“A few hours too long,” he muttered as he drew off her shorts and panties, carefully pulling them off each leg. She didn’t have shoes and socks on. May’s feet had been smaller than hers, and it wasn’t like she needed them since she’d been doing upper body and core workouts all morning. Then Zeke spread her legs wide and buried his face in her pussy, stealing every thought.
“Ohhh,” she cried out. And then she didn’t care about the fact that she was all sweaty, because there was no way she wanted him to be doing anything other than what he was in that moment.
He tortured her. Teased her. Licked at her juices. He ran his tongue over her entrance before journeying up to her needy clit. Her head thrashed from side to side, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto, to anchor herself. And then she screamed as he sent her flying.
“While I make us both some lunch, we’re going to take care of one of the punishments you have coming,” he told her as he wheeled her back into the nursery. This room was set up for a princess. It made her a little uncomfortable, especially when she looked at the crib and changing table.
He pushed her over to the desk. Then he crouched and turned her to face him.
“While we’re here I want to show you that you don’t have to hide or be embarrassed by your Little. I hate that you don’t see yourself the way I see you. But I’m going to work on that. You know how I feel about you saying bad things about yourself, and we’ve got some punishment to attend to in order to show you how serious I am about that. You are going to write a hundred lines. There’s paper and pens on the desk.”
“You want me to write lines?” She gaped up at him. Was he serious?
“Yes. I want you to write, I will not say bad things about myself. Do you need me to write it down for you?”
“No, I don’t need you to write it down for me,” she muttered with annoyance.
“Good,” he said far too cheerfully for her liking. “I want you to stay here until I come back for you. I expect the handwriting to be neat. If I can’t read any of the lines, you’ll repeat them all.”
She couldn’t believe it. “I think I’d rather have a spanking.”
“Oh, there are still plenty of those in your future, you can bank on that.”
Eden looked down at the page of lines in front of her with a scowl. She couldn’t believe he’d made her write lines. Like a naughty child. Damn him.
There was a noise at the doorway and she moved her glare to Zeke. “I can’t believe you made me do this.”
“Are you sulking, baby girl?”
She shuddered as those words moved through her. She was dressed a little like a baby girl, in an outfit that Zeke had chosen for her. It was a simple, yellow dress. It had short sleeves and sat on her loosely. And it barely reached past her ass.
Her bare ass since she wasn’t wearing any panties. Or bra. She’d worn it while working out earlier and hadn’t had a clean one to change into.
“No.”
“That’s good, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to re-do these. Only this time you’d be writing that you would not sulk for being disciplined for being a bad girl a hundred times.”
Uh no. She wouldn’t like that.
He picked up the paper and actually counted out the lines. “Good girl. They’re all here. Punishment is over. But if I hear you talking bad about yourself again, it’s going to be a hundred lines while sitting on a hot bottom, understand me?”
“You’re so mean.”
“Just protecting my girl. However she needs it. I’ve made us some lunch. Do you want to spend some time as Little E
den?”
She swallowed heavily. Excitement and nerves strummed within her. She hadn’t thought about it consciously when she’d let her Little out last night. It had just happened.
“I could try,” she whispered.
She was rewarded with his smile. “Good. I have lunch all set up for my princess. Then while I’m cleaning up, I thought she could do some playing before she has her nap.”
“I don’t need a nap. I slept last night.”
“Barely,” he told her as he wheeled her right up to the dining table. “My baby girl needs lots of sleep to keep her nice and healthy. And a nap will make sure she doesn’t get grumpy and throw a tantrum. We don’t want that, do we, little one?”
“No, Daddy,” she said quietly. The word slipping out surprisingly easy.