Page 28 of Accepting Love

“A rough guess,” he insists.

“Two?”

“How about three.”

I flinch.Shit.

“Rule number two: lying to Daddy is an absolute no-no.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He reaches for one of my hands and brings it to his mouth to rub my knuckles against his lips. “Touching your pussy without permission is a hardnoalso.”

I gasp.

“Breasts too. Do not touch your nipples or your pussy. I’ll be the only one touching you intimately from now on. Understood?”

I nod slowly.

“Look at me.”

I lift my gaze. I’m trembling. The demand has me so hot I’m going to come without either of us touching me.

“What are the three rules?”

I lick my lips. “No cussing. No lying. No…touching.”

“No touching what, Little one?”

“Myself.”

“Where?”

I sigh. “My breasts and my…pussy.” I’ve never said that word before. It sounds so naughty.

“Good girl.” He reaches down under the water to pull the stopper, letting the water run out. While it’s draining, he lifts me out with his hands under my arms.

I shiver as he grabs a fluffy towel and pats me dry. He doesn’t wrap it around me. It’s unnerving when he takes my hand and leads me naked from the bathroom. He heads directly for the bed.

One of my nightgowns is lying on top of the comforter. For a moment I wonder if he went through my drawers to find it, but then I realize it’s the one from last night. It was under my pillow.

“Arms up, Little one.”

I eagerly lift my arms so he can put the nightgown on me. At least it gives me a level of defense. I feel so out of sorts naked in front of him. “Can I get panties, Daddy?”

“Nope. You can sleep without panties. But right now, I’m going to spank you first. I can’t punish you for lying or touching yourself because I hadn’t told you those rules yet, but I am going to spank you for cussing. Does that sound fair?” He tips my chin back.

“Yes, Sir.” I’m trembling violently. If he spanks me, I might actually come.

He leads me by the hand to the armchair in the corner of my room by the window. As soon as he sits, he guides me to one side. He lifts my chin again. “I’ve spanked you a lot in the past two years, but this will be different.”

I nod. He’s right.

“Like I told you earlier, you will always have a bare bottom when I spank you. You will also keep your legs parted over my knees, and you won’t come.”

I hold my breath, nodding again. Wetness is running between my legs. He’s going to find out.

He slides a hand down to my wrist. “One of the reasons I’m going to spank you is because you need the release. You’re craving the contact, aren’t you, Little one?”

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