Chapter 12
As soon as Drake moved out of sight, Lacy froze.
She knew being a Little in a relationship with a Daddy meant she would have to accept punishments for naughtiness, but she wasn’t feeling very Little.
What she really wanted was to be Big and have Drake fuck her until neither of them could move before falling asleep wrapped together.
She just wasn’t sure how to ask Drake for what she wanted.
Then she reminded herself that it didn’t matter if she was Little Lacy or Big Lacy as long as she was with him.
“Lacy? You okay in there?” Drake called from the other room a moment before he appeared in the doorway.
When he saw she had not moved, he took two steps toward her before stopping. “Lacy?”
Lacy shook herself before she said, “I’m okay. Just got lost in thought for a minute.”
Drake finished crossing the room and took her in his arms. “If you need more time, or want to take a step back, it will be okay.”
“No, that’s not it,” she said quickly. “I’m fine.”
Drake looked skeptical for a moment then looked down at her pajamas. “How about if I help you get changed? I shouldn’t expect my Little girl to dress herself without help.”
Lacy inhaled a breath as her Little side immediately pushed forward and all she wanted was to let this man take over. “Okay, Daddy.”
She stood in the circle of his arms and rested her head against his chest for another few seconds. Leaning into him, she was not surprised when he took her weight and held her tighter. He did not release her until she lifted her head and looked up at him.
He “All right, Lacy-girl, let’s take these grown-up clothes off and get you into your pajamas.”
Lacy cooperated as he stripped her down to her red cotton panties with the yellow rubber duck on the front. She had to fight the urge to cover herself, but somehow she kept her arms by her side.
Her face burned and she knew it was red as a tomato as Drake’s gaze traveled down and then back up her body as he unfolded her pajamas. He tossed the shorts over one shoulder as he dealt with the yellow tank top that had the eyes and beak of a rubber duck on the front.
Lacy raised her arms and he dropped the shirt over them then smoothed it down her body.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he ordered gently as he knelt in front of her and held the shorts out for her to step into.
She set her hands on his shoulders and massaged them as she lifted first one foot and then the other, stepping into the shorts. He slowly pulled them up her legs, but just before he covered her panties, he tapped the nose of the duck with two fingers.
“Cute.”
Her pussy tightened, but before she could react further, he pulled the shorts into place and stood.
“Such a good girl for letting Daddy help you get dressed,” he said before leaning down and dropping a kiss on her nose. “Now, let’s go eat and then we’ll get your spanking out of the way.”
Lacy took a breath and made her first request. “Could we do the spanking first and get it over with?”
“You want your spanking before you eat?”
“My stomach is all squirmy and I don’t think I’ll be able to eat,” she admitted softly.
Drake looked away for a moment before nodding. “That makes sense. And I don’t want my Lacy-girl to not eat.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed where he sat down. “We’ll do it in this room so you’ll be able to sleep in my room without the spanking energy lingering.”
Lacy nodded, then allowed him to guide her over his lap. She shifted and tightened the muscles of her ass as he lowered her shorts and panties to expose the bare skin.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Melon, Daddy.”
“Use it if you need to,” he said as he rubbed his right hand over the twin globes of her ass.
“Yes, Daddy.” Lacy took deep breaths as she tried to remain relaxed as she waited for the first smack of Drake’s hand.
Only it didn’t come. Twisting, she looked over her shoulder and found him simply staring at her ass.
“Daddy? You okay?”
He blinked and looked at her. “I’m fine, Lacy-girl. Just admiring this perfect ass for a moment before I turn it bright red.”
With that, he raised his hand and she turned back around and prepared herself. It was still several seconds before his hand landed for the first time, still catching her by surprise. She sucked in a breath and worked to hold back a cry as her skin heated.
“Don’t hold back, Lacy. I want to hear your cries,” Drake said as his hand came down a second time on the opposite side of her ass.
She could not keep silent this time, and a squeak escaped.
After that, the spanks came hard and fast, covering her entire ass and sit-spots with heat and pain.
She lost count after the first handful, but Drake continued spanking her until she had collapsed and began sobbing into the bed covers.
Only then did he pull her panties and shorts up over her hot ass and twist her around so she was sitting on his lap, crying on his shoulder.
He held her tight and murmured to her as she released all the wiggly worms that had taken up residence in her stomach.
“Shh, babygirl. It’s all over. You were such a good girl to take your spanking so well. All is forgiven.”
When she finally settled and rested heavily against him sniffing and wiping at her wet cheeks with her palm, he reached over and grabbed a washcloth that was conveniently waiting on the nightstand. Leaning her back, he wiped her face dry and helped her blow her nose.
“Feel better?” he asked as he brushed a kiss on her forehead.
“I guess,” she said with a sniff.
“What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned as he studied her face.
“My butt hurts.”
Drake could not contain his chuckles at Lacy’s theatrics. Sliding a hand under her knees, he stood up and carried her bridal-style into the other room. He was having a hard time thinking of them as her room and his room. In his mind, they were the photography studio and their room.
Carrying her to the table in the corner where he’d laid out their dinner, her set her in one chair, smirking when she sucked in a sharp breath as her ass settled on the hard seat.
“Ouch, Daddy. That hurts. Can’t I lay on the bed and eat my salad there?”
“No.”
“Just no?”
Drake pulled in a breath as he moved his chair around the circular table so they were side by side.
“No, you may not lay on the bed and eat your dinner. Part of a spanking is having to sit on a hot ass afterwards. Now eat your dinner and then we’ll snuggle up on the bed and watch a movie together before bedtime. ”
He focused on picking up the first quarter of his sandwich without losing all the fillings to keep Lacy from seeing the smirk he wore as she huffed a sigh.
They ate in silence, but he was pleased to see that she was able to eat all of her so-called salad. She even drank half a bottle of water without prompting. He was just finishing his sandwich when she pushed her plate away.
“Was it good?”
“Uh-huh. I was hungry,” she said softly. “Can I go lay on the bed now ?”
“Yes, Lacy-girl. Take your water with you. I want it all gone before bedtime.”
Lacy huffed a sigh but grabbed the bottle. “All right, but if I have to get up and pee six times before morning, it’s all your fault.”
Drake worked hard to hold a serious expression. “All right, sweetheart. I’ll take all the blame if you have to pee six times tonight.”
After bagging up the trash from their meals, he put the bag in the hall and then returned to find Lacy sprawled across the bed flipping through the television channels.
She looked so cute and he could not wait to strip her clothes off and claim her body again.
But for tonight, the sex-hungry man had to wait while his Daddy side got his tank filled.