Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Because she didn’t have to worry about anything. Ethan would do the worrying for her.
“Does it? Well, I think it performed beautifully last time.” He put the toilet seat down, then sat on it and reached for her, pulling her over his lap.
The drop seat was already open, so all he had to do was slip her panties down over her ass.
He squeezed one ass cheek. “Of course, if you don’t want to put pressure on your bottom to perform, then you know what you need to do, don’t you? Stop breaking the rules.”
“I don’t know how saying sorry is breaking the rules.”
“Well, perhaps we should make it a rule of its own. No saying sorry for things that aren’t your fault.”
“If you’re only just making that rule now, then surely you can’t spank me for breaking it.”
Gosh, she was good.
“Nice try. But I’d already warned you several times. You knew about this rule even if it wasn’t explicitly stated. Now what are you going to remember not to do?”
“Not to say sorry when I am not at fault,” she repeated.
“Good girl.”
Slap! Slap!
The two smacks caught her by surprise, making her gasp.
Was this really her life now? Getting her butt spanked in a bathroom?
Smack! Smack!
Yes. It seemed it was.
His hand landed over and over until her bottom was stinging and she was crying, tears sliding down her face. She lay slumped over his lap.
Okay. She got it.
He really didn’t want her to apologize for things that weren’t her fault.
Finally, he stopped, and she lay there sobbing while he rubbed her back.
“Good girl. All over now. You did so well. Your bottom performed spectacularly and so did you.”
She let out a small laugh that ended with a sob.
“Aww, my poor girl. Let’s get you tidied up.” He drew up her panties, then the drop seat before sitting her on his lap.
Then he stood and leaned over to grab some tissues from the box on the counter before sitting again so he could clean her up.
Holding her chin, he wiped her cheeks free of tears. Then he held the tissues to her nose.
“Blow.”
She blew her nose. Ew. That was gross.
But he didn’t even grimace, just threw the tissue in the bin before standing and moving to the counter to grab a washcloth. He put it under warm water, then set her down on the counter.
“Ouch, Daddy! My bottom!”
“Is it sore to sit on? Well, that’s what happens when you get your butt spanked.”
That seemed rather harsh. Using the cloth, he wiped her face.
Oh, that was nice.
Then he cleaned her hands, even though they weren’t dirty. It was still sweet.
Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom and settled her under the covers. “I have something else for you. I’ve already washed it.”
He disappeared into the closet and came back with a bottle.
A baby bottle.
Oh. She had read books where the heroine used a baby bottle. She’d dreamed about being brave enough to order one. But she’d never taken that step.
“I’m going to go and fill this with milk and get you some water.”
Out into the kitchen? What if someone saw?
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see me.” He put the pillows around her again. She felt so snug and comfy.
Letting out a sigh, she let her eyes drift shut. Exhaustion rolled over her.
She was always like this after she had an . . . an episode, she guessed you’d call it.
And now her routine was all out of whack. Then again, she hadn’t been able to stick to it very well lately. Perhaps that was part of the problem too.
“Aww, my baby. You’re so tired, aren’t you?”
Cate let out a small whimper as she felt him get into bed beside her. The pillow between them was pulled away and then he drew her against his chest.
“Shh, baby. Daddy has you.” The nipple of the bottle was pressed to her lips and she opened her mouth and sucked.
Um.
Hmm.
She wrinkled her nose and pulled her mouth away.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like the bottle?”
“I like the bottle, Daddy. But I don’t think I can drink warm milk. It’s kind of yuck. I don’t think I’ve had it in years and I just don’t think I like it.”
“That’s fair enough.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe if it had some flavoring?”
“Yeah, chocolate would be good.” She grinned up at him.
“I’ll go put some chocolate in it. So cheeky.”
“You like me cheeky.”
“I do, my baby. I really do.”
When he returned, she was mostly asleep. But she opened her mouth when prodded, sucking down the chocolatey goodness.
Ahh.
That really hit the spot.
“My precious girl. Such an amazing girl for her Daddy. So proud of you.”
She drifted off to sleep with the sound of his praises in her ears and chocolate milk in her belly.
Could anything be better?
Well, she could’ve done without the hot bottom, she guessed.