She didn’t even have the energy to reply. She swallowed a few more mouthfuls before putting the bottle down. When he climbed back into bed minutes later, he picked it up and held it to her mouth again, having to remove her thumb first.
She complained but she was too tired to really fight. When he removed the bottle, he drew her back into his embrace, so he was spooning around her.
“Mine,” he whispered in her ear as she drifted off. “All mine.”
She certainly was.
33
“What are we doing today, Daddy?” Marisol swung her feet as she colored at the table. Her picture was nearly finished. She concentrated on carefully coloring in the lines.
This morning, Linc had woken her gently. He’d placed a warm heat pad between her legs to soothe her pussy while he’d given her a bottle of water. When he’d let her out of bed, he’d dressed her up in her princess onesie.
She loved it.
Now, they’d had breakfast and he was cleaning up as usual, while she colored.
“Well, after you’ve checked your blood sugar, I’m going to have you go get your round paddle and meet me in your playroom. You’re going to get your spanking for being naughty yesterday and then you’re going into the corner for fifteen minutes.”
“Daddy, no!”
Drat. How had she forgotten about the spanking! She looked up at him pleadingly. But he simply gave her a firm look back.
Her shoulders slumped. Darn it. This was gonna suck.
Twenty minutes later, she moved slowly towards the playroom, her paddle in hand. She dragged her feet. Opening the door, she walked into the room with a big sigh. Her bed had arrived a few days ago and Linc had made it up with some soft pink linens. It had a canopy hanging over it with fairy lights. She’d missed her nap yesterday so she hadn’t gotten to sleep in it yet.
Linc was sitting in the middle of the bed, watching her. He crooked a finger at her and she made her way slowly over. Grabbing the paddle, he set it on the bed next to him. That’s when she saw the anal plug and lube sitting there. Oh no. He drew her between his open legs. He took hold of her hips gently.
“Why are you getting punished, teeny?”
“Because I was naughty and put myself in danger.”
“And why is that so bad?”
“I could have gotten hurt and Daddy would have been sad.”
“I would be devastated if anything happened to my teeny. She’s everything to me.” He reached down and undid the snaps at the crotch of her onesie.
“I want you to pull your onesie right up to your waist.”
Oh man. This was embarrassing. But she reached down obediently and drew it up so he got a good view of her pussy.
“Good girl. Now lay yourself over Daddy’s lap.”
He helped her position herself over his lap, with her torso and legs well supported. Then he tucked the bottom of the onesie up out of the way. He rubbed her cheeks.
“It’s twenty with my hand followed by ten with the paddle. Can you keep your hands down and out of the way?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Remember you can say red at any time and I will stop. I’ll also check in with you. Are you ready?”
Ready? Would she ever be ready? But she knew she wanted to do something to alleviate her guilt over worrying him so much.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He started immediately. And it was no warm-up. These spanks were hard and fast. Ten were given in quick succession and she barely managed to catch her breath. By the time he stopped to rub, tears were already coursing down her cheeks.