Page 113 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

I laughed. "Look around, do you see any electricity here? We have no modern-day conveniences up here in the clouds. I heated those over the fire for you and the fire is out. I repeat; you'll have to eat it cold. That is what we call a natural consequence."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, looking down at her feet. I followed her gaze and marveled at the sight of her teeny feet next to my ginormous ones.

Her head came right up to my waistline, making my earlier summation exactly correct. I gulped and wiped my forehead where I was suddenly warm.

"Ready to eat?" I asked.

She started to scamper back to the couch and up onto the pillow where she had been sitting before, but I caught the back of her nightshirt and stopped her in her tracks. “Not so fast. I’ll sit on the couch. Naughty little girls with sore bottoms eat their breakfast on hard wooden chairs.”

Her pouty expression made me laugh as I lifted her onto the giant-sized chair, plopping her bottom down on top of the hard wooden seat.

“That’s not nice,” she pouted.

“Neither was your behavior,” I retorted. The truth was her punishment was over, and I was being a bit unnecessarily cruel and sadistic, but watching her squirm and pout was taking my mind off other hard things.

Sighing, I picked up the bowl from the end table, and the spoon from where it had landed on the couch. I picked it up and turned it over in my hand. I should probably get a new one from the kitchen, feeding her with it after I spanked her hardly seemed sanitary, but it had only ever touched the thin cotton fabric of her nightgown, and I figured in the time it took me to get up and get a new one, she might lose her sweet compliant attitude. If she got sassy with me again, I was likely to lose any semblance of self-control that I was hanging onto by a thread, and fill her mouth with a different kind of green treat.

Just the thought had my dick twitching inside my pants and my mouth dry with desire. I had to get my thoughts out of the gutter and out of her pants... and mouth, and anywhere else it didn’t belong. For fuck’s sake, I had just met her an hour ago.

Focusing my teenager-like libido, I sighed, dipped the spoon into the bowl of green mash, and held it out in front of me.

"Open for Daddy." My tone was soft, but my words were stern, and my voice came out in its usual growl.

Maren answered with a full body shudder before obeying with obvious reluctance. Obediently, her lips closed over the spoon, even as she held her nose closed and tried not to gag.

I waited for her to swallow and open her mouth before getting the second bite ready. "Good girl," I whispered. "Just a few more." The upside to having a giant-sized spoon was one bite being the equivalent of three or four, thus reducing the amount of green bean related torture I had to impose on her in order to guarantee she got a healthy dose of vitamins and nutrients.

Tears poked at the corner of her eyes as she forced herself to swallow the second bite. I felt awful, but there was nothing I could do. After years of living up in the clouds, I was lucky to have any food source left at all.

"C'mon, little dreamer, last one," I coaxed, holding the final bite in front of her.

She nodded, opened her mouth and choked it down, gagging and crying the entire time.

Finally, it was finished. I took the bowl and spoon and walked them to the kitchen to be rinsed later, then made my way back to her.

"There now," I said, wiping her tear-streaked cheeks. "Was that really worth all that fuss? Maybe next time you can be a good girl and eat your breakfast while it is still warm."

To my surprise, Maren guffawed loudly and shook her head. "There is no way in hell I would voluntarily eat that shit without having the fight spanked out of me first."

I chuckled at her honesty. "Noted. And if that's what it takes, then that can be arranged. Let me know if you change your mind. I imagine that with three meals in a day, sitting might get very uncomfortable."

I expected her to groan, whine, or try to finagle her way out of the arrangement, or to attempt to talk me down to two meals a day at least.

Instead, she bit her lower lip and looked up at me from behind very sexy lashes. "When I was a little girl, if I had to eat green beans, I always got to have dessert," she said shyly, her voice and expression full of innuendo, as she looked first at my face, and then down again, allowing her gaze to run over my thick chest, down my abs, and finally settle just below the waistband of my pants.

There was no mistaking her meaning. She wanted me for dessert.

Without a word, growling from somewhere deep in my gut, I picked her up and hoisted her over my shoulder like a bag of flour, and stomped off to the bedroom.

I had done my best to be a gentle giant, mind my manners, and ignore my growing needs, but with an invitation like that, all bets were off.

The spanking made me horny. And despite the green tint of his skin, Todd was sexy as hell, all ripped muscles and washboard abs. And the bulge in his pants was equal parts gloriously huge and terrifyingly intimidating. His arm was as thick as my waist, and my head came to his waistline. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there was no possible way I could take his thick cock without being ripped in half. And yet, I couldn't help it, I wanted to try. When he hauled me over his shoulder and stomped off to the bedroom, my mouth went dry and my hands turned damp. My pussy? Well, that was sopping.

He unceremoniously dumped me onto it, and I scrambled to my knees to look up at him as he shook his head at me.

"So, it's dessert you want, is it? Little girl, you have no idea what you are asking."

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, and my breathing grew shallow. I knew I could never take him inside me, virgin that I was, but holy hell, I wanted to try. If sex with penetration wasn’t possible, I would settle for anything else. Oral. His fingers. Anything. But I longed for his touch. It was more than longing, actually. My body ached for it.

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