“Are you okay, Daddy?”
“Marisol, what did Daddy tell you about all the packages?” he asked in a low voice.
She looked down at her feet. “That I wasn’t to open them until you got home.”
“And so why have all the packages been opened? Why are you playing with your crafting stuff?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I finished Caley’s story and then I got bored. And the packages were just sitting there, going, ‘Open me, Marisol. Open me.’ I swear, they spoke to me.”
“The packages spoke to you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s the excuse you’re going with?”
“It’s not an excuse. It’s the honest truth.”
“Honest. Truth.” He placed his palm over her forehead. “You don’t have a temperature. But if you’re hearing voices, I think I best check properly.”
“Properly?” she asked.
“Uh-huh. The only proper way to take a Little’s temperature is to use a rectal thermometer. Take your pants off and bend over the couch, I’ll be back in a moment.”
“No! I don’t have a temperature, the packages didn’t talk to me. I made it up.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re in trouble, little girl.”
Uh-oh.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Once I got started, I just couldn’t stop.”
“You shouldn’t have even started, should you?” he said sternly.
“No, Daddy. You’re not going to punish me, are you?” she asked in a small voice.
“Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
Damn him. She couldn’t lie. But answering honestly was going to land her in trouble.
What was a girl supposed to do?
She didn’t want to be punished.
Don’t you?
Crap. She was all messed up.
“You boxed me in neatly,” she muttered.
He gave a huff of laughter. “Why, teeny, whatever do you mean?”
She gave him a dirty look and his eyebrows rose. “Uh-uh, watch out or the wind might change and your face will end up like that.”
Marisol rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “That’s not true, Daddy.”
“It is. Happened to a baby girl I knew. She was grouchy because her Daddy wouldn’t buy her an ice cream. The wind changed and that poor girl now has a permanent frown.”
“Daddyyy,” she complained at his silliness. “That’s not true.”
“Do you really want to take that chance?”
She thought about that and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Now, you didn’t answer me. Do you need to be punished for disobeying Daddy?”
She thought about it. She had disobeyed him. And she did feel guilty for opening all the packages.
“Do you know why I wanted you to wait?”
She shook her head.
“It wasn’t so I could torture you. It was so I could see your face as you opened each package. I thought it would be like watching you on Christmas morning.”
Oh God.
“Oh, now I feel awful,” she wailed dramatically. “I’m the worst Little girl in the world.” Tears filled her eyes.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he soothed her.
“I am! I’m so naughty. And I feel so terrible. I’m so sorry, Daddy.” As she sobbed, he drew her close, pressing her face against his chest.
“Shh, baby. Shh. It’s not the end of the world. You weren’t that naughty. Shh.”
“I was. I deserve a spankin’.”
“Yeah? And how many smacks should I give you?” he asked.
“Twenty!”
“A whole twenty, gosh. You are feeling guilty. Guilt isn’t a good emotion to feel, is it?”
“No.”
“A punishment can clear all of that away. Is that what you want? To be punished so you no longer feel guilty?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“All right. Then Daddy will punish you for disobeying him.”
She sniffled. With a sigh, he moved her towards the couch. Sitting, he drew her onto his lap then reached over for some tissues, wiping her face gently.
“Easy, teeny. There’s no need for so many tears. At least not until you actually get your spanking.”
“Oh no, you’re going to spank me?” she cried.
“You just told me you thought you deserved to get twenty smacks on your bottom.”
“Yes, but . . . but . . . oh no.”
“Oh no, indeed. Hush, now.” He held the tissue to her nose and she blew. Gross. “Calm down.” He held her tight, running his hand up and down her back. “Good girl.”
“Are you gonna spank me now?”
“We’re going to have some lunch then you’re going to help me clean this up. Then you can go over my knee for a spanking before I put you to bed for an extra-long nap.”
She opened her mouth to protest then saw the stern look on his face.
Well. Darn it.
Marisol helped Linc tidy up all the packaging. He vacuumed up the glitter while she cleaned up her crafting stuff. She felt awful about the mess she’d made as well as disobeying him.
She did deserve her spanking. Even if she wasn’t looking forward to it.
Finally, the living room was in some semblance of order.
“Did you put your things in your new purse?” he asked her.
“I haven’t moved it all over yet.” After seeing how worn her bag was that held her lancing device, insulin and monitor, along with her glucose tabs and a few other things, he’d done some research and bought her a new one. It was made of red leather. She loved it.
“You can do that soon. Where did this car seat come from?” he asked, looking at the over-sized child’s car seat with harness. It looked top of the range and expensive.
“I thought you ordered it.”
“No,” he grunted. “I ordered the booster.” He pointed at the half-booster that had no back to it.
“Then who ordered this?”
He sighed. “I have an idea. Zander.”
“Why would Zander send a car seat here? Oh no, will he be mad that I opened it?” she asked, worriedly.
“No. Not since I’m certain that it’s for you.”
“He sent me a harnessed seat for the truck?”
“Yep.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Who knows. But the last thing he said to me was that I needed a proper seat for you and then one appears. He’s odd like that.” He turned to her. “Come here.” Linc crooked a finger at her and she walked over to him. Cupping her face, he kissed her lightly. “You’re going to spend ten minutes in time-out while I take this stuff into your playroom. Then when I call out to you, you’re to come to me and lay yourself across my lap, understand?”
“I understand, Daddy.”
“Your naughty girl stool has arrived so you can sit on it.” He drew the stool out and set it in the corner of the living room.
She moved towards it, but Linc grabbed hold of her hand gently. “You’re going to sit on a bare bottom. You might as well take your pants off entirely. You’re not going to need them. You can nap in my T-shirt and I’ll put you in one of your outfits after you wake up.”
Well. Hell.
She blushed but didn’t argue as she pulled off her yoga pants.
Linc ran a finger down her ass once she was bare. “Good to see you can follow some orders. If you’d been wearing panties then your spanking would be twice as long.”
He led her to the time-out stool and had her sit with her nose pressed to the wall. “I’ll be in and out of the room often. If you feel uncomfortable or ill or off then call out your safeword. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Time seemed to drift by slowly as she sat there. Tired, she shut her eyes. It had been exhausting, undoing all those packages. Her mind drifted to Caley’s book. She hoped she had been helpful with her comments.
“Okay, teeny, it’s time to come ge
t your spanking.”
“Oh.” She sat up and turned towards him, her hand on her chest. “You gave me a fright.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Were you about to fall asleep?”
“Um. Maybe?”
Sitting back on the sofa, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Teeny, time-out isn’t supposed to be sleepy time.”
“Sorry?”
He shook his head, looking exasperated and slightly amused. “Most Littles hate time-out. But not my teeny, she enjoys it.”
She shrugged. Should she apologize? “I like quiet time to myself.”
“Next time, we’ll do time-out after your spanking. Sitting on that hard stool with a red bottom might help you focus. Did you even spend the time reflecting on why you were in time-out?”
“Umm.” In her defense he hadn’t told her to do that.
“Come here. That was my fault. I should have been more specific.”
She walked slowly over and took his hand. He gently but firmly drew her over his lap. Because he was sitting on the middle cushion, her legs and torso were supported on the sofa and her middle was over his hard lap.
“Now, tell Daddy why you’re being punished,” he said as he drew the hoodie up over her ass, baring her completely to his gaze.
“’Cause I was naughty and disobeyed you. And ‘cause I made a mess.”
“Yes, although I wouldn’t punish you for making a mess. I know Little girls get messy sometimes when they’re having fun. However, if you’re working with glitter, you do need to put a sheet down. That stuff goes everywhere.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied obediently.
“Right, you’re getting twenty. Your bottom is going to be nice and red after this. Don’t worry, you don’t have to count this time.”
Lucky her.
“Would you like me to hold your hands for you or are you able to keep them out in front of you?”
“I can do it, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he struck. Owie! Once, twice, three times in quick succession. By smack number five, she was wriggling around, attempting to free herself.
“Stay still, little girl,” he growled at her.
Oh no. Another five quick spanks warmed her ass. He stopped and rubbed her bottom gently.
“How you doing, teeny? Feel okay?”
“My bottom hurts.” She pouted.
“That’s the point. I wasn’t talking about your naughty bottom, though. Are you all right to continue?”
“I think that’s enough, Daddy,” she said solemnly.
“Nope, you have another ten. And these ones are going to be harder than the first ten. Learning to obey Daddy, even on what might seem something small, is very important.”
Two more smacks landed on her ass. She cried out, kicking her feet. The next two were lower down. He was covering her ass with firm spanks. And the burn in her ass was growing. Two more on the top of her thighs.
Oh shivers. Those hurt.
“Daddy, no more!”
Four more spanks, each in quick succession, landed in the middle of her ass. When he was finished, she was crying, lying spent over his lap.
“There, there, baby girl. It’s all done now. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
Gently he turned her then he lay back on the sofa with her on his chest, running his hand up and down her back as he whispered to her, settling her down.
“How are you, teeny?”
“That hurt.” Her bottom was still throbbing. She reached down and rubbed at her bottom.
“Uh-uh, no rubbing allowed. I’d make you go sit in time-out again, but it’s time for your nap.”
Well, she was thankful that at least she didn’t have to sit on that hard stool. She didn’t think she’d be able to stay still.
“And it was meant to hurt. It was punishment. To make you stop and think before disobeying Daddy again.”
She laid her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat. “I is sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, teeny. And all is forgiven now.”
“It is?”
“Yep. A punishment wipes the slate clean.”
“Oh, that’s good.” She yawned, suddenly exhausted.
“You feeling okay? Other than this hot bottom?” He squeezed one cheek, making her squeal.
“Daddy!”
“Well?”
“Yes, I is okay.” Another yawn.
“Good girl. Let’s get you down for your nap.”
He sat them up then stood with her cradled against his chest, her front pressed to his, his arm under her hot ass, supporting her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him with a tired sigh. For once, she didn’t feel like protesting taking a nap. She should, out of principle, but the thought of snuggling down in the sheets made her want to purr like a kitten.
He set her down next to the bed and stripped off her hoodie, T-shirt and bra. Then he helped her into one of his T-shirts. Then he drew the covers down as she reached for her bag to test her blood sugar levels. It was part of her routine to test before her nap.
“Go potty, too,” Linc told her.
“Don’t hafta,” she replied as she walked towards the bathroom to wash her hands.
“Marisol, go potty. Or do you need Daddy to take you?”
“I is going. I is going.”
She noticed he was fiddling with something on the nightstand but she didn’t pay much attention. She walked back into the bedroom, having peed, much to her annoyance. Daddy didn’t have to be right all the time. She saw there was a camera on the nightstand aimed her way.
“What’s this, Daddy?”
“The baby monitor. It’s a camera one so I can watch you on it. Today, I want you to wait in bed until I come get you. I’ll see when you wake up so I won’t be long. If you need to leave the bed, call out for me. If it’s anything to do with your health then that trumps everything and you do what you need to do. That make sense?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He drew back the covers and tucked her firmly into bed. Then he handed her Princess Nana and her snuggly.
“I’m going to get you a bottle of water. Want to try the pacifier we bought? I washed it for you.”
“Okay, I’ll try it, Daddy.”
He brushed a kiss across her forehead. “That’s my good girl.”
Picking up the monitor, he left. She slipped her thumb into her mouth as she waited, rubbing snuggly back and forth under her nose. By the time he returned, she was half-asleep. He sat next to her, and grabbed another pillow to put under her head so she was slightly raised. The nipple of an oversized baby bottle was pressed to her lips.
She knew he’d bought one, but she hadn’t thought about using it yet. But as she opened her mouth and let him feed her, she found herself quite liking it. The water was nice and cool, but the nipple was soft and didn’t have that horrid plastic taste.
When she’d had enough, she turned her face away, her eyes closed. She was nearly fully asleep when another nipple was pressed to her mouth. This one she didn’t like. She spat it out, replacing it with her thumb.
Ahh. Much better.
“Well, I guess that’s the answer to that question,” a deep voice said quietly.
Yep. Pacifiers. Yucky.
28
Marisol lay back on the bed naked. Linc was choosing some clothes for her then they were going into the play room. She’d woken up around fifteen minutes ago, groggy and a bit disorientated. Linc hadn’t taken long to come into the room. He’d given her some more water with the baby bottle and then when she was more awake, he’d helped her out of bed and pulled off the T-shirt she’d worn for her nap then had her lie back.
It was a good thing he kept his house so warm, considering how often she was naked or half-dressed. She watched as he pulled out a T-shirt with a rainbow on the front.
“Sit up, teeny.”
She sat and he put the T-shirt on then added a yellow cardigan. Cute. Next, he drew out a yellow t
utu skirt and some striped yellow and green socks. She clapped her hands as he moved to another drawer.
“Did you unpack it all while I slept, Daddy?”
“I did. You were sleeping very soundly. A good spanking will do that.”
“Daddy!”
He pulled out some ruffly panties. He slid them over her feet then up her legs.
“Hips up,” he commanded.
She put her feet flat on the bed to raise her hips up as he settled the panties, which were more like a diaper cover or shorts. Finally he drew her tutu skirt up her legs and she raised her hips again so he could situate the waistband around her hips. Then he picked up a sock.
“Those are so cute, Daddy,” she said with excitement as he put one sock on. It reached right up to mid-thigh. The band around the top was tight enough to keep them up.
“Might have to order you some garter belts and stockings for when you’re my big girl. Because that would be sexy as fu…fudge.” He caught himself.
“Daddy, were you going to say fuck?”
Quickly he rolled her over and gave her five swats on her backside. They wouldn’t have hurt so much if her bottom wasn’t already tender. As it was, she barely had time to yelp before she was turned over again.
“Daddy! Why’d you spank me?”
“For swearing.”
“I was just repeating what you said,” she grumbled as he helped her sit then stand.
“No, Daddy did not say that naughty word.”
“Well, fudge,” she muttered. “I want it noted that I think that was unfair since you were gonna say that word.”
“And I’ll note that I didn’t say that word and that even if I did accidentally say it, that does not give you permission to use it.” He gave her a firm look.
She huffed out a breath, but then forgot all about her irritation as he took her hand and led her to the long mirror that was hanging on the back of the closet door.
Oh man, she was super cute. The whole outfit was adorable.
“Don’t you look sweet,” Linc crooned.
She swung this way and that, the skirt flying out around her. That was fun. She’d have to do that lots.
“Turn around and bend over for me,” he told her. “I want to see the view.”
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