Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“And you need a Daddy who will support and lift you up, not berate and manipulate you. Someone who will let you be you.”
“Even if I’m not really sure who that is anymore?”
“Then it would be my privilege to help you. But this isn’t living, baby. Hiding your Little, not wanting to get involved with anyone else . . . that’s letting him win. At the moment, he’s winning. When he’s the loser. A fucking waste of space. He should have been a come stain in his father’s sock.”
“Corbin!” she said with a shocked laugh. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Sure I can. Just did. And it’s all true. Let me put you on a pedestal, treat you like the fucking queen you are.”
Tilting her head to the side, she studied him. “Queens don’t get spanked, though.”
He grinned. He was winning her over. Relief filled him. Not for himself or his needs. They were secondary.
Because he wanted her to have whatever she desired. If she truly didn’t want to be a Little anymore, that was fine. He would support her.
But he didn’t believe that. She deserved a safe space to explore her needs and feelings. To figure out what she really wanted, and he was determined to give that to her.
“How do you know? I think they might get spanked more than anyone else, because they need someone to keep them grounded and under control.” A sudden thought occurred to him. “So he didn’t spank you?”
Relief flooded him as she shook her head. “No, like I said, his punishments were never physical. Actually, he refused to spank me.”
“Refused to?” he asked. “You asked him to and he wouldn’t?”
What the hell?
Her cheeks grew red, but she nodded. “I, uh, I asked if we could use spanking as a punishment instead of timeouts or writing essays. But he said it was barbaric and ridiculous, and if I didn’t like his punishments, then perhaps I shouldn’t be naughty.”
Fuck, the things he’d like to do to this fucker.
They weren’t legal. And he didn’t give a shit.
“Then it’s just as well you’ve found yourself a man who’ll happily spank you when you’re naughty.”
She narrowed her gaze. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing. And you needn’t sound so cheerful about spanking me.”
“Your bare ass over my lap, and me getting to turn it red? Why wouldn’t I feel cheerful?” He smiled through his anger.
“You’re terrible. So spanking is something you’d use as punishment as a Daddy?”
“Yeah, I prefer to use spankings. I mean, I sometimes use timeouts. But I won’t do that with you. A spanking means that the punishment is over and done with quickly. And then we can move past what happened. I don’t want you to be scared of me or of who you are.”
“I’m still not sure I can do this.” She looked so uncertain that it hurt him. He wanted to bundle her up and keep her with him all the time so he could protect her from the world.
But he knew she’d likely knee him in the balls if he tried. God, the thought of anyone trying to snuff out the spark that this girl had . . . it was painful.
“You have a pacifier and bottle in that box . . . your Little is younger?”
“I . . . I think so. I mean . . . I bought those things in the box one day when he was at work. I was supposed to be doing my schoolwork and if he’d found out, he would have taken them away—along with a blanket and an outfit that I really liked. I’ve had Nutters for longer. She was a childhood toy and he let me keep her.”
Let her keep her toy.
Like she’d expected him to throw it away.
“One step at a time, okay?” he said to her. “Come to the Ranch with me. We’ll explore our feelings for each other. If your Little side feels like coming out, great. If not, then we’ll deal with it.”
“But won’t you be upset if I don’t want to do that anymore?”
Well, he didn’t think she could just turn off that part of herself like a tap turning off water. But he didn’t say that.
“I won’t be upset.”
Bebe eyed him like she didn’t quite believe him. Then she nodded and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That’s my girl. I’m going to take good care of you. I promise.”
Still, he’d make sure to pack the things in that cardboard box in the closet to take with them.
“How did it end?” he asked.
“Ah, well, it ended when he found someone better than me.”
“What the fuck?” he asked.
Better than her?
What the fuck kind of nonsense was that?
“Yeah, I was completely dependent on him by then. I did everything he told me to. Ate what he wanted, wore what he put me in, and went to bed when he said. I even took the classes he wanted me to. He, uh, this is so embarrassing to admit . . .”