Chapter 8
Surviving the return to reality on Monday, Honey had thrown herself into work to keep her mind from wandering back to how incredible sex was with Razor. Did people actually feel all that—like every time? It couldn’t be a fluke, could it?
Missing him made heading back to the factory even worse. Mondays were always a challenge for Honey. What was she thinking? Every day was hard at work.
Her boss’s footsteps pounded down the hallway and she ducked her head down to concentrate on her computer screen. Honey had found over the years it was best to limit her eye contact with him. Al Reynolds couldn’t be the worst boss in the world, but he had to be in the top thousand.
“Did the Chinese manufacturer call?” he bellowed.
“No, sir. We haven’t heard from him.” She glanced at the clock, doing math in her head to calculate what time it was in China. There was no way the factory was open now. “Shall I write them an email?”
“You should have sent that a week ago,” he announced, pressing his fists into the top of her desk as he leaned over her laptop. Mr. Reynolds loved intimidation in all forms.
Honey glided her chair back slightly to look up at him without craning her neck. “I’m sorry, sir. I should have stated that differently. ‘Would you like me to follow up on my previous email to see where the supplies are?’”
“Of course I do.” He stood and stomped to his office, muttering, “I shouldn’t have to ask you to do your job.”
Honey controlled her impulse to roll her eyes.
She assumed her boss had hidden cameras in her office to spy on her.
Since the company’s president had installed his son-in-law, Al Reynolds, in this position, the unpleasant newcomer had repeatedly searched for reasons to fire her.
The tension of living on a tightrope didn’t help her health or happiness.
She crossed her fingers, hoping that somehow, some way, the people above them would pick up on his negative effect on the business. It hadn’t happened yet, but Honey had hope.
By the end of the day, she dragged herself out to her car and headed home, ready to curl up on her couch with Beatrice, her stuffie, and a plate of lasagna.
She’d almost taken it to work for lunch but hadn’t wanted to deal with her boss’s complaints about the smell.
After parking her car, she dropped her forehead down on the steering wheel to gather energy for the walk inside. What a Monday!
A loud rap on her window made her jolt back against the seat. Surely the neighbors hadn’t come over to talk to her about the noise. Her face was already heating as she turned to see a silver fox smiling at her through the window. Her silver fox.
“Razor,” she said, staring at him.
“Daddy. Unlock your door, Little girl.”
Quickly, she reached for the release. As it popped open, he stepped back to guide the barrier between them away. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t answer my text, so I drove over to check on you.”
“You sent me a message. I’m sorry, Razor. I had a crazy day.”
“Daddy. And I understand. Would you like to spend some time together, or are you too tired? There’s not a wrong answer to that by the way.”
She held her hand out, and Razor smoothly pulled Honey to her feet. He leaned in to grab her purse and pastry-inspired lunch box. “Cupcakes. Cute. You did eat something other than dessert for lunch today, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I took a sandwich and an apple.”
He lifted the box, and they both heard a rattle from inside. “I’m betting that’s not the sandwich you didn’t eat.”
Honey laughed. Hopefully, no sandwich clunked that loudly. “I wanted to have lasagna but figured my boss would complain.”
“That you hadn’t taken him a portion?” Razor asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“No, about the smell. He’s a total jerk about anything I heat in the microwave.”
“Could you go somewhere else to eat lunch? Isn’t there a staff lounge?” His brow furrowed in concern.
“Yes, but then I’m too far away when he needs me,” Honey explained.
“He is a total jerk. I messaged to invite you to dinner. Perhaps you’d rather have lasagna tonight?”
“I’d adore having your cheesy concoction again. It’s so good. There’s lots left. You made a whole pan. Come join me. You can tell me what happened at work.”
“I’d love to have your company. We’ll go out another night.”
Honey smiled at him. She liked he assumed they’d spend a lot of time together. Razor stepped closer and lowered his lips to hers. She leaned into the kiss, and the stress of the day melted away as he stroked a hand up her spine to cup the back of her head.
“Mmm,” she hummed in delight, and his mouth curved against hers. When he lifted his head, she blurted, “You’re a good kisser.”
“My Little girl inspired me. Come on. Let’s get you inside. You can eat your apple while I heat dinner.”
“I can fix the food. You worked hard today as well.”
“I didn’t have a crappy boss breathing down my neck. Besides, Little girls shouldn’t mess with knives, even to cut noodles,” he told her with a stern look as he stepped to the side and supported her with his arm around her waist.
Razor stepped into a Daddy role caring for her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was incredible how much that small bit of his strength bolstered hers.
Honey almost hopped up the one step to her front door with his support.
When she fumbled with her keys, he took the keyring from her and opened the door.
“Let’s go get you changed into something comfortable. Then you can relax on the couch.”
“Oh, I can do that myself,” she rushed to assure him.
“I’m sure you could, but why? Daddy’s here to help you.” Razor added the keys in his hand to the rack hanging by the door before setting her purse and lunch box on the coffee table.
“But….” Honey struggled for a way to protest. Her body responded instantly to the idea of her Daddy stepping fully into his role as her caregiver. He’d find her nipples in tight buds and her panties damp.
“No buts, Little girl,” he corrected her, guiding her into her bedroom. “Daddy’s already seen his pretty baby. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
He turned her to face him and unbuttoned her blouse. His fingers brushed the swell of her breasts. Honey shifted on her feet, enjoying the caresses as cool air slid over her skin and the material gaped open.
“Look how gorgeous you are,” Razor said, running a fingertip over the lace of her bra before sliding the sleeves of her top down her arms and whisking her blouse off.
He stopped and studied her for a moment.
The heat in his gaze showed Honey how appealing he found her.
She tightened her pelvic muscles as the slick juices between her thighs multiplied.
Forget damp. Her panties would be saturated.
“But I bet this gets itchy. Little girls don’t need to wear adult garments at home.”
Honey nodded. Thrilled to be the center of his attention, she couldn’t argue with his logic. He quickly unfastened her bra and eased the cups from her breasts. His fingers smoothed over the marks on her skin, erasing the discomfort.
“My beautiful baby,” he whispered and leaned forward to press a kiss against her lips.
It didn’t last long enough. Honey chased his lips as he moved away. “Daddy!”
“What? My Little girl wants more kisses?” he asked in mock shock.
Honey bobbled her head up and down so fast she made herself slightly dizzy. “Please.”
“How about one for every piece of clothing?”
“Okay,” she agreed eagerly. “I should get another. Shirt and bra.”
“You are good at counting, sweetheart.” Razor kissed her a bit more thoroughly this time as she squirmed in delight in front of him.
Honey exhaled strongly when he abandoned her lips again and watched him cup her breasts and rub his thumbs over her nipples. The caress sent waves of pleasure through her.
“Daddy, more!” she protested when he stopped to trail his fingers along her ribcage.
He traced her waistband to the front closure. Honey sucked in her tummy automatically as he popped open the fastener on her pants and pulled the zipper down. “Daddy loves your tummy, Honey. You don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable. Relax for me.”
He wasn’t like her parents and the few men who had seen her naked, she reminded herself and did her best to stand naturally as he drew the garment over her hips and pushed it to the floor.
Moving as fluidly as a cat, Razor dropped to one knee in front of her and stripped away her shoes before removing her slacks completely. Her socks were next.
“Do socks and shoes count as two items each or two total?” she blurted, tallying the kisses he owed her. “You could take my panties off too. I could get a kiss for them.”
“That’s an excellent idea, Little girl.” Razor quickly slid them to the ground and helped her balance as he removed those. He held on to the lacy underwear and glanced up at her.
“These are soaked, Little girl. Are you excited?”
She nodded, shifting back and forth on her feet, waiting to see what he’d do.
“I forgot to tell you that if you earn a bunch of kisses that I have the right to swap them for another prize.”
“But I want kisses,” she protested.
“I think you’ll like this as well. Will you trust me?”
“What is it? What’s the other reward?”
Razor stood and sat on the chair at the side of her room. She used that to help her dress when she was shaky. He patted his lap. “Come here, Little girl.”
She bolted to his side, eager to crawl onto his lap, but Razor stopped her. He lifted her easily, turning her body to stretch over his hard thighs. When his hand stroked over her bottom, she understood instantly what he planned.
“Not a spanking!” she cried and squirmed to free herself.
A firm whack on her bottom made her freeze. The sting grabbed her attention and increased the heat building inside her. Honey turned to meet his gaze over her shoulder. She didn’t like that, did she?
“There are punishment spankings and good girl spankings. Do you want to turn your treat into discipline?”
Honey shook her head quickly to dispel the idea from his head.
“That’s what I thought you’d decide. A good girl bonus it is. Now, I’m going to spank your bottom hard. You’re going to cry out all the crap that’s accumulated from your day and then comes the special prize. Can you be brave for Daddy?”
“I don’t want a spanking,” she fussed.
“I know. I also know you’ll feel better.”
Without another word, Razor raised his hand and scattered smacks over her bottom.
Honey struggled to stay still, but the heat built on her skin.
Soon she wiggled furiously, trying to avoid his swats.
Razor didn’t pause. He simply hooked his leg over hers, pinning her securely in place, and continued.
Tears gathered in her eyes as the heat changed to discomfort and then pain.
They rolled down her cheeks and landed on the carpet.
Her energy quickly faded, and her resistance evaporated.
Surprised that she never lost confidence in Razor’s care, Honey trusted he had her best interests at heart.
She also didn’t expect to feel excited by her punishment.
Melting over his lap, she submitted fully to his treatment.
“That’s my pretty girl. Your bottom is adorable, all pink and rosy,” he complimented. “Spread your thighs for me, Honey.”
He continued to spank her as she hesitated. Finally, she shifted her legs apart slightly.
“Wider, Little girl. That’s it,” he praised as she followed his instructions. “Good girl.”
His next swat landed on the seam of her pussy.
Honey gasped as pleasure flooded her. That shouldn’t feel good.
He did it again. Shivers of delight filled her.
A gush of slickness welled from her, coating her inner thighs.
She lifted her bottom, spreading her legs and silently urging him to continue.
“My Little girl likes her good girl spanking. I bet you’ll ask for another soon.”
Honey couldn’t believe her head nodded automatically. She couldn’t wait to have a hot bottom the next time. “What is wrong with me?” she wailed, struggling to understand her reaction.
Razor’s fingers played between her legs, sliding through the wetness to caress her.
He seemed to sense exactly where she needed to be touched.
“Little girls hide lots of secrets from themselves. Daddies understand what they need. Today, it’s a spanking.
Tomorrow, you may need attention in this tricky spot.
” He parted her bottom and stroked a fingertip over her small, puckered opening.
Gasping at the rush of sensation from the sensitive area, Honey held her breath. What kind of attention would he give her there?”
“I’m going to watch you carefully. You may need to wear a plug or have your temperature taken. Daddies who are doctors know there are many medicines that work especially well when inserted into a Little girl’s bottom.” He pressed his finger into her rectum, escalating the sensations flooding her.
She shook her head, staring at the floor. She didn’t want him to guess how much this turned her on. It was like all her super-secret fantasies were coming true.
“I’ll sense when you need some help to go to the bathroom. Some warm soapy water flooding into your system will cure many maladies.”
“Nooo!” she wailed and attempted to pull her legs together, but his other hand blocked her and stroked her pussy as that probing finger pushed deeper.
“I have a nozzle especially designed for you, Honey. It’s thickest in the middle. It will be tough for you to handle, but I’ll help you tolerate it. Once it’s filling your bottom, it will stay in place until I decide you can let the medicine out.”
The combined caresses pushed her over the brink into a massive orgasm. She shook as he continued to touch her. Excitement exploded within her again. “No more, Daddy. I can’t take it!”
“Of course you can. You are such a good girl. Another for me, sweetheart.”
A few seconds later, Honey screamed into the thick denim fabric covering his leg. Slumping limply over his lap, she tried to process the sensations that continued to float around inside her but couldn’t concentrate on anything. She could only bask in the pleasure he’d lavished on her.
Razor gathered her gently into his arms and rocked her. He kissed her lips softly before reaching into the pocket of his cut. She heard the crinkle of a wrapper but couldn’t look. Something brushed over her lips, and she opened her mouth automatically.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck on your pacifier. That will help you settle down.”
She snuggled closer to him. The tension had evaporated from her muscles, leaving her floating. Even unable to concentrate, Honey knew he was right. She’d ask for a good girl spanking in the future.