Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“You need to learn to trust your Daddy. I’m not some random guy that drifts through your life. I plan to be around for a very long time.”
“I’m getting a spanking because I didn’t trust you? That isn’t fair.”
“Daddy knows what you need, and so do you if you’re honest with yourself,” Terry stated firmly, never so sure of anything in his life.
He counted the cars that zipped past his parking lot as she considered all he’d said. This would be one of those pivotal moments of their relationship. Would she push back or submit?
“Yes, Daddy.” She swallowed audibly before adding, “Can you be gentle? I’ve never been spanked.”
“I will hold you tight and rock you against my chest afterward,” he promised as an alternative.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Pack Spike and some clothes for tomorrow. Have a good day. I want to hear all about it. Collect something funny to tell me,” he requested.
“I will. Promise. Oh! I have to go.”
“Call me before you leave from work. I’ll save a special kiss for you, Bumblebee.”
“And for Spike?”
“Of course.” He chuckled as she disconnected the phone.
Chapter Eight
Kiki’s day sparkled almost as much as her bottom tingled in anticipation. She wasn’t silly enough to think her spanking would be a few soft pats. Her Daddy would make sure she remembered it.
When she went out front to find her next customer, Kiki stopped in her tracks. “Riley?”
“Hi, Kiki. I hope you’ll tame this rat’s nest for me.”
“Of course. Let’s go see what’s going on,” Kiki suggested.
When she got Riley into the chair, Kiki ran her fingers through the tangled mess and grimaced. “How did you do this?”
“Usually I braid my hair or Daddy puts it up into a ponytail, but during our exhibition last night, I moved my head at the worst time and my hair snarled in the rope as Daddy rotated me down to the floor.”
“I bet that hurt!” Kiki frowned at the thought.
“It wasn’t that bad until I tried to free myself and thrashed around a bit,” Riley confessed.
“Panicked, did you?”
“Just a bit. Daddy tried to fix it but it’s…” Riley shook her head and the entire mass shifted together.
“We’re going to slather conditioner on it and tame this furry cap,” Kiki proclaimed.
“You’re amazing, Kiki. Thank you for helping.”
“I’ll warn you—you’ll lose a bit of the length because those split ends won’t untangle easily.”
“Whatever you think, Kiki. I don’t really care how long it is. Daddy just likes to be able to pull it,” Riley shared.
Confused, Kiki pulled on a lock on the side. “Like this?”
Riley just laughed, gathered the length in the back, and yanked her head, arching her neck behind. It was so transparent that she was referring to her Daddy’s actions during sex that Kiki laughed as her cheeks blazed red. Instantly the two Littles were bonded forever.
An hour later, Riley’s hair lay sleek against her shoulders—just a few snips shorter. Already the Littles had plotted colors to try out on her hair the next time Riley came to the salon.
“Damn. I should have brought you a cupcake!” Riley exclaimed as she paid for her new hairdo and thoughtfully tipped Kiki for her help.
“That would have been wonderful, but not necessary. Thanks for coming in. I enjoyed getting to know you better,” Kiki told her before being wrapped in a hug by her newest client.
“Me, too. See you soon!” Riley bounced out of the salon with new energy in her walk. Immediately, she selected a phone number and talked excitedly into the phone before disappearing out of sight.
Smiling, Kiki returned to clean up her station and concluded she knew just what story she would tell her Daddy that night. Riley had made her day.
An hour later, an ambulance without flashing lights pulled up in front of the salon and a handsome man Kiki recognized as the Knot Master himself stepped out and carried a large bakery box inside.
“Special delivery for Kiki!” he announced. “It’s heavy. Where should I set it?”
“Are those Little Cakes?” a cosmetologist practically squealed in delight.
“Would you set them in the back? I’ll share with everyone,” Kiki explained as she led him into the private space.
When he set them on the table, she added, “Thank you, Milo. You didn’t need to bring cupcakes.”
A crackle of the radio on his belt drew his attention. “Got to go. Enjoy the cupcakes. Better snag the Fudge Crunch now!” he suggested as he turned and jogged out the door.
“On it!” Kiki nabbed her favorite from the box and called, “Help me eat these, ladies,” before stepping back out of the way.
“It was a good thing I grabbed the Fudge Crunch cupcake. There were two in the box and the second one was gone fast!” she told Terry as he sat next to her on the couch, turned slightly so he could see her clearly.