Page 235 of Papa's Bébé
“Maya, you have until the count of three to get on my back. I should tell you that if you wait until after three, the small spanking I was gonna give you when we get home is going to turn into a big one.”
“Why am I getting a spanking?” she cried. That was just mean. Couldn’t he tell she wasn’t in the mood?
“For not listening. Now, up you get. One. Two.”
Maya wasn’t an idiot. She got up before he got to the count of three.
Maya was definitely an idiot.
She stood in the corner of the playroom and realized she was a big idiot.
And now her bottom was going to pay the price.
“Come here, Maya.”
Turning, she pouted as she dragged her feet and walked over to where Matthieu sat on a chair.
After getting back, he’d put her in the shower and washed her. Yep, he’d washed every inch of her.
It had been heaven and hell. Hell, because it was the biggest tease and at the same time, it had felt like heaven. Because she loved being taken care of. She’d thought it would be harder to let him take control, to let him take charge.
Maybe it was this place. It made her feel like she was free to be someone else. Someone who let others take on some of her worries, her responsibilities.
Or maybe it was just that it was Matthieu and over these past few weeks, she’d come to trust him.
To love him.
“Why are you being spanked?” he asked.
“Because I slipped into the river?”
“No.” He frowned at her. “You know why.”
“Because I didn’t listen to you.”
“That’s right. You could have been badly hurt or worse. You need to listen to your Papa.”
She knew he was right and she was already crying before he even got her over his lap. His smacks were fast and solid. Her bottom grew hot quickly. She was still a bit tender from yesterday.
At this rate, she wasn’t going to sit comfortably the entire time they were here.
Maybe you should start behaving yourself.
Maybe.
“Papa, no!” she cried as he moved his hand to her upper thighs.
“Papa wants you to know that he’s very serious about your safety,” he warned as he spanked her several more times.
When the spanking was over, her bottom was hot and she was sobbing. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying down on it with her next to him.
She cried until she was yawning.
“Time for a nap,” he told her.
“I don’t needs a nap. I got up late. I needs to play.”
“Nap first, then you can play.”
