Twenty-six-year-old Claire’s life is exactly the way she wants it to be. During the week she’s an adult with all of the normal responsibilities that entails, while on the weekends her husband, Jensen, is her daddy and she’s his little girl, free to relax, play with toys, cuddle in his arms, and let him take care of everything.
But when Claire starts missing meals routinely and coming home from work more stressed than he’s ever seen her, Jensen knows that something needs to change, and he decides that Claire needs more than just a weekend as a little. Will Claire trust her daddy’s judgment, or will she spend the next ten days with a very sore bottom?
Publisher’s Note: Daddy’s Little Sweetheart contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, 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: Meredith O’Reilly
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 31,100 words
“Since I’m being such a good girl and taking off work, does that mean that I won’t have to get my other punishment?” I asked, hoping that he would say yes.
“Sorry, sweetie. You lied to me for weeks and you were deliberately hurting yourself by not eating lunch. You deserve a spanking, and you know it.”
I dropped my head. I hated when he had to give me punishment spankings. I didn’t feel like his good little girl then. It made me feel like I was naughty, and it hurt me because I knew I had disappointed him. Also, the spanks were a lot harder and he felt colder throughout the spanking.
“Okay… but can we please do it now? I don’t want to have this hanging over my head as I eat.” That was the truth. If I knew I had messed up and was going to get punished, I’d rather just get the punishment over with. Otherwise, I’d hardly eat because I would be worrying about what was going to happen.
“Alright. Over my lap,” he said, then helped me reposition myself so the top part of my body was over the bed and my legs were dangling over his lap.
He pushed the skirt I had been wearing up over my butt and pulled my panties down, exposing my bare bottom. He gently rubbed his hand over my behind, sending goosebumps all over my body.
I took a deep breath and waited for the spanking to start. What probably was only a couple of seconds felt like an eternity.
Then he smacked my bottom hard three times. At first, the sound of his hand making contact with my flesh was worse than the sting, but I knew that the pain would heighten. It always did with a punishment spanking.
He continued spanking me, rotating between hitting each cheek in different spots and then sometimes hitting my sit spots. I soon felt my skin heat up and pain spread throughout my bottom. But it wasn’t a horrible pain yet—more like a dull ache.
“Why am I punishing you, Claire?” he asked, pausing his assault on my bottom as he rubbed his hand over my heated, sensitive skin.
“Because,” I sniffled, “I lied to you about eating lunch.”
“Yes. Do good little girls lie to their daddies?”
“No,” I admitted, knowing it was the truth and that caused me to really begin to cry.