Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.
But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?
Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.
Author: Summer Graystone
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 38,200 words
He leaned forward, kissing the end of my nose. “Even when you mess up. I love you, Bailey. Like I said, I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be open to things, to try. And if you make a mistake…” He shrugged. “Then you make a mistake.”
His hand had slid up my leg, and now he was slowly pulling the sheet away from me. “And when you make those mistakes, you get punished, right?” His voice had gone all rough and sexy, low and almost scary sounding. A scary sound that I loved. A little thrill ran through me.
“Yes, I do.”
“And I think I missed a few punishments last night. Don’t you?”
My breath came up short. I’d messed up, broken obedience, talked out of turn, more times than I could count. I swallowed hard, nodding.
“Then maybe you’re due for a punishment now?”
I blinked, staring at him. “Yes.”
He’d pulled the sheet down my legs, and I was completely exposed. “The usual? A spanking?”
I was getting wet just from the sound of his voice. I nodded again, and found my voice. “Yes. But…” I panicked, amazed at myself for even wanting what I was going to ask for.
I held out my wrists. “Tie me up.”
It was Ian’s turn to look surprised, but only for a second. Then he smiled, reached behind me for the silk ties. He slowly wrapped them around my wrists, tying the ends in a bow.
“Nice knot work.” I grinned at him.
“You’re my present.”
He took my wrists, pulling me forward. I rose up on my knees. It was awkward not being able to use my hands, but Ian was there for support. I thought he’d put me across his lap, but he pushed me down onto my stomach in the tangled sheets. I struggled for a moment, trying to raise my head. He grabbed my hips, pulling my ass into the air, until I rested on my knees and my elbows.
And then he started my punishment. I lost count of how many times he spanked me. The familiar sound of his hand on my skin, the sharpness of the first smacks, the heat that sank into me… it was all there. But then it went past that, into something else. I could hear Ian’s breathing, hear my own cries in cadence with his hand hitting my ass, but it all bled together into one rush of sensation.
I came, suddenly, hard, my body almost convulsing on the bed. I knew Ian had stopped spanking me, but somehow I still felt him. With each wave of ecstasy that washed through me I felt the touch of his hand on my skin, the sharp sting, the incredible heat, the deep throbbing.
Finally, I collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, my body still moving to some inner rhythm.