Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“That is an incorrect assumption.”
Khadar walked into the closet. Lalani followed him, curious about what he was doing. She watched him press on the wall, causing a large section to rotate out. Peering around his bulk, she spotted a large supply area filled with different items. Khadar ignored them all to pull out a chair.
“Why’s that in the wall, Daddy?”
“Because it’s a special chair that is only used in very serious situations.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m truly sorry for lying, and I’ll never do it again.”
“Yes, you will. And this chair will come out again. Scoot on back into your nursery. Let’s get your punishment underway.”
Underway? Was it going to last a long time?
Edging to the side, Lalani shifted for Khadar to carry the folded chair into the nursery. She stood off to the side to watch as he set it up. It seemed to move funny. Was a chair supposed to move?
“Come here, Princess.”
She dragged her feet, moving as slowly as possible. Khadar didn’t rush her, just waited patiently for her to join him.
“Daddy, it’s too early to get ready for bed.”
“It will be a bit until you go to bed, Princess. Come sit on this chair.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked as he lifted her up by circling her waist with his hand.
He didn’t answer until he’d set her carefully on the chair and wrapped a thick band around her torso. Her breasts were bound under the thick material. Lalani wiggled slightly and felt the webbed material rub over her nipples slightly. “Put your hands on the armrests, please.”
“I don’t like this chair, Daddy.”
“It will be a love/hate relationship, I’m afraid. Arm rests,” he reminded her.
Slowly, she shifted her hands to lie on the supports. Lalani watched him tether her forearms to the chair. “I don’t understand, Daddy. Why am I tied to the chair?”
“Little ones who touch themselves without permission lose that privilege. Now, I’m going to tilt you back a bit. Don’t worry. I’m right here,” Khadar reassured her as he did something on the side and her chair shifted backward until her weight rested on her back and her hips were slightly elevated above her head.
“That’s perfect.” She could feel his hands messing with the seat and suddenly an entire section of it detached from the main support of the chair. “There we go.”
She could feel the air passing over her most intimate areas and quickly squeezed her thighs and calves together to shield her now exposed pussy.
“Thank you for reminding me, Lalani.” He shifted her legs apart. Khadar was securing the first one when she just slid the other next to it and crossed her ankles out in mid-air.
“Being naughty with all those black marks today would not be something I would recommend,” Khadar warned in a tone that brooked no rebellion.
“I’m scared, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I am not going to hurt you, Lalani. I couldn’t do that. Are you going to be uncomfortable? Yes. In pain, no. Unless I have to spank you first for being uncooperative.”
She studied his face, thoughts racing through her mind. Khadar couldn’t hurt her. A spanking would be more than uncomfortable. She felt so exposed. Lalani tried not to respond to his dominance, but her body wasn’t listening. He’d know she was turned on by how wet she was.
“I don’t want a spanking,” she whispered again.
“That’s my good girl. Let’s get you into position then and you’ll avoid that punishment.”
While she considered his words, noting he considered this punishment, Khadar easily restrained her calves against the front legs of the chair. He stepped back and looked at her body from a few feet away.
“Good girl.”
He walked over to the dresser and picked up two items. Bringing them back to where Lalani was secured, he set the plug on her tummy as he slowly screwed off the top of the tube of lubricant.
“Daddy, no.” She shook her head frantically as she tried to convince him she didn’t need to wear that plug. It was heavy and cold against the small area where it touched her skin instead of the thick binding around her torso.
“Yes, Princess. Try to relax for me. That will make this easier on you.” He spread the slippery gel around her small entrance he’d exposed in her position. “Take a deep breath. Hold it. Now exhale.” His finger slid through that tight ring of muscles and into her bottom.
She shook her head and begged, “Take it out. Please, take it out.”
“You are protesting too much, Princess. I think maybe you like the feel of my finger sliding past all these nerves. It’s spectacular, isn’t it?” he asked, gliding his finger in and out of her.
“Nooo,” she wailed. She held her breath and tried to push his finger from her while she did her best not to notice how her body reacted to his touch. The sensations almost sizzled. Why was she so sensitive there? She bit her lip trying not to respond to his invasion.