Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh, was it not a good impression, Daddy Grumpy Bear? You know, I like that name. You’re DGB.”
“I’m not DGB, I’m just Daddy.”
“Aww, Daddy, you’re not a just anything. You need better self-esteem.”
He was shaking his head and muttering to himself as he walked inside. There was just one large room. It had two toilets, one had some cute yellow steps leading up to it.
There was also a changing table against one wall and two sinks, one higher than the other. And a chair in the corner, which was a bit odd. Why would you want to sit in the restroom?
“Why is the chair in here?”
“Maybe in case you need to spank a naughty Little girl.”
She let out a huff of breath. “Just as well you’ve got such a good Little girl, huh?” She moved to the toilet without the stairs.
“Nope.” He grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her.
“No, you don’t have a good little girl?” She stared up at him in disbelief.
“Of course I do,” he replied. “But your toilet is the one with the steps.”
“Oh.” All of a sudden she felt shy. “Do you have to go potty too, Daddy?”
“I thought it was a toilet, not a potty?” he said with clear amusement. “And no, I don’t.”
“Okay. Then . . . why are you still in here?”
“I’m going to help you, of course.”
“Daddy, I don’t need any help using the toilet. I can do it just fine.”
He gave her a firm look. Then he took her hand and led her to the other toilet. She climbed the steps. That was kind of fun. And the toilet had a yellow seat with white daisies on it. Cute.
“Turn around.”
He helped her turn, then reached under her skirt to pull down her panties.
“Daddy, my bladder is shy,” she complained as she sat on the toilet. “It can’t go with you here.”
“Try,” he told her. But he did step over and turn on the taps. Then he gave her his back.
She sighed. She guessed this was the best she was getting. But the noise was enough to help her go. She quickly cleaned herself up and stood.
He must have sensed her movement, because he turned back to help her right her clothes and step down. Then he helped her wash and dry her hands.
“You’re very good at this, Daddy.”
“At what?”
“Being a really good Daddy.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“You take such good care of me.”
“That’s my job.”
“You do forget some parts of the job, though.”
“Do I?”
“Uh-huh, you keep forgetting the part where you’re supposed to give the Little, that’s me by the way, all the snickerdoodles and Pop-Tarts she desires.”
“You know, I’m beginning to think that I really didn’t spank you hard enough.”
“You did, Daddy! You did! You’re the best spanker ever.”
“Hmm, maybe I should get that on a trophy.”
Yeah, she wasn’t so sure about that.
37
Maeve moaned as she sat on the seat.
Gray glanced over at her. “Butt hurt, girl?”
“Yes. Should have bought a cushion. Of course, then Evelyn would probably work out that you’d spanked me. And buying a set of butt plugs off her was embarrassing enough. Not to mention the lube.”
Gray chuckled.
She froze, gaping at him as they drove off.
“What?” he asked.
“You laughed. Like actually laughed. It’s like seeing a leopard in the wild. Beautiful and amazing and rare.”
“Baby, it’s not that rare.”
“Uh, yeah, it is.”
“Well, maybe I just have more reason to smile and laugh now.”
She sniffled.
“What is it?” he asked in alarm. “Is your bottom that sore?”
“No.” Although she should possibly lie so she got herself that cushion. “It’s just that you say the sweetest things.”
“Girl, I’ve told you not to call me sweet.”
“But you are, Grumpy Bear. Except when you’re spanking me. That’s just mean. Or when you stop me from eating what I want. Or when you’re scolding me. Or buying me butt plugs from sweet little old ladies.”
“You need me to do all those things. I know that you like me being in charge, being your Daddy, pushing you when you need it and making you accountable for your actions and thoughts.”
Drat him. He was right.
But it would take tickle torture to get that out of her.
“How far are we traveling today?” she asked.
“Think we’ll just go as far as Paducah. Find a motel and get some dinner then set out early tomorrow.”
“All right, Daddy.” She stared down at her bracelet. “I love my bracelet. And my other things. I don’t think saying thank you is enough.”
“Those things are as much for me as you, baby,” he told her gently. “Especially that bracelet. You’re to keep it on you at all times, understand me? That’s another rule.”
She nodded at his stern tone.
“Words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I will.”
She knew he was only being so strict because he was worried about her.
“The bracelet is waterproof, so you can wear it in the bath or shower, and it won’t stop the GPS tracker in it from working. So there are no excuses for taking it off.”