Page 62 of Daddy's Naughty List

Okay, apparently spankings were still on the table. That didn’t really seem fair. Pushing her bottom lip out, she risked a glance up at him through her lashes. “But I’m just a Baby.”

Daddy’s lips twitched, like he was trying to fight a smile, but his expression remained stern. “That doesn’t mean I won’t spank your bottom when you’re naughty. And ignoring Daddy is very, very naughty.”

“But I don’t need my bottom cleaned! It’s already clean enough, I promise.”

“You can get your bottom cleaned, or you can get it spanked andthencleaned. Which would you prefer?”

An emotion she couldn’t quite name twisted in her tummy. Why was he even bothering to threaten her when he had changed his mind about spanking her twice now in the last twenty-four hours? It wasn’t like he was actually going to follow through.

But right on the heels of that nasty little thought came guilt. He’d been so sweet to her all night, taking care of her and spoiling her and playing with her. It just seemed mean to push back now, after all that.

So she reluctantly pushed her toys aside and shifted up onto her knees, her bottom high in the air for Daddy to clean.

“Good girl. Thank you for listening, baby.”

Heat flashed along her skin at his praise. Heat that was both arousal and embarrassment, the latter of which only grew worse as he ran his soapy fingers between her bottom cheeks.

“Squeaky-clean. On the outside, at least.”

Before she could ask what he meant, something pressed against her bottom hole. “Daddy! No!”

“Hmmm, I think yes. I’m worried there might be some more naughtiness hiding up there we need to wash out. If this doesn’t work, we might have to cleanallof you out.”

What the hell did he mean by that?

As she wracked her brain, a scene from aPepper Northbook she’d once read popped into her mind. In it, the Daddy, who also happened to be a doctor, gave his Little girl an enema. It was one of those scenes Taylor had read with her face burning up from embarrassment even while she’d been too fascinated to stop reading.

Hot and humiliating, all in one.

Was that what her Daddy meant? Would it be as equally hot and humiliating in real life?

“There’s no naughtiness up there, Daddy, I swear!”

“We’ll see about that. For now, I think you’re as clean as you’re going to be, baby. Let’s get you out of that bath and ready for bed.”

The embarrassment of having her bottom ‘cleaned out’ and his threat to do so again if she was naughty kept her face hot while Daddy helped her out of the tub and dried her off.

Standing next to their bed, Daddy pulled the towel from her, a wicked glint in his eye. “Are you ready to be Daddy’s Big girl now, Taylor?”

And just like that, she wasn’t a Baby anymore. While she was always his babygirl, there was a very clear difference between that younger headspace and where she was right now, her body on fire as her Daddy’s gaze raked over her naked flesh.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Lie down. Daddy wants a taste of that pretty little pussy.”

Another wave of embarrassment washed over her as she lowered herself to the bed, her legs spread wide to invite him in. Ian knelt in front of her, his eyes gleaming as he wrapped his arms around her thighs.

“You smell delicious, baby. Let’s see how good you taste tonight.”

Pleasure shot through her, electric jolts of it racing along her nerves at the first touch of his tongue to her swollen clit. Tangling her hands in his hair, she arched up, her gasps of pleasure echoing around the room as he feasted.

“Oh, god. Daddy. Please.” Overcome, she begged, writhing beneath him in a desperate attempt to find her pleasure. “Please, please, please, Daddy.”

His wicked laughter vibrated against her clit, and she whimpered as a fresh wave of need crashed over her. “What do you need, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

More humiliation, but now it only served to make her hotter, wetter, needier. “I wanna come, Daddy, please. Please.”

“Hmm.” Swiping his tongue between her lips, he gave her pussy one slow lick. “Since you asked so nicely, baby. Come for Daddy.”

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