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)
He moved into the closet. When he returned, he was holding the most gorgeous onesie she’d ever seen.
“Is that a ladybug onesie, Daddy?” she asked in awe, sitting up.
“It is. And look, it has the hands and feet enclosed so they won’t get cold. And a drop seat in case you need to go potty or get your butt spanked.”
She glanced over at the door. “I’m not sure I can go into Little headspace with people here.”
“I understand, baby. I doubt she’ll try to get in here again, but it would be better if there was a lock on the door. It looks like there once was.”
“There was,” she said quietly. “Rhoddy took it off. He . . . worries about me.”
You should tell him what happened.
He would understand.
She would. Just not tonight. Another time when she was feeling less fragile.
“How about if I do this?” He grabbed the armchair and placed it against the door. It was a heavy armchair, it wouldn’t stop anyone who was determined to get in, but it would slow them down.
She relaxed slightly. “Okay, Daddy. But I won’t need my butt spanked.”
“Are you sure about that? Because you’re already owed quite a few spanks for saying sorry three times.”
Drat. He had been keeping track.
“That’s not fair! Some of those times it was my fault.”
“Nope. It wasn’t. But I’m not spanking you tonight after everything. We’ll take care of that the next time we have the house to ourselves.”
“Nooo, Daddy! I don’t want to wait for it! That’s torture.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “You’ve had a big day. I don’t want to push you too far.”
“I won’t sleep for worrying. I know what we can do, though!”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“We can just forget all about the spanking. There, problem solved.”
“Nice try, baby,” he said as he moved the pillows away and started to strip off her clothes. “But you’re getting the spanking.”
“Daddy, I think that’s very mean.” She yawned.
Lord, was she tired.
That might be why she could easily slip into Little headspace even though there were other people in the house.
He got her into the onesie. It was really nice. Soft and warm.
“Do you like, baby?”
“It’s the bestest, Daddy.”
He leaned over her and kissed her lightly. “Such a beautiful girl. So clever and smart.”
“Thank you, Daddy. You are a beautiful girl too.”
“Cheeky!” He started to tickle her, and she giggled until she felt her bladder pinch.
“Daddy! Potty!”
“Oops. I forgot that Little girls often need to go potty while being tickled.” He scooped her up and took her into the bathroom.
Setting her down on her feet, he undid the drop seat and tugged her panties down before helping her sit.
“Daddy, go!”
He eyed her. “Are we being a bossy baby?”
“We is being a bursting baby!”
“All right, I’m keeping the door open though. Call out when you’ve peed.”
Sheesh.
Daddies. They were so hard to train.
She peed and then cleaned herself up, pulling up her panties. But she couldn’t fasten her drop seat back up. She was washing her hands as he walked back in.
“Daddy! I might have been still peeing!”
“You were taking too long.” Pausing, he stared down at her with his eyebrows lowered. “And what did I say?”
“You said to stay where I am. And I did.”
“You aren’t sitting on the toilet.”
“I’m in the bathroom, though. I didn’t realize I couldn’t stand, Daddy.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “I think you knew what I meant.”
Cate gave him an innocent look.
“But I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Next time, wait on the toilet.”
“All right, Daddy.”
“Now, let’s get your spanking done.”
“Spanking? Now, Daddy?”
“I suggested waiting, but you wanted to get it over and done with, remember?”
“But . . . someone might hear us.”
“Not if we’re in here. With this going.” He shut the bathroom door and turned on the fan.
Actually, that would work well, provided Daddy didn’t spank really hard.
“You’ll have to spank me really gently, though, Daddy. Because if you do it too hard I might scream.”
“Is that right? Hmm, but if I do it too softly, then you might think I’m not serious about you not saying sorry when things aren’t your fault. You might forget the spanking and keep doing it. Which would mean I would have to spank you harder and longer next time.”
“That’s some crazy Daddy logic right there.”
“Us Daddies are known for our spectacular logic, thank you very much.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. Daddy logic just seems to be justification for spanking Littles’ butts. I personally think it’s an addiction. Perhaps we should find you a therapist.”
“Well, I’m not too worried, since the only butt I want to spank is yours.”
“Well, Daddy, that puts a lot of pressure on my butt to perform.”
It was such a relief to slip into Little headspace. The stress from earlier was still there inside her. But it was slowly shrinking as her Daddy took over. As he took care of her.