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)
Sheesh.
“Addie is a good girl.”
Cash raised his eyebrows. “Well, of course Addie is a good girl. Who said differently?”
She gave a firm nod, and then felt a little bit foolish. “No one.”
That time she spoke.
And the look on his face made her freeze. “Uh-oh.”
She’d already broken a rule. How had that happened so quickly?
Urgh.
“Addie’s still a good girl?” she asked through the tablet.
“Addie is. But she just broke a rule so it might be a good idea to discuss consequences.”
She gave him a big smile. “But we haven’t discussed any yet, so I can’t be punished, right?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that’s true,” he drawled.
Rats. There went her loophole.
“First, let’s discuss limits. What do you not want me to do? So we don’t have anything like what happened this morning.”
Because he didn’t want her to freak out like the nutcase that she was.
“And you better not be thinking bad thoughts about yourself either.”
Okay. There was no way that he could police her thoughts. That wasn’t happening. Although it did seem like her face was depressingly easy to read.
“Is there anything that you absolutely don’t want me to do? For instance, I’m guessing giving you a spanking in front of someone would be a limit?”
Wait, was that even a possibility? Her eyes grew wide as she gaped at him.
He grinned. “Some people like it. They like people watching them. It gives them a buzz. Voyeurism, exhibitionism. Being punished in public can make the punishment more effective and means that the naughty Little or sub doesn’t misbehave again.”
There was no way she ever wanted to be punished in public. She didn’t even like being scolded in public.
Was she being too sensitive, though?
“It’s all right if you don’t like that, Addie,” Cash told her gently. “You’re allowed to like what you like and dislike what you don’t like.”
Right. That made sense. She eyed him before typing into the tablet. “How come you can read me so easily? Is my face such a dead giveaway?”
“Kind of. Also, I’m pretty good at reading people. What other limits do you have? Are there any sort of punishments you don’t like? Is there any way I might touch you that you wouldn’t like? Are spankings on the bare bottom okay?”
He just kept shocking her tonight, didn’t he? Thank God the wind hadn’t changed direction, or she might have been left with her mouth gaping open and her eyes super wide. That would have been incredibly embarrassing.
She hastily typed into the tablet. “What makes you think that I want any spankings at all? They might be a limit.”
“They’re not a limit,” he said, sounding very sure of himself. How the heck did he know?
“How do you know?” she asked. “They could be. Maybe I’m terrified of getting my bottom spanked.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “You’ve been very naughty today. You keep talking when you shouldn’t. When Little girls break the rules, they get punished, don’t they?”
She was staring at him. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. It was like he had her mesmerized.
“And do you know what happens when Little girls are naughty? When they don’t listen to Daddy and they break the rules?”
Oh, God. How was he doing this? How did he just know what to say? Her heart was racing and her mouth felt dry.
Everything he said sounded like it could have come out of one of her books, as though she might have dreamed it up.
“It seems you’ve forgotten what happens to naughty Little girls. They get their bottoms spanked. They go over Daddy’s knee, and sometimes he’ll pull down their pants and panties to bare their bottoms. Sometimes he won’t. He’ll slap his hand down on his naughty girl’s bare bottom until it’s red and throbbing and sore, and she might end up sobbing or begging him to stop. But Daddy only stops when he thinks that his girl has learned her lesson, doesn’t he? No point in stopping too early. Then, once the spanking’s finished, Daddy will roll her over in his arms and hold her tight. He’ll tell her what a good girl she’s been, how wonderful she is, and how much he admires her. How special she is, and how much she means to him.”
She was just sitting there. But in her mind, she could see exactly that happening. She could see herself over his lap, getting her bottom reddened, how hot it would feel, and then how he’d hold her tight and tell her what a good girl she’d been.
Yeah, she wanted that. She was such a liar saying that she didn’t want any spankings.
“You’re not worried about being spanked. That’s not a limit,” he told her. “And I think that you should stop pretending that it is.”
Oh, shoot. That had been a test, hadn’t it?
She eyed him suspiciously. He just smiled back at her.