Page 306 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Why are you cuffing me to the bed, Daddy?” she asked, her voice quivering. She wondered how much trouble she was in for her antics with the other girls last night.

“It was your idea, Cherry.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

He chuckled. “You were practically begging Wyatt to handcuff you last night. Don’t you remember?”

She shook her head and then stopped abruptly as her memory flooded in. “Oh…” She had done that. “I was just being silly, Daddy.”

He tapped her nose before picking up something she didn’t recognize and reaching for her hand. “You were drunk, Cherry.”

That was also true.

“It’s okay for Little girls to have a drink now and then with their Daddy’s permission, but do you think Daddy approves of how much you imbibed last night?”

“No, Sir,” she murmured, feeling chagrined as she tipped her head back to see what her Daddy was doing. “What’s that?”

“Mittens,” he declared as he tugged the first one over her fingers, trapping them tightly before tucking the soft material under the cuffs at her wrists. “They will keep your wrists from rubbing against the cuffs you were so eager to wear.”

She swallowed. She had brought this on herself. But how long was he going to leave her like this? She really needed to pee, and the urgency was growing now that he’d clearly restrained her with no intention of letting her get up anytime soon.

Daddy moved down her body, pushed her nightgown up above her breasts, and thumbed her nipples until she arched and moaned. “Daddy…”

He chuckled. “Just making sure I have your attention.”

“You do. I’m going to wet myself though. Please may I go to the bathroom?”

He slid farther down her body, hitched his fingers in the elastic of her panties, and dragged them off her body.

She gasped when he brought the material to his face and inhaled her scent.

“These are wet, Cherry. Did you have an accident?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy.” Her cheeks heated. Her head hurt and she got a bit dizzy from the movement, but not nearly as bad as it would be if she’d skipped the gallons of water he’d poured down her.

Exaggerate much?

He parted her knees wide. “Open for me, Cherry.”

She pursed her lips, feeling far hornier than before now that she was fully restrained and exposed. Her nipples were tight points, and her pussy was weeping.

“I think you need a day of discipline to remind you who’s in charge,” he said as he slid off the bed.

When she started to close her legs, he gave her a sharp look. “Keep your knees wide.”

“Why, Daddy?” She shivered. She wanted him to touch her so badly, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards.

“Because I know it makes you horny to be cuffed to the bed and exposed to my gaze.”

She gulped. “For how long, Daddy?”

“Until we need to head to Little Cakes later this afternoon.”

She gasped. She had several more questions now. “Why would we go to Little Cakes? It’s not open today.”

He chuckled. “Were you too drunk to see the mess you girls made of the shop last night?”

Oh, that. She drew in a breath. “No. You’re right.”

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