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)
Swallowing hard, Valerie pointed to the small cabinet over the refrigerator where she stored all the things she didn’t use regularly.
“And you always climb up there to get your mug?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure.”
“I don’t believe you, Little girl. Could you have chosen to use this mug because I told you only one cup?”
Valerie tried to keep her gaze meshed with him but couldn’t. Looking down at the floor, she shook her head. “Maybe.”
“Did you think I would approve of that way to circumvent your guidelines?” he asked.
Sadly, Valerie shook her head. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“And you only had one of these giant cups of coffee?”
She glanced up, wondering if he could read her mind. His look was sterner than she’d ever seen him look. Valerie couldn’t lie to him so she hedged, “I had one cup in the morning.”
“And…”
Hesitating, she tried to come up with a way to get herself out of this mess without lying. She opened her mouth and the truth tumbled out. “And a second cup in the afternoon. There was some wiggle room in your directions.”
“Only in your imagination.”
“I’m sorry.”
Without waiting to be told, Valerie headed for a corner and rested her forehead against the paint. She held her breath, waiting to see if this would atone for her misdeeds. Rustling happened behind her, but Valerie didn’t turn around to look. She heard a clunk followed by a zipper opening and wanted to peek so bad. A duffle bag?
“Standing in the corner will atone for choosing an extra-large cup to drink from,” her Daddy announced. “Deliberately opting to have an extra double serving of coffee earns you an additional punishment.”
“What, Daddy?” she asked as he lifted the back of her dress and tucked the hem into the collar, exposing her backside. Next, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong to pull it down to her ankles.
“Brace your forearms against the wall and take four baby steps backward.”
Following his directions, Valerie soon found herself in a very embarrassing situation with her bottom thrust out into the room. She jumped when his hand smoothed over her bottom. “Daddy, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m glad. I’m also going to give you something to remember when you deliberately make poor decisions.”
Valerie heard a click and felt his finger slide down the crack of her bottom. She tried to bolt but his other arm wrapped around her pelvis, holding her in place. Closing her eyes, she knew what was coming next. Cold fluid dripped down her crack and one thick fingertip pressed into her small opening. She tried to clench her muscles, but she couldn’t stop his invasion.
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll always listen from now on.”
“Do not tell your Daddy no.”
His finger sank slowly into her and held in place until she relaxed slightly. Then it twisted inside her to spread the lubricant around her tight channel. Valerie tried not to wiggle as his touch smoothed over so many pleasure spots inside her. The stimulation of the nerve-rich area enflamed her arousal, and she felt herself becoming wet. There was no way he didn’t feel her juices where his hand pressed against her intimately.
“This plug will stay inside you as I fix dinner for us. If you’re good, I’ll take it out before you sit down to eat. If not…”
Plug? Oh no… “I’ll be good!” she promised and tried to hold still when his finger slid out of her and a cold metal object pressed on that tight ring of muscles and firmly slid into her bottom. Valerie tried to hold still but bucked forward to avoid the plug. Unfortunately, his arm held her solidly in place as he seated it deeply inside her.
“You can stand like this or you can stand back up erect,” her Daddy directed.
Afraid to move too much, Valerie stayed braced on her forearms as he moved away. She could feel him watching her as he moved around in the kitchen preparing the spaghetti carbonara he’d promised her. The smell of bacon frying wrapped around her as the plug in her bottom slowly warmed. The shocking coolness faded but the stretching feeling of her tight passage did not subside.
Time dragged as she waited for her Daddy to release her from the corner. She did shift to standing when her shoulders ached, grateful for his permission to move if she needed the relief. “Thank you, Daddy,” Valerie whispered, sure he’d never hear her as he worked.
His footsteps neared her, and she felt his soft kiss on the crook of her neck. “Daddies take care of their Littles. You’re too special to me to allow you to make poor choices.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are. Just a few more minutes and dinner will be finished. I’ll remove the plug and everything is forgiven.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Cupcake.”
“Can I have a Birthday Cake cupcake for dessert?”