Page 61 of Daddy's Little Patient

Her mental wandering was interrupted by a hand on the back of her neck.

“Corner time is all done, Cricket. Time for dinner.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Without being told, she got on her knees and crawled over to the highchair Mister Gavin had made for her. It was awkward to sit with the hook still buried inside her bottom, but it was probably supposed to be, and she’d done this to herself.

Daddy strapped her in, and she enjoyed the familiar sensation and security of the T strap between her legs and across her waist.

“You’ll always buckle her in like this, but you only need to do her wrist and ankle restraints when she’s being punished,” Daddy told Uncle Linc.

Then he pulled down the neckline of her dress and scooped out her breasts so he could pinch and twist her nipples. After giving them a few firm tugs that made her moan, he took a couple of clamps from his pocket and fastened them on the stiff buds.

“Cricket is to wear nipple clamps during naughty girl dinner. If it takes her longer than twenty minutes to eat, you should remove the clamps, and put them on again after she has a five minute break. But my babygirl usually tries to get naughty girl dinner over as soon as possible.”

Well, yeah, because between the yucky food she had to eat, her raw bottom on the hard wooden seat, and the pain in her nipples, why would she want to do this for any longer than she had to? At least she hadn’t been spanked yet this time, which made it slightly more tolerable.

“If she’s been a well-behaved girl, you can give her some finger food to eat while you get dinner. But you should be the one to feed her all of her meals. Gav can help you with that if you need to be away during mealtime, we’ve already discussed it. Just bring her over to the Bayards’ cabin.”

Daddy snapped her bib around her neck, and set a tray in front of her. She couldn’t even tell what dinner was with it all pureed like this. Ugh, she really needed to learn to control herself better because it was humiliating to be fed mush like a baby instead of enjoying the tasty food her Daddy made. Plus her nipples hurt and her breasts were starting to feel swollen and sensitive.

Of course, once Daddy and Uncle Linc sat down with their own plates, one on either side of her, she could see they were having salmon, sea asparagus, and some crusty bread with butter. All while she’d be having glop, slop, and slurry.

“Are you going to accept your punishment like a truly sorry babygirl or am I going to have to plug your nose?”

“I’ll try, Daddy.”

“I’d try very hard if I were you; you don’t want to earn even more punishment.”

She definitely didn’t. But it was really hard to open her mouth and accept the whipped salmon. It tasted so wrong. The sea asparagus—which was usually one of her favorites, especially because she liked to help harvest it—was really gross, like a salty green smoothie. But the worst was the white glop.

Cricket heckin’ loved carbs, and it felt cruel and unusual to watch Daddy and Uncle Linc each have a thick slice of Gwennie’s bread slathered with butter while she had to choke down the bland and gluey cream of wheat. She was never having another tantrum, ever again.

“Three more bites, Cricket,” her Daddy prodded, holding her pink and purple plastic spoon close to her mouth.

“Please, Daddy, no. Can I be all done? Please?”

“You may not. Finishing your naughty girl dinner is part of your punishment.”

She started to sniff because the idea of having to eat any more of the yucky porridge made her want to gag.

“You can have a break if you want, but you’re not allowed out of the highchair until you’re done with dinner. And the clamps stay on for twenty minutes at a time as long as it takes for you to eat.”

Cricket wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair. But she also had a good enough handle on her emotions now that she wouldn’t let them run wild—not when there was even more punishment on the line.

She didn’t know how she was going to get through this though. Daddy said three more bites, but it might as well be a million. He’d said that she had to finish her dinner, but not that she’d have to do it on her own. He was always encouraging her to ask for help, so maybe she’d try it.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, love bug?”

It made her feel good in a way she couldn’t describe that, yes, her Daddy punished her when she was naughty and he didn’t like her behavior, but he never made her feel like he didn’t love her. The way he still used her pet names even when she was being disciplined helped solidify that in her mind and in her heart.

“I-I want to be a good girl and finish my dinner, but I don’t know if I can. I’m trying to accept my punishment but it’s too yucky. Can you help me, please?”

“Oh, Cricket.” Daddy cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s not supposed to be easy to take your punishment but it’s not supposed to be impossible either. I’m so proud of you for asking for help when you need it. So yes, Daddy and Uncle Linc can help you with the last few bites.”

It was funny to be grateful that they were going to help her. Then again, if she stopped and thought about it for too long, everything they did was kind of funny. But who really cared if they weren’t hurting anyone and they were both happy with their arrangement? Uncle Linc also being happy was just a bonus.

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