Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Before she could change her mind, Gemma dumped the rest of her cereal down the garbage disposal, grabbed some cheese and crackers for lunch, and picked up her keys. She was out of the house in a flash.
Following the guidance on her cell phone, Gemma drove to a nice neighborhood. It wasn’t too different from hers—just a bit newer. A few people were heading out to work and waved at her when they passed. She liked the vibe.
Three more houses to go. Gemma watched the house numbers and slowed down slightly to see. It was yellow. White trim. Lawn perfectly cut and edged. Flowers lined the path to the door. This guy was too good to be true. Something had to be wrong with him.
Before she could stop herself, Gemma parked in his driveway and walked to the front door. She jabbed the doorbell and jumped. Is that Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony?
“What am I doing?” she asked the flowers outside as she debated whether she could make it back to her car before he got to the door.
“Gemma?”
“Um… Hi. Sorry. This was a mistake,” she said, forcing the words from her mouth.
“I’m glad to see you. Come in. Have you had breakfast?”
“Part of a bowl of cereal,” she blurted as she allowed him to wrap an arm around her to guide her inside.
“That’s not a healthy breakfast. You’re going to starve in a few hours. Come in. You can share mine.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”
“Of course you can, my Little Bee. Sit at the table with me,” he instructed.
Within seconds, he placed a large pancake on a plate and set it in front of her. “Butter? Syrup?”
“Yes, please.” She watched in fascination as he took care of both for her before cutting the circle into small bites.
“Thank you. I could have…”
“Daddies like to help their Little girls,” he responded and stabbed a piece to lift it to her mouth. “Tell me what you think? Do I make good pancakes?”
“Mmm!” she moaned as she chewed. It felt funny having him feed her, but she liked it.
“So?”
“I really didn’t come here to get a spanking,” she blurted and immediately felt her face heat. Gemma didn’t want to see what color her cheeks were.
“I was asking if the pancakes tasted good, but I think I like your train of thought better. Why would I spank you? Have you been naughty?” Anton asked, holding another bite of the fluffy concoction to her lips.
Quickly, she opened her mouth and hoped he’d forget. One look at the interest on his face told her he wasn’t going to ever be distracted from that statement. “Not really bad. I just didn’t take a bath this morning like I told you I always do.”
“Hmm.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “I really didn’t think you lived in your bathtub. I figured you were exaggerating. But it is technically a lie.”
“I didn’t mean to lie. I was just excited to have you to myself.”
“I, too, was excited to spend time with you. Sometimes Littles, who haven’t experienced being Little or one particular Daddy’s way of disciplining him or her, feel curious about different punishments they might experience as a Little. Like what it feels like to wear a plug in their bottom or simply to stand in the corner.”
Clenching her bottom, Gemma looked at him in shock, trying to control her expression while her mind went on overdrive. She struggled to pull her thoughts from her fantasies and come up with a response. A jumble of answers popped into her head and was dismissed. She couldn’t say any of those.
“Talk to me, Gemma. Do you need a spanking?”
Before she could stop herself, she nodded. Panicking, she pushed her chair back and stood up, ready to run to the door.
Anton rose to his feet as well and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. “It’s okay, Little Bee. Your curiosity is perfectly natural. You should know what a spanking feels like. When we’re together fully as Daddy and Little, I will spank you when you’re naughty. And it will happen,” he said quickly when she leaned back to tell him that she would always be good.
“What if I don’t like being spanked?”
“As a punishment, you’re not supposed to like to be spanked. Believe it or not, standing in the corner is tougher than feeling Daddy’s hand on your bottom.”
Gemma couldn’t process that. It didn’t seem possible. Her mind latched on to something else. “You said spanking as a punishment. Are there other kinds of spankings?”
“Yes. Littles sometimes just need the release of a spanking. That generally ends in pleasure that makes a sore bottom so worth it. Let me show you.”
He pulled his chair out and sat down. “Gather your skirt in your hands, Little Bee and hold it up out of the way.”