Page 93 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

“I love you, little cupcake.” He kissed the top of her head.

Daddy moved Charlotte around, so her head was on his arm and leaning to his chest. She relaxed in his embrace and cherished being held like this. He moved his arm to the side to grab something, but she didn’t know what it was.

“Open up,” he encouraged her.

Charlotte opened her mouth, and he slipped the nipple in.

“Such a good girl,” Daddy said as she started to drink the protein shake in the bottle.

This was one of Charlotte’s favorite times. To be held in his arms and be fed with a bottle. It always made her feel small but also loved because her Daddy took the time to sit and feed her.

“Sometimes you’re going to be naughty, and that’s okay, but you’re never a bad person. I want to address this so down the road you don’t get confused by that or think you’re a bad person because you were naughty,” Daddy started as Charlotte continued to drink. “Daddy is here to help guide you, make you feel safe, cherished, and loved.”

Charlotte sucked on the nipple faster as he explained everything. She had started to feel like she was a bad person after her punishment.

She relaxed in his embrace as her Daddy shook the bottle a little.

“Finish all of this up, and then Daddy will put you down for a nap.”

Charlotte whined at the thought of taking a nap right now. She didn’t want to leave his arms, and she didn’t want to go to sleep.

“No whining. You’re tired, and it’s nap time. Afterwards, we can do something fun together.”

Charlotte finished her bottle, and Daddy put a pacifier in her mouth and rocked her until she fell asleep.

EPILOGUE

CHARLOTTE

It had been several weeks since the ginger was put in her bottom. Did that keep her out of trouble? No, but Charlotte hadn't been as naughty or talked back as much.

She had found her footing and was comfortable enough to be a little naughty sometimes. She had been comfortable before, but knowing that she hadn't fully moved in and that he could kick her out worried her. Daddy could still kick her out, but he had told her that she was the one for him, and nothing was going to change that.

After that tragic day, her Daddy had made plans to get all of her things from the house and bring them to his. Well, their house now.

Daddy encouraged Charlotte to think of it as her house as well because it was now. She was still getting used to calling it to their house, her house, her home, but it was growing on her, and she felt giddy every time she said it.

Her Daddy had Michael, Marco, and Jackson help bring her stuff from her house to their house. None of them would let her lift a single thing, and it kind of annoyed her, but at the same time, she was happy she didn't have to carry all the heavy things.

It had been a pain in the butt to move everything when she initially moved into her house, and she didn't want to have to do that over again. Charlotte tried to carry her stuffies or coloring books in, but daddy told her that she should just relax on the couch and watch some TV.

And so that was what she did while they brought everything in. She would giggle when all four of them made faces at her as they walked in.

“Little cupcake! Where are you hiding?”

Charlotte giggled but quickly quieted down. She didn’t want her Daddy to find her right now. They were playing a game of hide and seek, and she wanted to win. Charlotte was the best at playing this game and always found the best hiding spots that no one thought of.

Maybe her Daddy would ever find her, and she’d win. Fear coursed through her body with the thought of Daddy never finding her. She didn’t want that to happen.

“Where are you, my little cupcake?” Daddy called out.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she burst through the closet doors.

“Daddy! I’m right here!” Her voice held panic, and she started to run toward the door to the room.

Arms wrapped around her midsection and held her close.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.

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