shouting?”
“I’m not allowed to scream in the house.”
“Exactly. Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Either you stay home today and we reschedule this playdate for another weekend, or I spank your bottom hard enough the sting will serve as a reminder for the entire morning.”
I nod slowly. It’s my own fault I’ve gotten in trouble. I might have even pushed his buttons on purpose this morning to see what would happen after going so long without being punished. “I’ll take the spanking, Daddy.”
“I thought so.”
He reaches for my diaper and pulls the tabs, removing it before draping me over his lap. He clasps my hands at the small of my back and rubs my bottom. After two weeks without a spanking, I gasp at the first swat. He isn’t fooling around this morning. He means for me to be punished.
He spanks me harder than he ever has, leaving my bottom burning when he’s finished.
Also, tears are running down my face when he stands me upright again. He reaches for a wipe and cleans my face, helping me blow my nose too. And then he pulls me into his arms between his legs, carefully not touching my bottom.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I actually feel relieved. The spanking gives me an adrenaline rush. A release. Kind of like the release I get from restraints but also different.
“You’re welcome, baby girl.” He tips my head back and kisses me. “Do you need another minute? Or can I put your diaper on so we can go?”