Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“I just wanted to try it. I don’t want to use it for… other things.”
“Don’t lie to Daddy. That’s the second rule you’ve broken today. I want to know what turns you on, what your fantasies are, and what you’d like to try to see if it’s as delicious as you think it is.”
Her gaze searched his face, trying to read him. Jerico hoped she’d find what she needed to see.
“That’s scary,” she whispered.
“I know. I’ve already told you mine,” he said, holding her gaze.
She pressed her hand into the changing table as she digested his words. “You want me to be a baby?”
“I want you to be the scrumptious adult woman you are, who dares to live her innermost desires to be loved and cared for.”
He held his breath and waited for her reaction. Slowly, she nodded.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll deal with your naughtiness.”
“Could you help me come? I mean, the rule is that I find my pleasure with you,” she dared to say.
“That is the rule. Unfortunately, you tried to break that one. Daddies don’t reward bad behavior. Stretch out on the table on your back,” he directed. “Hands over your head.”
He was delighted that she complied immediately. Thank goodness he’d had a late meeting with the brass that had delayed him. He would have missed the delightful display and perhaps never known.
Holding her hands in place, he attached the Velcro strips around her wrists to tether her in place. Before she could react, he pulled her T-shirt over her head and left it dangling over the side of the changing table. Her bra joined it. Her eyes revealed her nervous excitement.
Smoothing a hand down the center of her torso, Jerico grazed her nipples with his fingertips and loved her shiver. He continued his caress to her rounded mound. Jerico covered it with his palm and curled his fingers over her lower lips.
“You are so wet, little girl. I bet you were almost there,” he said in a soft deep voice.
She nodded and tried to wiggle to cause his fingers to brush over her sensitive pussy. “Please. I’ll be good,” she blurted.
“Yes. I think I’ll make sure you remember to follow Daddy’s rules.”
The nervousness reappeared on her face, and she bit her lower lip.
As he stripped her shoes, socks, and clothing off, Jericho shared, “I think you were very excited by this room and wanted to try things out. It’s the perfect time for me to share some of the things in this room. Bend your knees and put your feet on the padding.”
He didn’t say anything at all as she followed his instructions. When she was in position, he pressed her knees apart and bound her ankles to the table. He allowed her to test the restraints as he leaned over to grab a box of moistened wipes. Opening it, he smiled at the baby scent.
“Alright. Let’s get you all cleaned up. You made quite a mess, baby.”
Applying the towelettes to her skin, Jerico was very thorough. He was careful not to allow her to climax. Her wiggles and protests were sweet. He had to retrace his path several times as her juices continued to flow.
Opening the drawer under the padded top, Jerico withdrew a jar of naughty girl cream. “Zale told me about this when he learned I had a little girl. He guaranteed it would help Littles learn a lesson.”
“I’m sorry I was naughty.”
“I know. Let’s get the naughtiness dealt with, so you’ll have a clean slate.”
“A clean slate?” she asked with a hopeful tone.
Jerico opened the jar and immediately could smell cinnamon. He lifted the container to his nose and sniffed. Nodding his approval, he dipped a fingertip into the creamy mixture.
“Of course. Punishment wipes away all the bad and gives a Little a fresh start.”
She watched that finger as he moved his hand between her legs once again. He knew she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. Jerico dotted a bit of the mixture on her clit and then applied the rest to her small, puckered entrance.
He had put the lid back on the jar and was cleaning his hands when she reacted.
“Daddy. It’s hot. You have to wipe it off.”
“Punishment is supposed to help you learn a lesson. What could you have done if you had fantasies about being treated on the changing table?”
“No, really. You have to get it off. Or let me go,” she demanded.
“You are fine, Aspen. Take a deep breath and let it out. The cream is stimulating, but not dangerous. You think about my question, and I’ll go start a bath for you. When the tub is full, it will be time to remove the naughty girl cream. You didn’t forget my question, did you?”
She stared at him with wide eyes as she shifted as much as possible on the table. “Please.”