Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“Your feet know who is in charge. Even if your mouth doesn’t.” He drew her between his parted legs and took hold of her chin, tilting her head back. “Who is the boss, Pequeña?”
“You are, Papi.”
“And you know the rules. You can’t live on bread and butter.”
“It’s a sucky rule.”
“But it’s there to keep you safe. And when you break a rule, when you disobey Papi, what happens?”
“I gets punished. Does you have to spank me, Papi?” She stared at him with wide eyes.
“I’m afraid I do,” he said, looking almost apologetic.
She knew that was a lie. “But I love you.”
“And I love you so much, Pequeña. That’s why I have to keep you safe. I don’t want anything happening to you.”
Darn it. He had to be all reasonable and stuff.
“Come on, over you go.” He maneuvered her so she was lying over his lap. Then he drew her dress up her back before pulling her pants and panties down.
Then there was silence.
What was wrong . . . oh crap. She’d just remembered her insurance plan.
“Why is there bubble wrap over your bottom?”
“Um, well, you see . . .” Shoot. She couldn’t think of a reason that would explain this.
“Did you put bubble wrap down your panties to protect your bottom from a spanking?”
“Um, well, I might have . . .”
“Most of these bubbles are popped,” he said, pulling it off her bottom.
“Yeah . . . I like popping them with my fingers, so I did it before I put it down there. Then they wouldn’t make a noise when I sat down. Genius, huh?”
He shook his head, letting out a bark of laughter. “It’s something. Only you forgot that Papi always gives bare bottom spankings.”
“Papi, you should learn to mix things up. It’s not good to be predictable.”
“Uh-huh, what I’ve really learned is that you need close watching.” He rubbed her bottom. “You’re getting ten smacks, Pequeña. Then we’ll have a cuddle and some lunch.”
She sighed. Great. So not only did she still have to eat the sandwiches, but now she had to do it with a sore bottom.
When would she learn to think things through?
The smacks came hard and fast, barely giving her time to think or cry out.
She kicked her feet, sobs escaping as he heated her bottom.
By the time he finished, tears were dripped down her face and she was slumped on his lap. He turned her over and cuddled her tight.
“You all right, mi Pequeña?” he asked with concern.
“Just contemplatin’ the consequences of my actions, Papi.”
“Really?” He gave her a shocked look.
“Hmm. I could lie and say yes, but I probably shouldn’t.”
“Not unless you want to sit well tonight, and that’s already going to be a problem, isn’t it?” He patted her bottom.
“Nobody likes that guy, Papi.”
“No, but you love him.”
“I really do.”
48
“Papi, I really don’t think it’s necessary to stick that thing up my butt.” She eyed the large anal plug nervously.
“I disagree. I think it’s definitely necessary to stick this up your butt.”
“You would, Papi. You enjoy sticking things in my bottom.”
“Oh, and you don’t enjoy having me play with your bottom, Pequeña?” he murmured.
“Nuh-uh.”
“We’ll just see about that. Over my lap you go.”
Uh-oh. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that.
Well, too late now, she guessed.
He was sitting in his chair behind the desk in his office. It was a big leather chair that creaked as Cat climbed over his lap. This had become their almost daily routine. Little time in her playroom for an hour or two in the morning, depending on how much time he had. Then he’d bring her into his office to prepare her ass. He’d graduated from his fingers to using the anal training plugs he’d bought.
Training plugs. Pfft.
It wasn’t like her butt was going to run a marathon or something.
Although she guessed, in a way, it kind of was.
At least her daily spankings had stopped now that it was more than a week since the truth had all come out.
She’d gotten changed after her nap into a skirt and top. Cat knew better than to wear panties to these sessions. Actually, unless she was in Little headspace, there wasn’t much point in her wearing panties at all.
Alejandro was awfully fond of pulling her into his office or their bedroom and bending her over to fuck her.
And yeah . . . she was pretty fond of that too. She couldn’t lie.
After positioning her over his lap, he drew up her skirt so that her bottom was exposed.
She squeezed her cheeks together as she heard him squirting lube onto his fingers.
“Uh-uh, you know the rules. Relájate.”
Right. Relax. She took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly as he pushed a finger deep inside her. A small moan escaped her.
Yeah, she was such a liar. She loved these sessions. She couldn’t help it. There was something about feeling him press his fingers deep inside her bottom that heated her blood and made her entire body clench.