When his twenty-five-year-old wife, Michele, drinks two beers on an empty stomach after an especially frustrating day at work and then drives home more than a little tipsy, Paul Fazio realizes he has to step in before things get out of control. He decides it is time to bring back the rules and consequences that governed their relationship in the past, enforced by his firm hand applied to his beautiful bride’s bare bottom as often as he feels it necessary.
Paul’s stern discipline and loving dominance quickly prove to be just what Michele has been missing, but his plans for her extend well beyond a bright red, sore bottom when her behavior warrants it. What his headstrong young wife needs is not only a devoted husband, but a strict daddy as well.
Soon enough Michele is living the life of a bratty teenager each day when she gets home from work, and Paul is giving her both the hard, bare-bottom spankings and the gentle comfort and reassurance that she needs. But can she ever truly put aside her stress and relax in her daddy’s loving arms, trusting that no matter how much she acts out she will always be his little girl?
Author: Shelly Douglas
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 44,700 words
“Turn around, please.”
Michele swiveled and closed her eyes as Paul’s large palm cracked loudly across her soft backside. “Ouch! What was that for?”
“Maybe I wasn’t clear when I asked for all your clothes to come off. Slide. Those. Panties. Down,” he said, enunciating each word slowly. “Then you can make yourself comfortable on the bed raising your bottom nice and high for me. I’m going to take your temperature.”
“Jesus,” she growled.
“Excuse me? Do you really think this is a good time for sass, young lady?”
“No, sir,” she mumbled, lowering her panties before getting into the embarrassing position on the bed.
Paul rubbed and patted her backside. “I’m going to tan your hide good and red for canceling your appointment and lying to Dr. Sippora’s receptionist. But that will come later.”
“I can hardly wait,” Michele said facetiously under her breath, raising her ass high in the air before turning her warm cheek onto the covered mattress. She really had more to say, but decided he’d probably heard enough as she watched him walk over to the night table to prepare the thermometer.
“You might want to lose the attitude,” Paul suggested as he approached with the dreaded implement that was about to invade her rectum.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. Do I need to remind you that adults don’t have their temperature taken this way?”
“I did go to medical school and am well aware of the proper way to take a temperature. But since you acted like a baby, I’ve decided to treat you like one. Now, let’s see if you really do have a fever, shall we?”
“Oohh!” Michele squealed and squirmed as the slick, cool bulbous tip of the thermometer slid into her anus effortlessly, followed by the rest of the slippery glass sliding in slow and deep. There was no pain involved, but the embarrassment of having her temperature taken rectally by her husband made it difficult for her body to remain in position.
Paul held the thermometer with one hand and stilled her bottom with the other. “Try to relax. It will only be in for a few more minutes,” he promised, twirling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Michele softly moaned, but didn’t utter a word. She knew he was driving a point home and decided not to make it worse for herself.