Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
It didn’t take long for her skin to feel hot. Every time he spanked her in the same spot, the sting was stronger. It seemed like forever before he finally stopped. By then she was breathing heavily.
Tears were running down her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. It wasn’t from the pain. It was from the exoneration.
She expected her Daddy to turn her over and snuggle her against his chest, so it surprised her when he instead lifted her up with her tummy still down and carried her to the corner of the kitchen.
It happened so fast that she hadn’t wrapped her mind around his intention until she found herself standing on her bare feet, her Daddy guiding her into the corner. “Legs wide, Little Bee. Keep those panties tight above your knees.”
She shuddered as realization dawned. He was putting her in timeout.
He lifted her dress above her waist. “Clasp your hands behind your back and keep your dress up above your naughty bottom. I want to be able to see your punished skin while you stand in timeout, Little girl.”
Anton helped her into the position he demanded, nudging her legs wider and adjusting her clasped hands so that the hem of her dress was above them.
She’d never felt more embarrassed or exposed in her life. Her bottom and thighs were on fire, the sting was intense. He hadn’t rubbed it to soothe it. This position left her feeling extremely vulnerable.
Gemma trembled violently for several minutes, unable to control her breathing or the goosebumps that rose on her skin. She didn’t know where her Daddy was in the room, but she could feel his gaze on her naughty naked bottom.
It seemed like forever before her breathing was back to normal, and the tension gradually eased from her body. Her poor choices sluffed off, leaving her feeling cleansed, just like her Daddy had told her.
And then a new sensation took over. The humiliation of standing in the corner like a Little girl made her pussy wet. Her breasts felt heavy. She wanted to rub them against the wall. She wanted to squeeze her legs together. It occurred to her this was exactly what Daddy had anticipated and the reason he’d told her to hold her panties up with her thighs.
By the time she sensed him approaching, she was a ball of arousal, wetness leaking down her inner thighs, her nipples hard points protesting their confinement inside her bra.
Daddy set his palm between her shoulder blades. “I’m proud of you, Little Bee. You took your first real punishment so well. Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable and clean off your tears in the nursery.” He bent down, tapped the outsides of her knees, and lowered her panties off her when she drew her feet closer.
Gemma released her hands from behind her back as her Daddy guided her to the nursery. She didn’t say a word when they arrived. She felt Littler than ever before. Did he know?
Daddy quietly unzipped her dress down the back and then unclasped her bra before removing both items, leaving her naked.
She gasped when he lifted her onto the changing table. “Lie back, Little girl.”
Wincing as her bottom made its presence known, she complied.
Daddy lifted her arms above her head and secured them before taking a wet cloth and gently wiping her face. “So proud of you,” he repeated before moving down to the end of the table. “Bend your knees and spread them open for Daddy.”
She shivered as she did as she was told.
“Good girl.” He smoothed his hands up and down her inner thighs before parting her lower lips with his thumbs. “So wet. Did the spanking and timeout make you horny, Little Bee?”
She nodded, certain her cheeks were as pink as her bottom.
Daddy opened a jar of some kind of lotion and set it between her legs. He then pushed her knees up closer to her chest and held them with one hand while he gently rubbed her bottom with the ointment.
Gemma moaned softly. It felt so good. The cream took away the sting and left her bottom warm and needy.
When he finished, he slid a diaper under her before opening another tube of ointment and applying it to her pussy.
She whimpered. “What is that, Daddy?”
“It’s diaper cream. It will protect your precious folds inside your diaper.” He didn’t elaborate and insinuate he would insist on her peeing herself, but she was a smart girl. She could read between the lines. She’d done it once before and seen how pleased he’d been. She could do it again.
Daddy surprised her when he bent over and blew a raspberry on her tummy before releasing her restraints.
She started giggling and couldn’t stop. He’d changed the serious mood in a heartbeat. The next thing she knew she was on her feet and Daddy was pulling a nightie over her head.