Page 22 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“How are you doing, little darling? Are you cold? Want me to turn up the heat?”

“I’m not cold. If anything, I’m too hot.” She crossed her hands over her breasts. He gently tugged them away.

“None of that now. Are you hungry? Want a snack before we get to your paddling?”

She gaped at him like he’d lost his mind, but he knew she wouldn’t feel like eating after her punishment and he didn’t want her going hungry. She’d managed to gain some much-needed weight but she still had a way to go.

“No, I’m not hungry. My tummy is tied up in knots.”

She was nervous. He ran his hand down her arm. “I’m sorry you’re so nervous, sweetheart. Let’s get this over quickly, hmm? Then you can have a little nap after.”

“I’m not tired.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not?” He ran a thumb under her eye.

She pouted. “I’m not tired enough to need a nap. I won’t sleep tonight.”

“Oh, you will,” he promised. He grabbed some pillows and set them one on top of each other at the edge of the mattress. “I want you to stand here.” He pointed at the floor by the bed. “And lay yourself over these pillows. Would you like me to bind your hands? The last thing I want is for you to reach back and risk having them hit with the paddle.”

She stared from the pillows then back to him. “Clint? I’m… I’m a little scared.”

He drew her into his arms immediately, rocking gently back and forth. He’d never used a paddle on her before, it was understandable she’d be nervous. “Do you trust me, Charlotte?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. Considering her past, that was a huge thing and he knew it.

“And you know that I would do nothing that would hurt you.”

“I see where this is going… but I’m pretty sure a paddling will hurt!”

“It’s meant to. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t leave much of an impression. I want you to know, without a doubt, that I take your safety very seriously. And I hope this is enough to ensure you never put yourself at risk again. But what I meant was that Iwould never seriously harm you. A paddling will cause pain. But I won’t do any permanent damage and I would never, ever take you beyond your limits.”

“But what if you don’t know where my limit is?” she wailed.

“I know,” he said confidently. “But if you truly believe I am taking things too far, then you say red, remember?”

He had given her a safe word when they’d first met. She hadn’t ever used it. She nodded, looking calmer.

“Want to be bound?”

“Yes, thank you,” she said quietly.

He moved into the wardrobe and pulled out his large bag of toys. He drew out the handcuffs and put them on the bed. They were made of a thick black leather. Then he pulled out his paddles. He wanted her to have a good look at all of them. The first one he grabbed was large and circular and made with real leather. It didn’t have a handle, but instead had a strap that you slid over your hand. The second was just as large, but was rectangular with a soft plastic core covered in faux leather. The next one was wooden with holes cut into it. She whimpered when she saw that one. Yep, not only did it look intimidating, but it packed a hell of a punch. No way was she ready for it, but she didn’t need to know that he wasn’t going to use it today.

He drew out the last one. It was small and was actually two thin leather pieces joined together at one end to form a handle. It was called a slapper and not only did it land a good sting but the sound of it was extra effective in keeping a naughty little girl on edge. He flicked that one back and forth and she jumped a little.

“Makes a nice sound, doesn’t it?”

She gave him an incredulous look.

“Now, which one to use.” He rubbed his chin.

“Not that one,” she said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you get a say, little girl?”

She stuck her lip out in a pout. “No, Daddy.”

He picked up each of them, looking them over as though trying to decide which one to use as she waited nervously. Okay, it wasn’t very nice of him. But it didn’t even touch on the worry he’d suffered while she was missing.

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