“I’m fine, love. Just missing you guys. I think I even miss that rundown shack of yours. I definitely don’t miss the microwave or washing machine.”
She was giggling as Issy stepped into the bedroom, his eyebrows raised in question.
“I’ve got to go. I think dinner is ready. Take care, Archer.”
“You make Issy take care of you,” he replied.
21
Now that was a damn pretty sight.
His girl with her nose in the corner, her panties down around her ankles, which were spread wide. She was wearing a nightie since she’d only just gotten up and he’d had her hold it up to her waist so as not to cover her bottom.
He had to reach down and adjust himself.
It had been two days since her migraine. He’d made her spend all of yesterday in bed, which she’d done with hardly any complaint. That, more than anything else, had told him how exhausted she was.
Today, he knew he’d have trouble getting her to rest and stay off her laptop. Which is why he planned on having her spend the day in Little space. With a bit of help from him.
It wasn’t just for her benefit. He wanted to spend time with her Little. Craved it. Happiness flooded him. Unlike anything he’d felt before. If only he didn’t keep feeling like something was missing. He guessed it was because she hadn’t committed to moving in with him. But he knew he had to give her time.
“Come here, baby doll.”
She dropped the nightie and reached down for her panties.
“Uh-uh, I didn’t say you could get dressed again.”
She turned; her eyes wide.
“Keep the nightie up around your waist. But lose the panties. I don’t want you tripping over them. Pick them up and bring them here.”
She slipped her panties off, holding onto them as she raised her nightie once more, revealing her pretty pussy. Damn. His cock throbbed. He wished he could lay her down and feast on her.
But that was for later. Right now, she was owed some punishment.
As she drew closer, her eyes widened as she saw the item sitting on the sofa next to him. “Uh, wh
at is that?”
“That is Caley’s naughty girl paddle. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a teak color and was long with a rounded end. “It’s hand-crafted and even has an ergonomic handle. So I won’t hurt myself if I have to paddle you for a long time.”
“You won’t hurt yourself? That’s what the person who made that paddle was worried about?”
He grinned. “Well, he wasn’t worried about how much it was going to hurt the person receiving the spanking, that’s for sure.”
“Oh dear Lord.”
He finally took pity on her. “Don’t worry, baby doll. I’m mostly going to use my hand. I’m just going to give you a few with the paddle at the end so you know what it feels like. Because next time you disobey me regarding your health, you’ll be getting your butt paddled until you can’t sit for days. Either that, or I’ll be taking my belt off.”
He saw her gulp. Didn’t hurt for her to be a bit worried, not if it made her think twice about not taking care of herself when he wasn’t around.
Not that he planned on going far.
He patted his lap. “Over you go.”
She drew closer, giving that paddle a look filled with trepidation. But she slowly placed herself over his lap. He drew her in close, placing one hand on the small of her back while he rubbed her bare bottom cheeks with the other.
She was tense to begin with, but as he kept rubbing, the tension started to slowly ease from her muscles.