Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Adam is everything he wasn’t.
“I want to see my ass.” I smiled as he guided me into the bedroom. My blood was pumping hard and I felt each pulse on the skin of my rear end.
“I couldn't agree more. I love to see your ass.” He gave me a little slap on my rear and I hissed on a little wince.
We walked to the full-length mirror and he turned me around, positioning me facing away from the reflection as I angled my head and looked over my shoulder.
My very round, full ass cheeks were screaming bright red, the perfect outline of Adam’s fingers marking the flesh. I couldn’t help but gently touch the fire that was burning there.
“God, Daddy, it’s so red.”
“Yep.” Adam nodded. I wasn’t sure if he thought it looked good or not, but he certainly couldn’t keep his eyes off me. “Come here. We’re never going to get clothes on you at this rate. Jesus, Angel, my cock has never been this fucking hard. And damn, around you it’s been harder than ever before. I need to focus. Come on, baby girl, stand right here.”
He pointed in front of him and I stepped to where he indicated.
I watched as he went to my closet and drawers without a word, selecting underwear, a bra, and a white eyelet dress. He laid them out on the bed, then returned to me and took my hand in his, kissing my fingers.
“What about that pink nightgown deal?”
“Changed my mind. Daddies can do that so be prepared. When you think you know what’s coming, just remember. You don’t.”
“Sounds like a wild ride.” I teased bending over with a wink. “So, you going to dress me?”
He nodded. “That’s the plan. And, from now on, if I’m not dressing you, you can ask what you should wear. I might say it’s baby’s choice or I might choose for you. And you always, always ask if you should wear panties or not. That’s another rule. You better start writing them down. I don’t want you to forget.”
Slowly, lovingly, he dressed me. I didn’t have to lift a finger. My usual obsession and indecision when it came to selecting outfits was taken away. All I had to do was stand there and let him do it for me.
“Daddy’s always going to love you, but also I’m always going to protect you and take care of you in ways you might not understand. You are to always be honest. Let me know what you’re thinking and feeling. If you don’t, I can’t do my job. Together, we’re going to figure this out and it’s going to be better than ever. I promise.” He sat on the bed and I climbed into his lap. “But, remember, there are rules and you’ll be punished if you break them.”
My heart skipped a couple beats as I let that sink in.
The first spanking seemed surreal now. In the wake of the events of the night before and my hangover, had I acquiesced to his stern discipline too easily? A grown woman letting her boyfriend spank her?
For a few seconds, I decided now is the time for this full honesty deal to start.
“I’m not totally sure about the whole spanking thing.” I spoke clearly but softly into his chest, not willing to meeting his eye.
“Well, it is what it is, baby. Whether you’re sure about it or not, that’s the way it is. Have I ever done anything to make you think I would really hurt you, baby? Haven’t I always given you what you needed when you needed it?”
I nodded. The truth was, I enjoyed that spanking more than I was willing to admit but the logical part of me was fighting back.
“I gotta leave, baby. If I stay here any longer I’m going be tongue deep in that sweet little pussy of yours again and my day is crazy packed. If I don’t message as much as usual, don’t panic. I’m with you baby, I just have to get through the rest of this week.” The muscles in his torso flexed as he gently lifted me off his lap.
I’d always enjoyed watching Adam dress. I followed him with my eyes as he went to his closet, selecting a perfectly-pressed dress shirt and draping it around his massive shoulders. It defined more than hid those taut pectorals, tapering to his waist as he tucked it into his pants. I admired every inch of his chiseled face and his broad chest. He always seemed to have the confidence of a king. He ran his fingers over his short, black hair, the growling jaw stubble only adding to his seductive energy.
“You’re so handsome…” I stalled, then after a split second of inner debate, added, “…Daddy.”
He shot me a hot glance as he picked up his belt and slipped it through the loops.