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“Daddy,” I warned.
“That’s okay, baby. You can come. We have all the time in the world to make it last longer.”
Burying my face in the covers, I moaned again. I was so close. A shark smack to my butt made me gasp.
“You let Daddy hear every bit of your pleasure. Don’t you dare try and muffle those sweet sounds.”
Her firm scolding was the final push as I tumbled over the edge in pleasure. “Daddy! Daddy!’ I cried.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” Kay said, pounding me from behind. Her hands gripped my hips and her breathing was heavy. “You’re such a fucking good girl for Daddy,” she said as she moaned and tensed behind me. “Fuck, Lennon!” she cried,her body covering mine. “You are going to be the death of me, Little girl,” she whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.
She withdrew from me and I already missed the intimacy we’d just built. As if Kay could read my mind, she eased me onto my back and stroked my cheek. “I know baby, but we have the rest of forever to enjoy those sweet moments.”
Chapter Seven
Kay
“I don’t want you to spank me, Daddy,” Lennon cried the next morning.
“I know. I’ve never met a Little girl that wanted a spanking,” I soothed. I was sitting on the bed and she was standing between my open thighs. Her wrist and shoulder hadn’t even been bruised when we’d woken up and I knew I needed to go ahead and get her punishment out of the way.
“You can’t spank me!”
“I can’t?” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at her distress.
“No.”
“Why not, baby?”
“Because I’m a baby and you can’t spank a baby!”
Chucking, I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her to me. “What happens if I spank a baby?”
“A puppy dies,” she answered so dramatically that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You know, this is the age old caregiver/Little dance. I’m not new to it.”
“I don’t think we’re dancing. I think you’re about to beat me.”
Sassy Little girl.
“No, we’re definitely dancing. You’re pretending you don’t need a spanking and I’m pretending to hear you out even though we both know if I didn’t follow through, you’d be upset and feel yucky and I’d be upset and feel yucky cause I didn’t give you what you needed.”
She reached her fingers out and ran a strand of my hair through them. “I don’t want you to feel yucky. So, I guess you should spank me if it will help you with that.”
Laughing, I pulled her into my lap for a kiss. “You are a brat.”
“Yeah,” she agreed.
Helping her stand, I guided her over my knees. “Your safety is very important to me, Little one. You’re going to get twenty with my hand and twenty with the naughty spoon.”
“The naughty spoon!” she wailed. I imagined the other Little ones had told her about my naughty spoon, although Rogue was the only one who’d ever experienced it.
“Yes, the naughty spoon,” I confirmed, then added, “You need to count them, Lennon. If you don’t remember to count it, it doesn’t count.”
“Again!”
I was starting to think she was a parrot.
