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)
“I don’t want that thing in my butt, Papa!”
“And I told you that Papa is in charge of your health. So you need to listen to me and do as you are told. What you are not allowed to do is run away from Papa. That was very naughty, wasn’t it?”
She pouted. “Sorry, Papa.”
Picking her up, he put her on his hip and then walked out of the room with her. Tank and Big B had disappeared.
He strode into the playroom and shut the door. Then he carried her to the bed and laid her on her back.
She was dressed in a cute tracksuit. It was green and slightly fluffy. There was a large strawberry on the front of her top.
Grabbing hold of the top of her pants, he drew them and her panties down. She was allowed panties since she was dressed in Little clothes.
Even her panties had strawberries on them.
He took them off completely.
“This isn’t very nice, Papa!” she told him as he grasped hold of her ankles and drew her legs up, pushing them against her chest.
“No, what isn’t nice is you running away from Papa when he’s just trying to look after you.” He stared down at her. Her bottom was slightly raised off the bed, her pussy completely bare and extremely pretty.
He could feel himself growing hard, but this wasn’t the time for that.
Raising his free hand, he smacked it down on her bottom.
It was clear that she hadn’t expected him to spank her in this position as she stared up at him in shock, her mouth open and eyes wide.
“Papa! What are you doing?” she cried.
“Spanking you,” he replied as he smacked his hand down several more times. “You are not to run and hide from Papa. Especially not when it involves your health. Or your safety.”
“Papa! You can’t spank me like this!”
He paused, staring down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me? Why can’t I spank you like this?”
“B-because! You just can’t!”
“I think you’ll find that I can. And that I am.” He landed several more spanks. “Now, what are you not going to do next time that Papa tries to take your temperature?”
“I’m not going to run away. Ow! Ow! Papa, stop!” she cried as he continued to spank her.
“Hmm, no, I don’t think I’m ready to stop just yet.” He spanked her several more times until she relaxed and stopped trying to fight him. Then he stilled and started rubbing her cheeks.
“I’m s-sorry, Papa,” she said as she sniffled.
“I know that not everything is easy to accept, Bébé,” he told her soothingly. “And you’re still my best girl. Such a good, perfect, beautiful girl.”
She smiled up at him and he let her legs drop before gathering her into his lap and kissing her softly. Then he grabbed a tissue and cleaned her up.
“My amazing girl.”
Maya knew she could get used to this.
She wasn’t sure what she liked more. Being held by him or being praised by him?
Both felt amazing. He rocked her back and forth.
“Now, it’s time to finally take your temperature,” he said firmly.
She pouted, but didn’t fight him as he laid her back on the bed on her side, facing the wall.
“Draw your legs up to your chest,” he instructed.
Dear Lord.
Could this be any more embarrassing?
“Papa,” she grumbled. “I don’t wanna do that.”
“Do you want a redder bottom than you’ve already got?” he asked.
“Nooo, of course not.”
“Then do what you were told.”
Drat. She couldn’t really argue with that, could she?
She slid her legs up and then felt him run his finger down the seam of her ass before pulling the cheeks apart.
Then a cool, wet finger slid slowly inside her bottom.
“That’s it, don’t tense up. Deep breath in and out. Such a good girl for Papa.”
Darn it.
She had expected to feel awkward and embarrassed. What she hadn’t thought she’d feel was turned on.
But as his finger went in and out of her bottom, she could feel herself growing warm, her breathing becoming faster.
“That’s it. Now for the thermometer. Papa is so proud of his girl.”
She let out a small whimper as his finger drew out of her bottom, then the thermometer was pressed inside her. It wasn’t that it was big or anything. It just felt a bit odd. Cold and hard.
“That’s it. Hold nice and still. We want to get an accurate temperature, don’t we?” he murmured. “Or we’ll have to do this all over again.”
Ahh, yeah. She didn’t want that.
“There we are,” he said, pulling the thermometer out after what seemed like twenty minutes but was probably only thirty seconds. “Your temperature is perfect. Just like you. I’m just going to clean up, you stay like that until Papa can help you get dressed. Then it’s time for a nap.”
“Nooo, Papa, I’m in the middle of vet school,” she grumbled as he walked away.