Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Nah, we’ll get them later,” I shrugged, making my boy giggle. The blocks were technically the reason all of this started. Though all I really cared about was meeting his need for punishment, which seemed to be more of a reward. And now, I planned on meeting his need for food.
I pinched his bottom as he walked out of the room in front of me, making him hiss through his teeth. Oops. One need was even more pressing than food, and I made a mental list of everything my boy required. Clean up, soothing lotion, lunch. Got it.
Chapter Three
Keegan
“There you go; how does that feel?” Daddy asked as he pulled the hemline of one of his t-shirts down over my body. My underwear and skirt were wet and sticky from our fun, and he said he didn’t want it to irritate my skin, so he put them in the washing machine.
Once he stripped me, he cleaned my stomach with a wet, soapy cloth, and then smoothed some cool lotion onto my bottom. He was gentle and thorough, and the sting was completely gone, which was sort of a shame because I wanted to remember him every time I sat down. And I wouldn’t have minded feeling his hand on my cheeks all day.
Once I was clean and lotioned, I thought about asking to be free and nakey the rest of the day, but then he offered me one of his t-shirts to wear, and that sounded like an even better idea. I wanted to be covered in something that belonged to him.
He also offered me a pair of his underwear, but they were much too big. I stepped into them and he pulled the waistband onto my hips, but they immediately fell onto the floor. So we settled on just the shirt. It was fine by me; I liked the breeze, and the thin cotton against my skin.
“It feels good.” It was loose and flowy, and hung down to my knees. “It’s kind of like a pretty dress,” I answered, giving a little twirl as he chuckled.
“You are what makes it pretty. I’m convinced you could make a trash bag look beautiful.” I giggled at the silly idea. “Come on, I need to feed my boy some lunch.”
I followed him into the kitchen, where he pulled out a wooden chair, but before I could sit down, Daddy said he would be right back and hurried out of the room. He returned carrying a throw pillow from the sofa, which he placed onto the hard seat, before patting it in invitation. He thought of everything; even the tiny comfortable touches that made his care evident, warming my insides.
I settled my bare butt in at the table and watched him get to work. He moved gracefully across the room, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and ingredients from the fridge. It was obviously something he did often; he knew right where everything was, and looked like he had a recipe in mind.
“Do you like to cook?” I asked curiously as he fired up the burner on the stovetop. He appeared to be good at it, but I wanted to know if he enjoyed it.
“I do,” he replied with a smile. “I’ve always enjoyed cooking; especially when it’s for people I care about.” Daddy winked at me and my stomach warmed. I knew he cared about me; I could feel it in his touch and see it in his actions, but it was nice to hear it. “I’m just making something quick for now, because I want to get your belly full. I can make you something fancier for dinner.”
In no time at all, he scooped a sandwich off of the pan and onto a plate, which he placed in front of me. It was grilled cheese, which I loved, but it looked even better than what I was used to. It was thick, browned perfectly, and had gooey cheese spilling over the sides. But there was something else inside it too.
I reached for the top piece of bread to peel it back for a peek, but Daddy stopped me by gently grabbing my hand. “Careful, baby; it’s hot. I don’t want you to burn your precious little fingers.” He kissed my fingertips and made my stomach feel swoopy.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what all was inside.”
He grabbed a butter knife from the drawer and cut my sandwich into two triangles. “That will help it cool faster, and let you see the goodies inside. There’s two layers of cheddar cheese, barbecue sauce, and barbecue potato chips. It’s my specialty sandwich.”
Just hearing the ingredients made my mouth water. “This looks very fancy to me.” Daddy laughed even though I was being serious. “I only know how to cook eggs.”