Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Want some time with my baby girl. To give her what she needs from her Daddy. And we’re having trouble carving out that time. You’ve got your period, it’s hurting you, and you need some care. So I’m going to give you that while also giving you time with your Daddy.”
“Here?”
“I have to be here. But you’ll stay in here while you’re in Little headspace. I know it’s not much but there’s a place for a nap. A television. Room to play.”
“And the butt plug.”
“That’s your punishment.”
It was? Yikes.
“Undo your pants, bend over and touch your feet. Don’t move.”
Oh hell.
Her eyes grew wide. Really? “I have my period.”
“I don’t care about some blood. At all.”
Whoa.
There shouldn’t be any blood, but still . . . whoa.
“Really?”
“Baby. Really. Now, do as you were told.”
She turned and bent over, touching her feet. Then she felt him pulling down her pants. Then her panties.
Holy heck.
Holy. Heck.
“Widen your legs. Don’t lose your balance.”
She pushed them further apart.
“Good girl. Look at you, being so obedient. Now, reach back and part your butt cheeks.”
“What?” she squeaked out.
“Do as you were told, Spitfire,” he said sternly.
Oh hell. Oh hell.
Reaching back, she held her ass cheeks apart.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.
“This is punishment. It’s not meant to be comfortable.” She heard the squirt of lube and then his finger slid into her bottom. She breathed out, trying to relax herself. A second finger joined the first, stretching her.
“Good girl.” He slid his fingers free. “Now the butt plug.”
The plug was more of a stretch, but once she got used to the burn, it started to feel good.
“Stand. I’m going to help you.”
She stood and he steadied her before he moved to the bed and put a pillow in the middle. “You’re going to lay on the bed with a pillow under your stomach to raise your bottom up. Or do you need the bathroom first?”
Oh crap. She should have known that wouldn’t be all of it. She shook her head and he took her hand and helped her onto the bed.
“Five minutes, baby girl.”
Five minutes. Okay, she could do five minutes.
Easy-peasy.
45
She should have known it wouldn’t be that simple.
Being still and silent was just sooo hard.
And Daddy was really mean.
“Right. Your five minutes is up.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief as he helped her climb off the bed.
“Can you take the plug out?” she asked as he grabbed hold of her hand and led her to the bathroom.
“Yep. Bathroom.”
Crap.
“Lean over and grab hold of the sink,” he ordered once they were in the bathroom.
Knowing it was pointless to argue, she did as instructed.
When the plug slid out, she breathed a sigh of relief. She watched him clean up, then he turned to her.
“Go use the toilet. Take out the tampon and then come back into the bedroom.”
At least she had that much privacy. Maybe because she was on her period.
“I need my bag of stuff.”
“No.”
“No?” Urgh, he was infuriating sometimes.
“No.”
“Yes, I do. I need to put those panties on.” She hated talking about this sort of stuff. So she was shifting from side to side and she knew her face was red.
“I just plugged your ass. Gonna fuck it one day. And you’re embarrassed over your period.” He cocked his head to the side. “Let me guess, Nan didn’t talk about periods.”
“People don’t talk about periods, Steele,” she informed him primly.
“Uh, yeah they do, Spitfire.” He trapped her against the counter with his hands on either side of her. “They talk about them because they’re a natural bodily function. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Then why am I embarrassed?”
“Maybe because your nan taught you to be that way. But, baby, you need to get this. Everything.”
Right. Everything.
“If I thought it wouldn’t freak you out, I’d fuck you while you had your period.”
“Um. Oh. Uh. Wouldn’t that be messy?”
“That’s why they invented shower sex.” He winked at her.
Shower sex.
Holy. Moly.
“Can see that idea intrigues you. We’ll try that sometime.” He stood back and then turned her to the toilet, smacking her ass. “Toilet. Go.”
When she left the bathroom, he was laying out a small rubber mat onto the bed and had her supplies on the bed with the other things.
“Is that . . . is that a changing mat?”
“Yep. One of the things Grady bought.”
“But . . . you’re not . . . I mean, I don’t wear diapers, Daddy!”
“Just protecting the bed in case of accidents.” He looked at her and she saw the amusement on his face.
She stomped her foot down. “I don’t have accidents.”
“Baby girl, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Turning, he cupped her face between his hands. “Sometimes, Littles have accidents. But Daddy is always here to help them. That’s his job.”
Darn it, she wanted to be mad, but he was being sweet.