Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Well, I’m telling you that I really need to go now. Does that count?”
“Sit back on the toilet then. You’re free to go.”
She sat and pressed her legs together as she stared up at him. “Um, are you staying, Papa?”
“Is that a problem?”
She thought about it for a moment. But, hey, if he wanted to stay she didn’t really care. Tamsyn didn’t really have any hang ups about her body and what it did.
Nope. She had issues with everything else about her life, but not that.
So she peed while he stood there, and then he helped her wash her hands before putting her gloves back on.
“Hmm. Now what should we do as punishment?” he said.
“Maybe we should just write this off as a learning experience.”
“I don’t think so. I mean, I could say that you don’t get dessert as punishment.”
“Papa! Are you trying to be a big meanie?”
“A big meanie?”
“Yes. Only a big meanie would use dessert as a weapon. Dessert isn’t a weapon to be used against someone else, Papa.”
“Hmm. Well, it can’t be corner time or lines, those would take too long. So I guess it’s going to be a spanking. Turn around and bend over, place your hands on the lid of the toilet.”
“I would like to lodge a formal protest.”
“Noted. Denied.”
“Who made you judge and jury?” she grumbled.
“Me. When you called me Papa. Would you like to go back to no dessert?”
“Nope. I’m moving. I’m moving.” She turned around and bent over.
Before she could say anything more, his hand landed on her ass. It was almost over before she realized it had begun. Her bottom was warm, but it wasn’t really hurting.
He rubbed her bottom, pressing against her back as she tried to stand.
“Are you feeling all right, Bunny? Not feeling sad or negative?”
“No, I’m all right.” And she was. But this had been a far quicker punishment than what she’d experienced with Salem.
“Good. Let’s help you stand up.”
She stood and turned. He cupped her face, studying her.
“I’m all right.”
“Just making sure,” he said. “You’re never to lie about that, understand? If you feel yourself drop after a punishment, a scene, hell, at any time, I want you to tell me. Understand? Or Salem or Roman.”
“I will, Daddy made that clear.”
“Good.” He leaned in and gave her an angel kiss.
She sighed happily, smiling. Then he drew her clothes back on and picked her up on his hip once more.
“Time for dessert, Bunny.”
“Yay!”
28
Tamsyn groaned as she lay back on her bed.
“You all right, darling girl?” Roman asked as he stood over her, looking a bit hesitant.
After dessert, Salem had helped her get out of her clothes so she could shower and get into her pajamas.
Salem and Alexei had disappeared, leaving her with Roman and their latest book.
There were just two issues.
One was her stomach.
The other was the fact that Roman looked somewhat uncomfortable. He kept staring at the end of the bed. Was he remembering . . .
“Do you regret it?” she blurted out.
His eyes widened. “Regret what?”
“Letting me touch you? I know you don’t like people touching you normally and I was probably shit at it.”
He surprised her by putting his hand over her mouth. “You were not shit at it. You were amazing.” He drew his hand back.
“I was?”
“Yes. And the truth is, I liked it. A lot. I’m just . . . did you like it?”
“Oh yeah. I liked it. A lot.”
His shoulders slumped with relief. Oh, he’d needed some reassurance?
Silly her.
“I’d like to do it again,” she told him, then groaned. “But not right now.”
“What do you think is wrong?”
“I think I ate too much.” She rubbed her belly.
Roman frowned. “That’s no good. Too much dessert?”
“There’s no such thing. Wash your mouth out. But I don’t know. Maybe I had too much soup. I’ve never had this before.”
“Where is the pain? Lift your shirt up,” he commanded as he grabbed his phone. “Show me where.”
She rubbed her hand over her upper belly.
“Hmm. That could be indigestion. Wait here.”
He disappeared out the door before she could say anything.
Tamsyn knew that she’d eaten too much. This was really uncomfortable.
Roman returned a few minutes later with a heating pad, and some antacids, and the sippy cup that Salem had bought her earlier that day. The sippy cup was filled with water.
“Right. Here’s the antacid. You chew it.” He sat on the bed, facing her.
She sat up and leaned against the headboard before trying to take the antacid from him. But he drew his hand back and she stared at him in confusion.
“Open,” he commanded. Then he shook his head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sound so demanding. But I need to help you with this, so please open.”
She opened her mouth, and he placed the antacid on her tongue.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Maybe because he’d been feeding her earlier he didn’t think she could use her hands.