Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
The little buds are throbbing violently. It’s an odd sensation. I kind of wish he would do it again, but he sets the crop down on my tummy and opens my diaper.
I moan as he exposes the rest of me to the room. Being restrained and fully naked makes me tremble. “Daddy…”
He strokes my folds.
I quiver. “Daddy…” I say louder. “Please…”
“Please what, Baby girl?”
I realize I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Daddy slides his fingertip into my pussy. “My come is still inside you, Little one.”
I shudder at his dirty words. I want him to thrust his finger into me as far as he can. I want his cock again. I might cry if he keeps teasing me with his fingers, his threats, and his words.
He removes his finger and circles my clit, taking his time, driving me mad with lust. When he lifts the crop off my tummy with his other hand, my eyes go wide. I know he’s going to strike me with it. My mouth goes completely dry.
He flips it around and drags the blunt end through my folds and around my clit. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s so languid about it, too, as if this is no big deal. He’s just going to tease me mercilessly until I expire.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg again.
“Please what, Baby girl?” he repeats.
“Please spank my pussy with the crop.” I need it. I need to be absolved of my naughty behavior. For a moment, I can’t even remember what it was I’m needing punishment for, and then I’m reminded. I didn’t wet my diaper. My bladder feels very full.
Daddy uses his free hand to pull the hood back from my clit, exposing it to the air in the room. He circles it over and over with the end of the crop until I’m panting and rolling my head back and forth. I’m desperate.
“I’m going to swat this pretty little bundle of nerves just hard enough to take your breath away, Baby girl. It will sting, but next time I will do it harder.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
He turns the crop around and taps my clit several times, making me shiver. I watch as he lifts the crop and brings it down with a whoosh. The sting is intense, much more than I expected. My clit throbs with pain and need. I realize I’m moaning loudly. My head is tipped back. I can’t see.
Daddy holds my folds open and blows on my pussy. “Such a pretty girl. I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment. Do you need another swat on this tender little clit, Amelia?”
I shake my head. I haven’t recovered from the first one. It burns. I could also come if he let me, but if he does it again, it will hurt. The pain will override the arousal.
“What do you need to do, Baby girl?”
Wet myself… Shit. I can’t focus on my bladder right now. My attention is on my throbbing clit. “Daddy…” I whine.
“I think I’ve finally found a way to discipline my Little girl. I bet the one swat against your pretty clit was tolerable, but you don’t want another.”
“No, Sir. Please don’t do it again.”
He comes to my side and strokes the top of my head, kissing my forehead. “Have you ever been disciplined when it wasn’t for play, Amelia?”
My cheeks heat. “No, Daddy.”
“This is a lifestyle, Baby girl. Twenty-four-seven. We’re not playing on the island. We don’t do scenes like you would at the club. Naughty girls get punished. For some Little girls, spanking their bottoms is enough. Others need more.”
I whimper. This is a new side of Noah. I understand what he’s saying, but am I ready for this? If I’m going to live here, I will have to change my way of thinking. I can’t just pretend to have a tantrum so I can get my masochistic fix. I have to actually obey Daddy. If I don’t, he will punish me.
I sniffle. “It’s hard, Daddy,” I tell him. I’m talking about wetting myself. It’s a weird feeling. I haven’t peed lying on my back since I was an actual infant.
“I know it’s hard, Baby girl, but holding your urine is not healthy. That’s why Daddy is going to be very firm about it. You’ll end up with an infection if you don’t wet your diapers.”
It’s not that I’m too embarrassed to wet myself. It’s that it goes against the grain. My brain is fighting with my bladder. I’m not trained to relax my bladder.
Daddy holds my gaze while he presses against my bladder with his palm.
I squirm and fight him. I want to tell my body to cooperate, but it’s not listening. “Will you close my diaper?” I murmur.
“No, Baby girl. It’s spread under your bottom. You don’t need it covering you.”