Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She turned her face in his direction. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“I want you to learn to be comfortable letting Daddy take care of everything, Baby girl.”
“Everything?” she asked, her voice lifting in a question.
“Yep. Sometimes Daddy will know when you need to spend some time even younger. When that happens, Daddy will put a diaper on you and help you turn over even more of your care.”
Her breath hitched. “I don’t know if I’d like that, Daddy.”
“Daddy will know when you’re ready.” He turned off the water, grabbed the towel, and dried her hands before his. “How would you like to go to Daddy’s house today? I could show you the nursery I’ve prepared for you.”
Her pretty brown eyes grew wide. “You have a nursery for me?”
“I sure do.”
“But how? We haven’t known each other that long.”
He swooped her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around Daddy.” He held her close as he strode from the bathroom, heading for the kitchen. Her pussy was still wet and warm against his abdomen. She held him tight with her ankles at his back.
“I’ve been working on the nursery in preparation for my future Little girl for a long time. It didn’t take much to add finishing touches to it this past week, not after I found out how much my Little girl loves cupcakes.” He grinned as they reached the kitchen before settling her on a stool at the island.
She reached down to tug the T-shirt under her bottom, but he stopped her. “Leave it, Baby girl. I like the idea of you sitting on that stool without anything between you and the wood.”
The way she wiggled at his words told him everything he needed to know. His girl liked the idea of her bare bottom exposed.
“What do you like for breakfast, Cupcake?”
“Usually I just eat a Pop-Tart or a granola bar.”
He frowned. “That’s not a good breakfast for a Little girl. From now on, Daddy will cook you something more substantial.”
She giggled. “You can’t do that, Daddy. You’d have to drive over here every morning.”
He turned her so she was facing him and set his hands on the island on either side of her, boxing her in. “I will never be driving to get to you in the morning ever again, Cupcake.” He slid his hands to her shoulders and then up to cup her face, waiting for her to understand his meaning.
Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh.” She squirmed.
“Yeah, oh. You are now the most important thing in my world. I don’t care where we live. I don’t care how long it takes for you to fully trust my intentions. In the meantime, I want to be next to you where you lay your head at night.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now tell Daddy what kind of eggs you like.”
“Now, Daddy?”
Grayson put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and turned to find his Little girl nearly bouncing on her toes in anticipation. He chuckled. “I’ve never met a Little girl as eager to get her bottom spanked as you.”
She stopped bouncing to clasp her hands behind her back and rock back and forth on her feet. Her head tipped to the side as her cheeks turned pink. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders. “You said…”
He stepped closer, tipped her chin back, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “I did say, Cupcake, and I won’t renege on my promise. Let’s go back to your bedroom.”
“But…” She glanced at the couch. “Don’t you need to sit down and lean me over your lap?”
He smiled. This time it was unavoidable. His girl had read up on this subject. Cupping her face, he sobered. “Does my Cupcake have a fantasy about being spanked over her Daddy’s knees?”
“Uh huh.” Those wide brown eyes were going to be his undoing, but he wouldn’t deny her this experience, complete with her sweet body draped over his lap.
After leading her to the sofa, he sat and guided her to his side, his hand on her hip. “In your fantasies, does the Daddy take your clothes off and lay your naked body over his lap?” He wanted to get this experience just right for her this first time. In the future, he would not let her choose, but she obviously had a specific vision in mind, and he wanted to honor it today.
She shook her head. “No, silly. The Daddy pushes the Little girl’s shirt up, pulls her panties down, and spanks her.”
“Do we need to go get a pair of panties to make it more authentic?” he teased.
Her precious cheeks turned pink again. “No,” she murmured.
“Okay.” He helped her recline over his lap and pushed the shirt up to the small of her back, loving the way she whimpered and trembled in anticipation. Swatting her bottom was going to be a delight.