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The Little Sleepover by Meredith O’Reilly

The Little SleepoverWhen twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs invites her best friend and fellow little Juliana over for a sleepover, Juliana’s daddy drops her off at Samantha’s house with stern instructions to be a good girl and obey Samantha’s daddy.

The evening is filled with coloring, cartoons, baking cookies, and giggling, and when it’s time for bed Samantha and Juliana decide they aren’t done having fun. But after they’re caught jumping on the bed late at night, they soon find their bottoms bared for a sound spanking as they are reminded what happens to naughty girls who disobey their daddies.

Publisher’s Note: The Little Sleepover is a short story set in the world of Little Samantha’s Choice and Learning to Be Little Again. It includes spankings, age play, and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Meredith O’Reilly

eBook Price: $0.99

Length: 20,700 Words


Smack! “You. Will. Not. Jump. On the bed,” I said, smacking her ass between each of my words.

The skin on her butt began to turn as red as a raspberry and heated very quickly. I was sure that it must be stinging her, since my hand was beginning to sting.

She started to cry. Those first sniffles were breaking my heart, but she had broken the rules and had earned this.

Smack! “You. Will. Always. Be respectful. To Uncle Jackson. And listen to him.”

“I’m s-sorry,” she sobbed, her breaths coming out in little pants.

Giving her a moment to catch her breath, I rubbed her backside, spreading the heat all around.

When her breathing evened out, I placed the last set of spanks she had earned down on her bright red bottom.

Smack! “You. Will. Follow the rules. Always.”

Placing one final slap in the center of her ass, I finished the spanking.

She sagged against my lap, not fighting me at all when I lifted her and turned her so she was sitting on my lap.

“I-I’m s-sorry… D-Daddy,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around my torso and crying into my neck.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything is forgiven.”

We sat there like that for a bit. I petted her hair and rubbed her back as she cried. When she finally settled down, she whimpered a bit when she wiggled her bottom against the rough fabric of my jeans.

“Is your bottom very sore?”

She nodded, sticking her lower lip out, giving me her ‘puppy dog’ face.

“Sweetie, I want you to go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done. I don’t want you touching your bottom at all.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She climbed off my lap, her red butt swaying back and forth as she made her way to the corner.

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