Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Her face was filled with surprise. “I nearly burned the house down!”
Shit.
“Baby, you did no such thing.” He cupped her face between his hands.
“I did. There was so much smoke.”
“Did you mean to do that?” he asked.
“No, of course not.”
“It was an accident. I’m not going to punish you for an accident.”
“But . . . but . . .” Tears dripped down her face.
He drew her into his arms. “Baby, shh. You’re worrying me.”
“I want to be a good girl.”
“Greer is a good girl. She’s always a good girl. My precious baby girl. Nothing you could do would ever truly be bad. A bit naughty, but never bad.”
She sniffled. “I don’t want to cause you problems and that’s all I seem to do, and now you have to get the carpets and drapes cleaned. But I can do that. Or I’ll pay for it if you want professionals.”
“Greer, hush. You’re not doing it and you’re not paying for anything,” he said firmly as he carried her back to his bedroom. Poor thing was exhausted. She looked utterly done in as he settled in the armchair in the corner of the room with her on his lap. Grabbing her chin, he tilted her face back.
“I shouldn’t have gotten distracted while it was cooking,” she muttered. “I just wanted to clean the house up a bit . . .”
“You were cleaning the house? I thought you were going to do some work today?”
“I forgot. I’ll have to do that tonight.”
“Baby girl, you aren’t doing anything but sleeping tonight. You’re completely exhausted.”
“But I have to work!”
He eyed her. “I’ll make you a deal. If you go to sleep early I’ll wake you up when I leave in the morning so you can start work early. But no work tonight.”
She nibbled at her lip, but eventually nodded.
“I’m going to order some pizza and we’re going to eat and watch some mindless TV, okay? Then bed.”
“I still don’t see how the lasagna caught on fire like that . . . even if you did forget about it.”
She gave him another guilty look. “I don’t know if I had it on the right setting on the oven. All the pictures are so small. I couldn’t really see them properly.”
Right.
“Greer, have you ever had your eyes tested?”
She stared up at him. “Umm, no? Why?”
“I think you know why. You’re having trouble seeing things, aren’t you? I’ve noticed you struggle to read things like menus or what’s on the phone without zooming in.”
“Shoot. I guess so.”
“And sometimes you get headaches that are probably due to your eyes straining.”
“I don’t want glasses, though,” she wailed. “What if they look funny? What if I keep losing them? And how can I afford them?”
“They’re not going to look funny, and you probably won’t need to wear them all the time. I’m going to schedule an appointment.”
“Will you come with me?”
“Of course I will, baby. But from now on, you’re not to use the oven or stovetop without me here, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good Little girl.”
“I’m not really a good girl. And I still think you should punish me.”
“You feel that badly?”
She nodded.
“I don’t want to punish you for an accident, but I also don’t like to see you so upset. I do owe you a spanking for not calling me straight after you had that run-in today. But I was going to give you that tomorrow.”
“No, Daddy. Please. I can’t wait that long. Please.”
He eyed her. Maybe this would help her feel better. He didn’t want her worrying about this all night. He lifted her off his lap.
“All right.” He walked to the bed, thinking it would be easier than if stayed sitting on the chair. “Over my knee, then.”
He helped her climb over his lap, not wanting to risk her hurting herself. When she was settled into place, he drew down her pajama pants.
She squirmed slightly and he gave her ass a light tap. “Stay still.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Remember at any time, you can say your safeword. And I expect you to if you’re overwhelmed, scared, if you’re in too much pain, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“That’s my good girl.”
39
Holy.
Crap.
She knew it would hurt. But she hadn’t expected the stinging pain that erupted across her skin as he spanked her.
Ouch! She let out a small cry as another smack landed.
She didn’t exactly have a high pain tolerance, but she hadn’t realized that two smacks to her ass would have her wondering how much more she could endure.
Smack! Smack!
She started squirming, her legs kicking back and forth as she started sobbing.
Smack! Smack!
“Daddy!” she cried.
“You have four more to go,” he said, pausing. “Unless you’re using your safeword.”
She really wanted to. But she didn’t think she had reached that place where the punishment erased the guilt she felt.
“N-no. I want to keep going, Daddy.”
“You’re a very brave girl.”