Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Did you have a cell to yourself?” he asked, emerging from the darkened area with his shirt unbuttoned and pulled loose from his waistband.
She tried not to stare at his chiseled torso. Cynthia clinched her thighs together as heat grew between them. Looking down at Bullyboo, she answered, “I did. Thank goodness it wasn’t ever really dark. The corridor was always lit for the guards.”
“You’ll sleep better here,” he suggested.
“Definitely.” Cynthia hesitated a few seconds and then blurted, “Can I sleep with you? I know my bad dreams will stay far away if you’re there to scare them.”
He chuckled and nodded. “I think having you close will keep me from having nightmares as well. I worried about you.”
She tried not to watch as he unfastened the buckle of his belt and pulled it free from the belt loops. A shiver of arousal shot down her spine as some of those scenes from the books she’d read about Little girls getting spankings ricocheted in her mind. Cynthia watched him wind the leather strap around his hand and bit her lower lip.
His deep voice pulled her from her fantasies. “Little girl, do you like to be spanked?”
Her gaze jolted to his face. Immediately, heat flooded her cheeks, and Cynthia knew she was blushing furiously. “No. Of course not.”
“Why of course not?” he asked, slapping the end of the belt lightly over his palm. “You’re allowed to enjoy or be curious about anything. Have anyone ever spanked you?”
“No! Of course…” She caught herself before repeating her previous words. “People aren’t supposed to be attracted to that in real life. I know it’s just a fantasy.”
“Fantasies and realities can overlap. Do I think you’d like a harsh punishment spanking with my belt? No. It’s discipline. You’re not supposed to enjoy it. Can it turn you on even though it’s a correction of inappropriate behavior? Yes.”
“Yes?” she questioned. That simple word that seemed to make everything in her dreams float together. Cynthia had never understood why scenes she read where the Little girl was disciplined were so hot to read. That shouldn’t turn her on.
“Spankings can help Little girls move on from fretting about bad things they’ve done.”
“Like me?”
“Like any Little girl. Everyone makes bad choices at some point. Spanking can help a Little girl clear away her guilty thoughts.”
“Does a Daddy forgive her when he spanks her?” Cynthia blurted. That had worried her a lot after telling Dirk about all her troubles. Maybe he couldn’t dismiss her mistakes from his mind.
“What a Little girl needs to remember is that her Daddy loves her. If she learns from her mistakes and doesn’t deliberately try to hurt others, there are very few things a Daddy can’t forgive.”
“I feel really bad about loading that program. It was the most stupid thing in the world.”
“Do you think a spanking would help you let go of your guilt?” he probed.
“I don’t know. Could something that simple really make me feel better?”
“Up,” Dirk commanded, holding a hand out to help her stand. He rotated their positions before sitting down on the bed. After deliberately setting the coiled belt next to him on the mattress, Dirk wrapped his fingers around her waist and held her steady. “Do you trust me not to abuse you?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t hurt me,” she answered confidently.
“Your bottom is going to ache, sweetheart. I’m going to spank you past the novelty of being spanked to the reality that you won’t sit down tomorrow without remembering that you have been punished.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl. Off with your clothes.” He tugged her T-shirt over her torso.
Struggling, Cynthia crossed her arms over her chest. “I have to be naked?”
“Yes. I need to monitor all of you, sweetheart.”
It felt like forever as he simply waited for her to decide. Slowly, she released her arms and raised them over her head. She loved and hated that he waited for her to decide to comply. Cynthia couldn’t hide that she was giving him permission to spank her.
“That’s a good girl,” he reassured her as he quickly removed the shirt and tossed it on the bed. He made quick work of unfastening her jeans and pushing them over her hips and down to her ankles. Her panties followed quickly.
Dirk’s hands captured hers as she shielded her pubic area from his view. “No, Cynthia. Hands by your sides,” he instructed firmly, waiting until she complied.
“Lift your right foot,” he requested and removed her shoe, sock, and the draped clothing before moving to the other side. Her ankle monitor did not bother Dirk. He simply worked around it as he undressed her.
“I’m sorry I have to wear this,” she apologized.
“I’m not and you shouldn’t be, either. It allows you to be out of jail and with me and Bullyboo.”
“I didn’t think of it that way.”