Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
She nodded. Her only concern was whether or not he intended to also torment her with edging. So far he was doing a fine job of that by pushing her nightgown up above her breasts and forcing her to keep her legs open. But was he going to touch her and stroke her pussy?
Actually, that wasn’t her only concern. She had another far more pressing one. “Daddy?” she asked in her sweetest voice.
“What do you need, Cherry?” When he lifted a brow and met her gaze, she realized exactly what she was going to ask. She also knew what the answer was.
She drew in a breath. Asking for him to help her get into a younger age space was still hard for her sometimes. She could be brave though. “I need to pee.”
“I’ll be right back, Cherry.”
Watching Davis leave, Sue closed her legs, pressing her thighs together so she didn’t wet the bed. He returned quickly carrying something. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bed pan. He was going to make her pee here? In front of him?
“Where are those thighs supposed to be?” he asked in a strict tone.
Immediately, she pressed her knees out to the side.
“Bottom up,” he requested and slid the bed pan under her.
Unable to stop herself, Sue peed into the pan, knowing he could see everything.
Her Daddy didn’t say a word but just waited for her to finish and cleaned her after removing the device. When he returned from cleaning the pan, he brought her a bottle of his special formula.
“Would you like this?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m thirsty.” Her mouth was growing dryer by the minute.
She expected to hear a lecture, but he simply fed her the bottle. He was taking care of her even though she had been so bad. Sue felt so bad.
“How’s your head?” Davis asked.
“Can I have some Tylenol, Daddy?”
“You sure can, Baby girl. Where do you want Daddy to put it?”
“In my bottom, please,” she whispered, shivering at the same time. “I don’t think my tummy can handle it.”
He leaned over and kissed her lips. “I think that’s a very good idea. Can I count on you to make better decisions next time?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sue winced as she tried to move her arms. In a soft voice she murmured, “My arms are sore, Daddy.”
“Are you over your fascination with handcuffs, Cherry?” There was a glimmer of humor in his voice.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Relief flooded her when he grabbed the key to the cuffs from the nightstand, leaned over her, and removed the cuffs before lifting her arms gently one at a time and rubbing her biceps.
Daddy left the mittens on her as he arranged her arms in a more comfortable position at her sides. “Can you keep these naughty hands at your sides, Cherry? Or would you like me to pull our usual restraint straps out from between the mattress?”
“I’ll leave them at my sides. I promise.”
“Good girl, I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Daddy. Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” She was especially thankful he hadn’t intended to leave her cuffed for hours. Daddy was always reasonable and fair. He’d made his point. She’d truly learned a hard lesson.
“That’s Daddy’s job.”
Chapter Seven
Riley winced as she rolled over in her crib. The pain in her hip from slamming into the work table yesterday jerked her awake. The pain behind her temple made itself known next.
A large warm hand landed on her side. “That was a pretty loud whimper, Panda Bear. Does your hip hurt?”
“A little, Daddy,” she whispered into the pillow. “I don’t need more medicine though. It’s okay.”
He chuckled. “Who makes that decision, Riley?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I think it would be a good idea for you to be a model Little today after the antics of yesterday, don’t you?”
She nodded and rubbed her forehead. “Yes, Daddy. I’m never drinking again.”
He chuckled. “You will, Panda. This pain will fade and you’ll imbibe again, but next time maybe not so much that you get drunk and hung over. Daddy intends to spend the day helping remind you what a bad idea that was.”
She pursed her lips, not looking at him, wondering how he was going to discipline her. She wasn’t surprised he would do so. She deserved it. But she had no idea what he had in mind.
“Did you think it was a good idea for you and your friends to share three bottles of mudslides?”
She shrugged against the mattress. It had seemed like the best idea in the world last night when they were all comparing their horrible days.
“That was a half a bottle for each of you. That’s a lot of alcohol for a Little girl.”
She groaned. She hadn’t thought about the math. He was right.
Suddenly, she remembered she was supposed to be somewhere this morning. She bolted to sitting, wincing hard as her head and her hip protested. “What time is it, Daddy? I’m supposed to meet with Tatiana at the tattoo parlor to go over some designs she asked me to do.”