Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Let Daddy help,” Phineas said, standing and wrapping his arm around her waist as he pinned her in position. Without warning, he spanked her—three quick slaps in a row on her bare skin.
Tiffanie struggled to get away as heat built immediately on her skin. “No, Daddy! I’ll behave.” Why had she thought this sounded hot? Her punishment wasn’t good. She shook her head as she wiggled to free herself from his control. She did not succeed.
“I’m glad,” he said softly and landed three more quick swats on her tender skin. “That’s six, Little girl. Only four left.”
“That hurts, Daddy.”
“Spankings are a punishment, Tiffanie. That’s what helps you make better decisions next time.” He administered the last stinging smacks and rubbed her curves. “Good girl. You took your punishment very well.”
“I didn’t like that.”
“Perfect. If you had, I would need to find a better consequence for your bad behavior.” He didn’t elaborate on that frightening comment, but her mind went into overdrive. She didn’t want more than having her bottom reddened.
“I’ll be good.”
“That’s my sweet Little girl.”
Phineas sat and drew Tiffanie back onto his lap. She hissed when her skin came into contact with his and tried to scramble off his lap down onto the cold leather. Why did that slight taste of pain increase the sensual heat in her core? She didn’t want to acknowledge her reaction. Phineas’s powerful arm wrapped around her waist and held her in place, making her simmer.
“Spread your thighs on either side of my knees, Princess.”
When she hesitated, he warned, “I’ll be glad to add to your spanking if you’d prefer.”
Slowly, she moved as he had requested, leaving her thighs wide apart. He stroked a hand through her pink folds that were drenched with fresh juices. “Your body didn’t mind being reminded of who is in charge. Let’s see how fast Daddy can make you come.”
His fingers moved enticingly over her most sensitive spots. Her arousal shot up so quickly that her head spun from the delicious sensations. In minutes, she screamed her pleasure into the room, collapsing limply against his hard frame.
“Daddy. I love you, Daddy.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. “I love you, Tiffanie. I think it’s time my Little girl went to sleep.”
She nodded, completely wilted after everything she’d experienced. More orgasms than she’d thought were even possible had wiped out her energy. Tiffanie yawned and rested her head on his shoulder as Phineas gathered her into his arms and stood.
After he’d brushed her teeth and tucked her into the king-size bed, Tiffanie couldn’t keep her eyes open. She turned onto her tummy, giving her sore bottom a rest. After he slid Biff under her arm, his hand stroked over her hair and along her spine, soothing her.
“Sleep tight, Little girl. Daddy will join you in a few minutes when he gets everything closed down for the night.”
She waited for him to crawl in next to her but lost the battle and crashed into a deep slumber. When her dreams woke her several hours later, Tiffanie found herself asleep on her Daddy’s chest. Sighing happily, she closed her eyes and relaxed into a refreshing slumber.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The Blue Ribbon Knowledge Fair day had finally arrived. Tiffanie sat in the chair her Daddy had placed at the entrance of the ballroom. He’d given her strict orders to conserve her energy as much as possible. While she felt stronger and better with every day that passed, Tiffanie wanted to be the most help to Essie as she could so his directions made sense. She’d follow them—for now.
After checking in the last exhibitor to arrive, she turned to glance over her shoulder at Ivan. His face was relaxed in his normal easygoing way, but Tiffanie could tell her brother was stressed from the stiffness of his shoulders and how he moved various carvings to the front of his table only to replace them with a different item a few seconds later. Ever since Phineas had shared that the woman who’d checked out one of the Daddy books from the library over and over would also be an exhibitor, Ivan had debated which of his creations would attract her attention.
Seeing her focused on him, Ivan headed to her side. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Perfect. The last table just walked in. Everyone’s here now. How are you?”
“I’m great. Never better.”
She waved the packet of papers in her hands frantically.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to put the flames out.”
“What flames?” he asked with a bewildered expression.
“The liar, liar, pants on fire ones.”
“Very funny, Tiff.”
She laughed, enjoying his discomfort as only a sister could. “Sorry. Got your creations arranged perfectly?” she asked innocently.
Ivan rolled his eyes at her teasing. “I’m going to hit the restroom before everyone streams inside.”
“Good idea. I’ll keep an eye on your table.”
“Thank you.” He disappeared down the hallway.