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I lift my hand and give her a gentle swat.

She flinches, panting.

I do it again with a bit more force, warming her up, easing her into the sensations.

Naomi moans and lifts her bottom higher.

My cock goes totally rigid again. I knew my babygirl would like this, but seeing it is still so fucking sexy. I switch back and forth, moving my palm up and down to include her thighs as well as her perfect globes.

“Daddy…” The word is breathless.

I pause and rub her bottom again, soothing the sting. “What do you think, babygirl?”

“It feels so good…” Her voice is dreamy. “I didn’t know it would feel so good…”

“More?”

“Yes, please, Daddy, Sir.”

I chuckle. It’s funny how she calls me Daddy, Sir. Cute.

I spank her several more times until her bottom is pink and heated. As soon as a low moan escapes her, I reach between her legs and thrust two fingers into her pussy.

Naomi lifts her head and screams as her orgasm takes her by surprise. “Oh… Oh, Daddy…” Her body convulses around my fingers as I pump them in and out of her.

Fuck, she’s perfect. This perfect babygirl is all mine.

As her orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean while she watches with wide eyes.

“That’s so hot,” she whispers. “It’s going in my book, too.”

I chuckle as I pull the pillow out from under her, drop down onto my side, and turn her so she’s facing me. I kiss all over her face. “Now you know.”

“Now I know,” she says, that same dreamy tone to her voice.

“Keep in mind, naughty Little girls who need a spanking for misbehaving do not get an orgasm afterward.”

She gasps, her eyes going wide. “That’s mean.”

I chuckle, shaking both of us. “That’s the rule.”

She scoots closer to me, burrowing against my chest. “I’ll be a good girl all the time, Daddy, Sir. I promise.”

I pull her fully against me, my palm splayed on her back, inhaling her scent, fully living in the moment as her soft breasts press against my chest and her warm breath tickles my skin.

I can’t believe Naomi is here, and she’s mine. She’s my life. My world. My soul.

I need to call my boss and discuss my work schedule because there’s no way I’m ready to go back to work in the office. Naomi and I will need to develop a routine where we work at the same time. I know she’s itching to start a new book, and I’ll be happy to provide her with all the experiences she wants to make it authentic.

Reality will have to wait another week, though, because I’m unwilling to give her enough room to fully breathe, let alone leave her at home so I can go to work.

Another week.

But first, my cock is throbbing against my babygirl’s thighs. It needs release.

Chapter Ten

A month later…

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