Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Thank God he had the presence of mind to lock the door, because she could only imagine how much her humiliation would grow if someone walked in on her like this.
“Hmm. You’re going to need to take off the onesie, I’m afraid. It’s not one with a drop seat, although that would make it a lot easier for spanking you.”
Eek, did he think she wanted to make it easier for him to spank her?
No, sir. She did not.
And she wasn’t going to do it. Nope. There was no way that she was going to let him see her bare bottom, let alone spank it.
But then she felt him undoing the zip at the back of her onesie.
Drat.
She’d forgotten that the zip was there. It didn’t go down over her bottom, though.
All she had to do was hold her position and she’d be fine.
Hold it.
Hold it.
And then he leaned her backward and she didn’t put up a fuss. She was feeling guilty, not about talking. But because she’d hurt him. Even though it was an accident, she still felt terrible about it. So when he eased off her onesie, she bent herself back over the bed and scrunched her eyes up tight.
She also clenched her fists. No matter what happened, she was determined to stay quiet.
“Whoa, you’re very tense, baby. Are you scared? You don’t need to be scared. We don’t have to do this if you are.”
No, no. They did need to do this. She deserved this.
“Do it,” she said croakily.
Smack!
The slap that landed on her ass hurt. It was hard and heavy, and her bottom immediately started throbbing. She let out a startled squeak.
“Try not to make any noise, okay?”
She’d try.
“Here is Snaggles if you need him.”
Right. She guessed she could bury her face into Snaggles’ fur.
“Now, you’re being punished by Daddy for talking when you’re not supposed to. Something that you seem to do a lot of.”
Yeah, and she was also being punished for smacking him in the balls. She wasn’t going to say that out loud, though.
Cash grabbed his phone from his pocket and turned on some music.
“Just in case,” he told her.
Addie appreciated how much he was trying to protect her privacy.
“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t take off your panties.”
Why not?
“Not with your period.”
Oh yeah. Good call.
“I’ll just do this.” He slid her panties into the crack of her bottom so they sat there like a G-string.
Jeez. Could this get any more embarrassing?
The next smack that landed wasn’t anywhere near as hard as the first one had been. Huh, was that all he was going to give her? Several more smacks landed. They felt nothing more than a light touch. She deserved far harder.
Addie started to wonder if he was playing around with her, but then she remembered how he’d said it wasn’t just the pain, but the embarrassment of being spanked that could work as a punishment.
She guessed that was partially true, although she still felt guilty for causing him pain.
The spanking continued. He moved down one cheek and then up the other before smacking them both with light taps.
Her bottom actually was starting to get warmer. She could feel the heat of it, and, to be honest, as more spanks landed, her skin did start to get sensitive, the heat building.
Okay, that was surprising. She hadn’t expected her bottom to get so heated. Could a lot of light tapping actually give her a sore bottom?
Maybe this punishment was going to be far more effective than she’d realized.
His hand sped up slightly, maybe in tempo with the change in music. And the faster smacks really started to hurt. Her breathing grew quicker as well. Her hands clenched into fists.
This was it.
This was what she needed.
Finally, he stopped and paused. The room seemed to be frozen before she turned her head to look at him. He was staring down at her bottom. And she couldn’t work out that look on his face.
What was he thinking?
And why wasn’t he touching her? She really needed him to touch her right now.
She was starting to shake from the after effects. What was going on?
“Cash,” she whispered. “Cash, are you okay?” She moved so she was facing him, kneeling.
He shook his head. Maybe he wasn’t okay.
Had something happened? Had something gone wrong?
She wrapped her arms around herself as the shaking continued. “What is it? What did I do wrong?”
Addie ignored the strain in her throat. She didn’t care about that right now. All she wanted to know was if he was okay.
Suddenly, he blinked and seemed to come back into himself. “What? Addie? What’s wrong? Oh, shit. Come here, baby,” he said as he grabbed her hand. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
“No, no, it wasn’t too much, but you zoned out, and I wasn’t sure what I did wrong.”