Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Why am I getting a spanking?”
“For not telling Daddy that you weren’t well. For not asking for his help. For not eating properly.”
Drat.
“If I’m on bed rest, I don’t think I should get a spanking.” At least that’s the way it should work.
“Your punishment can wait until you’re feeling better,” he told her. “However, a couple of smacks to get you moving when you’re procrastinating isn’t going against Doc’s orders.”
She squeaked at this warning and practically threw herself over his lap. She was wearing a soft nightgown with a picture of a sleepy owl on the front. Clint pulled it up over her ass then drew her panties down.
She tensed. She hated this. She swore that she was never going to forget to eat properly again if it meant she got to avoid any more of these icky suppositories.
Why couldn’t Doc prescribe normal vitamins? Those gummy ones you chewed on would be perfect. Clint rubbed her bottom and she gradually found herself relaxing into his touch.
Then he parted her bottom cheeks and the vitamin was pressed against her back hole. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t that big. There was a bit of stretching, but she was used to having her bottom stretched.
It was more the embarrassment of lying over there while he inserted it that she didn’t like. When it was in, she tried to scoot off his lap, but he held her still with his hand on the small of her back. He pressed her bottom cheeks together.
“Just lie there for a moment while we give that a chance to work.”
Finally, he drew up her panties then turned her over so she was sitting on his lap. He hugged her tight. “I know that’s not easy for you. But I want you to be well. You’re my world, little darling. I hope you know that.”
“You’re my world too, Daddy.” She hugged him back tight.
6
Charlie woke up with her throat burning.
It was far worse than it had been yesterday. She’d been hoping it would magically disappear overnight. Instead, it seemed to have gotten worse.
Push past it, Charlie. You can do this.
With her eyes half-closed and her head thumping something wicked, she shoved back the covers and tried to sit up. She swayed and rubbed at her eyes.
This wasn’t good.
“Little girl, what do you think you are doing?”
Clint’s voice boomed through her head, making her groan. She pressed her palms to her eyes as he turned on a light.
“Stop yelling, Daddy,” she said in a scratchy voice.
“I wasn’t yelling, baby.” His hand gently grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face up. “Open your eyes.”
“Can’t. Light hurts them.”
Whoops. She probably shouldn’t have admitted it. “Now he’ll make me stay in bed all day,” she muttered to herself.
“Little darling, you were already staying in bed all day.” A large, cool hand was pressed against her forehead. “Don’t you remember that you’re on bed rest?”
Bed rest? How could she be on bed rest?
“Shit. You’re burning up. How’s your throat?”
“Sore. Like my head. And my whole body.”
“Poor baby,” he said sympathetically. “Let’s lie you down and take your temperature.”
“Gotta go potty.”
“All right. Can you open your eyes if I turn the light off? The drapes are still closed.”
“Think so.”
She felt him move away. “There you go, little darling. Try now.”
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Clint crouched in front of her, his face twisted with worry. “How’s that?”
His voice was hushed. Gentle. Tears welled in her eyes. “Good,” she croaked.
After he carried her to the bathroom, he left her on her own to use the toilet. She could hear him speaking quietly into his phone in the bedroom. Probably to Doc. She groaned. His head popped into the room and she squeaked since she was still sitting on the toilet.
“You okay, little darling?”
“Daddy, I’m fine.” She made shooing motions at him. He simply gave her a stern look in reply. Then turned away again and walked out. She huffed out a breath. Thank goodness. Clint wasn’t big on boundaries.
She quickly cleaned up and had managed to pull up her panties before he returned.
“Let me help you,” he said quietly. He supported her while she washed her hands. And then he carried her back to bed. But instead of laying her down, he sat with her on his lap. “Doc wants to know what your temp is now. Let’s lie you over my lap and I’ll take it.”
She scrunched up her face but let him carefully arrange her over his lap. She sighed as he pulled up her nightie, then tugged her panties over her bottom.
“Easy, little darling. I know you don’t like this part. But Daddy doesn’t like when you’re sick. He wants you all better.”
She wanted that too. Especially with the wedding so close. He reached over to the bedside table to grab the thermometer and lube sitting there. Her bottom cheeks were parted and lube dabbed on her puckered hole. She shivered at the cool feel. She went from searing heat to cold and chilled.