Page 18 of Tilly's Tutus
“What’s your safeword, little dancer?”
“Red, Papa.”
“Use it if things get too painful or emotionally overwhelming.”
“Yes, Papa,” Tilly sniffed, already growing tearful before he’d begun the spanking.
With that, Carter wasted no time and began spanking her. He took his time, allowing a few seconds between spanks, but spread them around so both ass cheeks were covered with handprints. By the time he reached ten, Tilly’s entire body was shaking and her tears flowed freely.
He immediately pulled her panties and leggings back into place before rearranging her so she sat across his lap with a leg on each side of his. He cuddled her close to give them both the comfort and aftercare they needed.
“Such a good girl you are. You took your spanking so well. My very good girl.” Carter stroked a hand up and down her spine before gently patting her round ass.
“Owie, Papa,” Tilly complained as she shifted away from his hand.
“It’s supposed to be an owie, little dancer. That way you’ll remember not to put yourself in another dangerous position like you did tonight.”
Carter dropped a kiss on the top of her head before reaching for the tissues he’d left on the end table for this purpose.
“Never again,” Tilly said as she looked up into his eyes. “I be a super good girl from now on. Promise.”
Carter smiled at her solemn expression. “You’re always a good girl, Tilly. It’s just that you made a naughty choice this evening. Papa’s job is to help you make better ones along with keeping you safe and healthy and loved.”
Tilly snuggled closer once again. After a few minutes of cuddling, she slipped a hand between them and stroked it down the front of his body.
“Papa?” she whispered before turning her head and kissing the base of his neck.
“Hmmm?” Carter hummed as he continued to run one hand up and down her back. Having Tilly in his lap felt so right. He could envision holding her like this every day for the rest of their lives. But having only known her for a day and a half, it was probably too soon to talk forever.
“Do you think we could spend the rest of the night as Big Tilly and Carter? Please?”
Carter sucked a breath as her hand cupped his hard-as-stone cock. Reaching down, he gently pulled her hand away and threaded their fingers together. “Little girls do not get sexy times after a punishment. But I’d be honored to give you a bath and cuddles tonight. We can discuss having adult time tomorrow night, if you can behave from now until then.”
Tilly huffed a sigh and nodded. “I’ll be good, Papa. So good you won’t believe how good I’ll be.”
Carter chuckled as he stood with her wrapped around him like a monkey. “We’ll have to wait and see about that, little dancer.”
Chapter Eleven
“Time to get out of the tub, little dancer.”
“Noooo, Papa. I want to play some more,” Tilly grumbled, even though she was starting to shiver from the now-cool water.
She’d lost track of how long she’d been in the tub after Carter had quickly washed her. Looking at her fingertips told her it had been long enough for them to become as wrinkled as raisins.
She shifted lower in the water when Carter appeared in the bathroom doorway. She blinked and stared when she noticed he’d changed into a pair of light-gray knit shorts. Shorts that hugged his hips, thighs, and rest of his lower body like a lover. She licked her lips as she took in the thick rod pressing against the front of them.
“Yes, little dancer.” He approached and bent over the tub. Reaching in, he pulled the plug, allowing the water to flow out. “The water is cold and your lips are starting to turn blue. Time to get out and get in your pajamas. There might also be a chance for hot chocolate and a cookie before bedtime.”
Not wanting to miss out on such a treat, Tilly quickly rose to her feet. When she slipped against the slick tub bottom, Carter grabbed her under the arms and lifted her out.
“Oopsie.” She giggled as he set her on the rug that covered most of the bathroom floor.
“Oopsie indeed,” he said as he picked up the towel he’d left on the sink and began to dry her.
Tilly had a hard time keeping her arms by her sides, but held herself stiff as he finished drying her legs and feet. He then picked up the nightshirt she’d brought into the bathroom with her and dropped it over her head. In another moment, she was covered from base of her neck to mid-thigh by the oversized t-shirt she’d painted a big purple dancing elephant on.
When he finished, she threw herself at him and hugged him. “Thank you, Papa. I don’t know the last time I was able to sit and play in the tub like that.”
