Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
With ten minutes left in the movie, Sadie started the shenanigans. She yanked a large blanket off the top of them, which caused squeals and was followed by everyone grabbing a pillow, jumping to their feet, and having a pillow fight.
In Isla’s entire life, she’d never once been involved in an actual pillow fight. She knew people talked about them happening at sleepovers. She’d read about them. She’d seen them on TV. But she’d never been a participant.
And this pillow fight among six full-grown women in short dresses with far more than enough pillows was epic. Isla was laughing so hard within five minutes that she feared she might pee herself.
At first, the Daddies simply stayed in their seats and watched, only mildly shocked. After a bit, one of the pillows got a hole in it, and then stuffing started coming out, filling the room. When that happened, the men moved away from the sectional to stand behind it.
Isla glanced at them several times to see what their reactions were, especially Caesar’s. This was her first full-on naughty experience, and though she knew from the other Littles and her own Daddy that this sort of thing was common practice among the women, she still held on to a slight hesitation, wondering if anyone would truly get angry.
All of them were simply smirking while they picked fluff out of their hair, beards, and clothes.
Eventually, a second pillow developed a hole, and then white cloudy fluff was flying around like crazy. Isla loved this so much. She’d never felt so free and uninhibited in her life. The entire experience was bonding and made her feel like part of the family even more.
As if on cue, all the Daddies jumped into the fray to snag each of their Littles from the bedlam, lifting them right off the floor with arms around their waists.
The women protested lamely, squirming and fighting to free themselves so they could continue the pillow fight. But it was over, and Isla knew it. Without a word, they were escorted toward the elevator.
Isla found herself tossed over Caesar’s shoulder, and she swung her head around to find two other women were in a similar position. Three couples got into the elevator and disappeared, leaving Isla, Juniper, and Lyra still wiggling to free themselves.
When the elevator returned, the last six of them entered. Well, six feet were on the floor and six were in the air. Lyra was being held up with her back to Phoenix’s front. She was too short to do anything but struggle. Juniper was being cradled by Magnus who was so built and strong she had no hope of escaping.
Isla let her body go limp over her Daddy’s shoulder, mostly because she was worn out from the pillow fight. It had been the most fun ever, but now, she was exhausted, and she knew she was about to get a lot more tired from a spanking.
She was a smart girl. This spanking wasn’t going to be like the last one. This one would be more intense and probably not end in an orgasm. Curiosity had led her to this point, though, and she was intrigued.
As soon as they were inside their apartment, Daddy went straight through to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. He pushed her onto her back, planted his hands on either side of her, and leaned over to meet her gaze.
He was grinning. “Little Fish, I’ve never been so happy in my life.”
She giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun, Daddy.”
“Good. I want you to be carefree and enjoy yourself. That’s half the fun of being Little.”
She grabbed his waist, thinking to pull him down for a kiss, but he didn’t budge. Finally, she sighed. “But you’re still going to spank me.”
“Yep. You know why?”
She shrugged.
“Because that’s the other half of the fun of being Little.” He rose up a few inches and tickled her tummy just long enough to surprise her and make her buckle forward.
“Daddy…”
He grabbed her hands and pulled her to stand before lifting her dress over her head and leaving her in nothing but her panties. Squatting in front of her, he quickly removed those, too. Patting the bed, he said, “On your tummy.”
“On the bed?” she asked. She’d expected him to take her over his knees like he had last time.
“Yep. Sometimes, I’ll spank you in other places besides my lap. Maybe over the back of the couch or a chair. Sometimes, you’ll bend over and hold on to your feet or another object. Consider yourself lucky that tonight you get to lie on your tummy.”
Isla scrambled up to lie down where he’d indicated.
“Lift your hips, Little Fish.”
Confused, she did as she was told, understanding much better when he slid a pillow under her belly. “Good girl. Part your legs for me.”