Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
His first swat made the question in her mind about his exercise regimen evaporate. “Hey! That hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he assured her as he delivered two more stinging spanks.
“Ow! No more. I’m sorry.” Her bottom stung already.
“I’ll know when you’ve had enough,” he told her as he continued to pepper her bottom.
Heat built in her tender skin as he punished her. Molly sagged over his lap as her fight vanished. He was in charge. She’d almost gotten hit. She could have missed any future with him. Heartsick from that thought, Molly felt tears drip from her eyes. She drew a ragged breath as she tried unsuccessfully not to sob.
“Have you learned your lesson, Little girl?” he asked.
“Yes! I could... I could have messed us up,” she pushed out.
His hand smoothed over her red skin. “And hurt yourself badly. That would have made my sunny disposition unpleasant.”
The thought of the aggressive man becoming unpleasant made her hug his leg tight. “I promise. I’ll look both ways.”
“That’s my good girl.”
The world whirled around her once again as he lifted her to sit on his lap. She gasped as her stinging bottom landed on his denim-clad, hard thigh. Her gaze flew to meet his.
“Spankings are supposed to hurt, Little girl. Your bottom will remind you to be careful for some time.”
“Are you always going to spank me?” she blurted.
“No. Spankings are effective ways to get your attention and change your behavior. There are other ways to correct you.”
“Like what?” she whispered, half in fascination, half in dismay.
“You could have to write lines, sit in the corner, lose something important to you for a period of time, not get to wear panties under your dress… There are a million punishments.”
As she stared at him not sure what to say, he added, “I could even add extras to punishments like holding your vibrator to your wet pussy as you stand in the corner.”
“You wouldn’t do that!” she said, shocked.
“Try me.”
Molly wasn’t about to do that.
When she didn’t answer, he grabbed a couple of tissues and held them to her nose. “Blow.”
“I can do it!” she rushed to tell him in embarrassment.
“Daddy’s got it,” he said, not allowing her to take them from him.
After a short hesitation, Molly exhaled delicately through her nose.
“Blow, Pixie.”
This time, she blew her nose as if she held the tissues to her nose. He expertly wiped her nose and crumpled the layers in his hand. Dropping that on the floor, he grabbed a few more to wipe her face free of tears.
Her stomach growled loudly as he took care of her.
“Sounds like we need to feed you, Little girl. Tonight is taco night at the Shadowridge Guardians’ clubhouse. Would you like to go there or out to a restaurant?”
“Are the other Littles going to be there?”
“I’m sure there will be several. You can stay with me after we eat, or you can play with them.”
“You,” Molly said quickly. She didn’t have a lot of close friends. It seemed scary to talk to others who had Daddies. Maybe they’d decide she wasn’t really Little.
“I’d like that, too, Pixie.” He leaned in to kiss her before standing her between his legs. “Turn around, Little girl. Let me see your bottom.”
Without thinking, she whirled around. She squealed in protest as he hooked a finger into her panties to pull down the back. He controlled her impulse to dart away as he looked over her bottom. His hand smoothed over her skin.
“Be still. I need to see how you took your punishment. It looks like your bottom survived well. That’s good to know for the future.”
She stared at his bald head as he turned her back to face him and drew up the material. When her jeans were fastened, he asked her gently, “Are you ready to go or do you need to potty?”
“Let me fix my makeup. I must look awful.”
“You look adorable, but I’ll wait a few minutes. Go on, Little girl. You have three minutes.”
She darted away as he looked at his watch.
Chapter
Seven
After turning into the Shadowridge compound, Faust reached over the console to wrap his hand around her thigh. He squeezed slightly. Immediately, her squirming stopped. “People are going to love you, Molly. You’ve already met several of them.”
“I don’t know their names.”
“That’s okay. They don’t know your name, either.”
He lifted his hand to turn the steering wheel as he parked then replaced it to hold her in place. “Stay where you are until I help you out.”
“I’m not going to play in traffic,” she promised, sounding a bit exasperated.
“Daddy will open your door. You will stay there.” He let that statement fade out in the posh interior.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Faust knew she’d figured out there was an implied punishment that would follow if she didn’t choose wisely. “Thank you, Pixie.”
Sliding from the cab, he scanned the parking lot to see who was at the clubhouse. There were two helmets on several bikes. He nodded, inwardly pleased that there would be Littles to make Molly feel at home. Faust opened her door and plucked his Little from the cab.