Our Pup (Our Love #1) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Our Love Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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I got a kiss on the cheek as I nodded, trying not to look frustrated at myself. “I remember.”

Most of the time.

Peeking over at him, I shrugged. “I didn’t even realize that’s what I was saying.”

He nodded slowly, reaching up to stroke a hand over my head. “We’re going to make sure you remember it, though.”

Bishop thought spankings should be a funishment, so I knew he wasn’t going to put me over his lap…but I didn’t know what he was going to do as my punishment.

But a spanking would’ve been so much better…and an orgasm would help me remember to be good.

Right?

I really wanted to go over his lap, but I was beginning to feel pouty and little and that wasn’t spanking time.

Shoot.

“I’ll remember, Daddy.” I’d try. “I’ll be good.”

“I know you want to be good and remember, so I’m going to help.” As I slouched over and stuck my lower lip out, Daddy kissed my head again. “You’re going to go stand in the corner until you can think of five good things about yourself or why I like coming over to be your Daddy.”

Oh, couldn’t he have just made me write lines?

“Daddy…” I tried to give him puppy dog eyes and get out of it, but being a switch seemed to make Daddy immune to it and he shook his head.

“No whining.” He gave me a hug, then pointed to the far corner. “I’m going to go get started on our desserts while you go think, so don’t pout too long.”

Oh, that was mean.

If I wasn’t good, my ice cream would melt.

He was such a mean Daddy.

I didn’t stomp all the way to the corner, but I walked mad so Daddy would know holding my ice cream hostage was not nice.

But walking mad made it hard to think of nice things about myself.

Shoot.

Now I was holding my ice cream hostage.

Brains were so mean.

Daddy sighed but went into the kitchen with a disappointed Daddy walk.

Shoot.

I didn’t like that, so I took a big deep breath and pouted again as I let it out. Leaning my head into the corner of the wall, I did an even bigger sigh so Daddy could hear me and tried to think.

Ice cream was more important than pouting over punishments, right?

Okay, Daddy said I was cute and even Cohen said I was cute. Oh, would Daddy tell Cohen I’d been naughty and not funishment naughty? Would Cohen think Daddy wasn’t a good Daddy because I was pouty?

Sighing, I told myself I was going to show Daddy I could be good so he didn’t have to tell Cohen I’d been naughty. Thinking, I tried to find good things to tell Daddy, but it was hard, and I had to stretch a couple, but I found five by the time he brought out our ice cream.

I knew they were big bowls by the way he set them down on the coffee table, but I didn’t peek. Nope, not even to turn my head and look at the window that was almost like a mirror at night. Nope. I was very good.

“Have you found your five things?” Daddy didn’t sound disappointed, so I nodded. “Good boy, come here.”

Hurrying over, I plopped down on his lap and only peeked once at my ice cream. Yep, it was huge and he’d given me sprinkles. He couldn’t be disappointed if I got sprinkles, so I gave him my best I’m a good boy smile. “I found my five things.”

Daddy kissed my cheek. “Alright, tell me what your five things are and then you’ll get hugs and ice cream.”

Big ice cream.

Nodding, I sat straighter and counted my five things. “You like coming over because I’m fast.” I was very fast and Daddy laughed when we ran.

“You like coming over because you get to take care of me.” I kept forgetting I was the only little Daddy had and the only dating person he got to take care of. That was important for a Daddy to have.

What else?

Oh. I remembered. “You like coming over because we get fun treats like ice cream.” Cohen didn’t seem like the treat kind of Dom, so it was my job to make sure Daddy got goodies.

“I’m fun to play with.” Just in case he needed a reminder that most of the time I was very good. “And I’m a good cuddler and I have fun sleepovers.”

That had to be more than five.

I was so good.

Daddy thought so too because he kissed my forehead. “That’s a wonderful list. Are you going to try to remember those when you start to worry next time?”

“Oh, Daddy, I’m not going to worry again.” Standing in the corner was sooooo boring. “I’m going to be very good.”

Daddy nodded. “I’m sure you will be. Are you ready for your ice cream? I remembered the sprinkles.”



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