Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She twisted her neck around. “You’re really going to spank me?”
“Yes, Little one. When you’re naughty, you will get a red bottom.”
“But I don’t want you to spank me. It will hurt.” Her lip trembled adorably.
“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s how you will learn to obey me.”
She squirmed as she gave up the fight and dropped her head down so it dangled over the side of his lap. She was being dramatic, making herself limp.
“Twenty swats, Little doll. And I want you to part your knees and keep them open for me while I spank you.”
She shuddered. “Why?”
“You’re not permitted to pleasure yourself when you’re being disciplined.”
She lifted her head, propped her elbows in his thighs, and twisted to look at him again. “Pleasure?” Her voice squeaked. “How would I get pleasure from a spanking?”
He smiled at her. “You’ll see. Keep your legs parted or I will start over.”
She slumped again, hanging like a limp noodle.
Brock held her down with a palm at the small of her back and wasted no time swatting her naughty bottom. He didn’t want her to think about it too hard.
She cried out at the first tap, which made him fight to keep from chuckling since he’d barely touched her. After a few more swats, she settled enough to keep her noises to a whimper.
He picked up the pace and the intensity every few spanks, working around the plug. There was no doubt the plug was making itself known with every impact.
He was swatting her pretty hard by the time he got to twenty. Her bottom was a lovely shade of pink and hot to the touch. He rubbed it for a few minutes, rocking her gently back and forth.
Finally, he carefully rolled her over so he could cradle her in his arms.
She pushed out her bottom lip as far as she could as she reached back to rub her own bottom. “Owie.”
He lifted both brows. “Are you going to sass Daddy anymore?”
She shook her head.
He bent forward and kissed her forehead before picking up the bottle from the floor. “I’m sure you’re hungry again. Lean back in Daddy’s arms and let me feed you.”
She was panting as she obeyed him, partly left over from the spanking, but he also suspected she was unnerved by her nudity.
He loved holding her naked body in his arms, especially while he fed her. It was so intimate. He felt connected to her in a way he couldn’t have anticipated.
When he tapped her lips with the nipple, she sighed dramatically, but she opened her little mouth and accepted his offering.
“Good girl.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her while she suckled. Damn, she was precious. So pretty. Perfection in his arms. Even her sassy side was adorable. Life was going to be so much fun now with her in it.
When she finished the last of the bottle, he set it on the floor and rocked her a few more minutes, patting her naked bottom. “Do you want a diaper over this red bottom and the plug, leave it uncovered, or wear panties this morning?”
“Panties, Daddy.”
He lifted her to her feet, rose, took her hand, and led her to the dresser.
“Will you take the plug out now?”
“No, Little one. The plug stays. It will remind you of your submission all morning.” He pulled a pair of pink panties from the drawer and squatted down in front of her. “Hold Daddies shoulders.”
She braced herself. “I can do it, Daddy. I know how to get dressed.”
He put the panties on her and pulled them up over her bottom, ignoring her comment.
She winced as he settled them, the elastic undoubtedly irritating her hot skin. Plus the pressure against the plug would make it even more noticeable. “Would you rather go without?”
She shook her head. Her long hair was wild and swaying all over the place. It had never been cut, and it hung low enough for her to sit on it. That was the custom among his pack. Women rarely cut their hair if ever. Girls destined to mate with an Alpha Protector strongly adhered to that practice.
Brock led her to the closet next. When he opened it, she gasped and stepped closer. “What is all this?”
“Your clothes, Little doll.” He pulled her in front of him and set his hands on her shoulders. He knew this would be a shock for her. All she’d ever worn were demur, drag, boring, modest dresses that covered from neck to ankle and down to her wrists.
Those days were over. Alpha Protectors dressed their Little girls in colorful, fun clothes that made them smile and feel pretty.
Suzette reached forward and ran her hand over several of the dresses. “These look like they would fit a five-year-old, Daddy. Plus even toddlers don’t wear anything this revealing in the valley.”