Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Well, except for my bottom.
Chapter Seventeen
Waking up with Hades snuggling under her chin, Celeste blinked her eyes. She rose on one forearm to look at the black cat clock hanging on the wall in her playroom. Two hours had passed in a flash. She laid her head back on the pillow and smiled.
After her spanking, Hawking had carried her into the small attached room. She’d almost cried again at seeing the beautiful comforter stretched over the bed. He’d obviously taken a break from his duties to make her bed and unpack a few of her boxes.
After pulling back the soft cover, her Daddy had tucked her in bed with Hades and had stayed by her side, brushing his fingers through her hair until she’d allowed herself to fall asleep. She reached a hand to touch her bottom. It was still warm to the touch and ouchy. She would be standing to type up her documentation tonight.
“You’re awake. You had a good nap. I bet you feel better,” Hawking’s deep voice sounded from the doorway.
“I do. I didn’t know I was tired,” she admitted.
“Your brain is working overtime, CB.”
“I know.” She looked down at the comforter and plucked at the surface. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are. You don’t need to dwell on mistakes. Spankings erase all the bad feelings. They give you a new beginning.”
“You’re not mad at me?” she asked, peeking up at him.
“Not at all. Unless you plan on skipping a lunch break tomorrow…?”
“No! I’ll stop and take a break. I promise.”
“That’s my Little girl.”
“Can I talk to the team?” she asked.
“Of course. Everyone’s gathering for dinner. It’s fish and chips night.”
“That means French fries, right? Can I just call them that? I mean, do I say chips even when I’m dining with people from the United States?”
“Yes. We’re learning to be New Zealanders. Want to go down to hang with everyone?”
“Are they going to laugh at me? I bet they know you spanked me.”
“They probably know I spanked you, but I’m equally certain no one will laugh at you. Did you deserve it?” he asked.
She took a deep breath and let it out before forcing herself to answer. “Yes. I wouldn’t listen.”
“They’re all Daddies, and Sadie, being a Little, understands spankings.”
“Do you think Rocco spanks her?” Celeste asked, pushing herself to sit on her bottom.
“That’s between Sadie and her Daddy.”
“That’s a yes,” Celeste muttered.
“Come on, Cuddle Bug. Let’s go down and enjoy a break from working. All work and no play makes Celeste…” Hawking deliberately let his voice drift away as he looked at her.
“Makes Celeste’s bottom ouchy.”
“Exactly.” Hawking walked to the closet and pulled out a full skirt with an elastic waist. It was shades of the rainbow and very pretty.
Celeste threw back the covers eagerly and froze, remembering she only had socks on the lower part of her body. She moved Hades to cover her nakedness.
“Daddy has seen and tasted pretty much every inch of your body. The bits I’ve missed, I have a date with to remedy that lack,” Hawking reminded her.
Feeling silly, she laid Hades on the pillow and scooted to the edge of the bed, where she wiggled her sore bottom. Celeste stood and felt very Little. Half dressed in front of her Daddy, who still wore his work attire, the difference underlined the power exchange she craved. He was in control. She was not.
“Raise your hands, Little girl,” he directed, threading the skirt over her head and down to her waist.
She looked over her body and smiled. It was so pretty and soft. It didn’t hurt her bottom at all. That thought made her look up at him. “I need panties, Daddy.”
“Nope. Spanked bottoms need extra air to heal.”
“I’m going to go down to dinner naked?” she squeaked.
“You’re wearing a T-shirt, bra, skirt, and socks. That doesn’t qualify as naked,” he reminded her.
“But underneath…” she whispered.
“It will be our secret.”
She walked over to look in the mirror, turning this way and that way. The skirt was full, and all the layers were thick enough that no one would be able to tell.
“Can we come back and open all the presents?” she asked, afraid he’d send everything back.
“I think that would be a great idea. There are so many things left to discover.” He held out his hand and led her to the elevator.
Trying to distract herself from the chilly air fluttering around her bare skin under the floaty skirt, she said, “I liked my water bottle today.”
“Good. Let’s pick it up while we’re in the basement and clean it so it will be ready for tomorrow. What fruit do you want to try next?”
“Strawberries and lemons.”
“Hmm, like strawberry lemonade,” he guessed.
“Yes. I think that will be yummy.”
“I’ll have to try a sip,” Hawking murmured.
“You can drink from my bottle, too, Daddy. I’ll share.”