Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Maya wasn’t an idiot. She got up before he got to the count of three.
Maya was definitely an idiot.
She stood in the corner of the playroom and realized she was a big idiot.
And now her bottom was going to pay the price.
“Come here, Maya.”
Turning, she pouted as she dragged her feet and walked over to where Matthieu sat on a chair.
After getting back, he’d put her in the shower and washed her. Yep, he’d washed every inch of her.
It had been heaven and hell. Hell, because it was the biggest tease and at the same time, it had felt like heaven. Because she loved being taken care of. She’d thought it would be harder to let him take control, to let him take charge.
Maybe it was this place. It made her feel like she was free to be someone else. Someone who let others take on some of her worries, her responsibilities.
Or maybe it was just that it was Matthieu and over these past few weeks, she’d come to trust him.
To love him.
“Why are you being spanked?” he asked.
“Because I slipped into the river?”
“No.” He frowned at her. “You know why.”
“Because I didn’t listen to you.”
“That’s right. You could have been badly hurt or worse. You need to listen to your Papa.”
She knew he was right and she was already crying before he even got her over his lap. His smacks were fast and solid. Her bottom grew hot quickly. She was still a bit tender from yesterday.
At this rate, she wasn’t going to sit comfortably the entire time they were here.
Maybe you should start behaving yourself.
Maybe.
“Papa, no!” she cried as he moved his hand to her upper thighs.
“Papa wants you to know that he’s very serious about your safety,” he warned as he spanked her several more times.
When the spanking was over, her bottom was hot and she was sobbing. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying down on it with her next to him.
She cried until she was yawning.
“Time for a nap,” he told her.
“I don’t needs a nap. I got up late. I needs to play.”
“Nap first, then you can play.”
“Noo,” she grumbled.
He ran his fingers through her hair as he whispered to her in French.
Darn it.
That wasn’t cool. He always managed to get her to do exactly what he wanted when he spoke in French.
It was his superpower.
49
“Time to stop playing and have some dinner, Little girl,” Matthieu told Maya.
After her nap, they’d spent time playing in the playroom and building up her Lego village again.
It turned out she was very particular about what went where. And there was a story behind every building and who lived in it.
It was pretty darn adorable.
They’d run out of time to head into town to get his packages but they could do that in the morning.
“Soon, Papa,” she murmured. “I just have to get Mrs. Winters’ garden looking right. She’s very particular about it. And she really hates when Mr. Summer’s dog poops in it. What they don’t realize is that the dog poop is going to bring them together and soon Mrs. Winters will be buying a second rocker for her front porch.”
“While that is very interesting, Little girl, it’s time for dinner. You can finish tomorrow.”
“I can’t finish tomorrow!” She stared up at him, clearly aghast.
“Why is that?”
“Because I have to finish now. I can’t stop.”
“You can stop.”
“Nope.”
“Excuse me,” he said in a dark, deep voice. “Did you just tell your Papa no?”
“Umm.” She peeked up at him and then away. “I don’t think so. That doesn’t sound like me. That sounds like someone else, someone naughty who is not me. Because I’m a good girl. Good girl Maya, not naughty girl Maya.”
“Then good girl Maya should be on her way to the dining table, not sitting here creating dog poop.”
“It’s hard to make good looking dog poop from Lego!” she cried.
“I’m going to count to three. I don’t need to tell you what happens after that, do I?” he said. “One. Two.”
She wisely jumped up before he said three. But there was a frown on her face and she was clearly upset with him. “Papa! I was busy!” She stomped her foot.
Right. That was enough of that.
“You’re going to be very busy after dinner. Busy writing lines.”
Her mouth dropped open. “That’s not nice.”
“Neither is arguing with your Papa and stomping your foot.”
She grumbled as he took her hand and led her to the dining table. He’d already put her food on a plate for her and he helped her into her chair, pushing it in.
“Eat your dinner,” he commanded as he sat across from her.
“I isn’t hungry,” she grumbled.
Oh, she was in a mood, wasn’t she?
“I think someone needed a longer nap today. Or maybe a longer spanking.”
“Papa!” she cried. “I did not.”