“Good thing I don’t want to be perfect.” Her head turned, and I brought it back. “I want to be honest and consistent. In the corner, you go.”
Her shoulders rose to her ears and dropped with a groan, but she ambled over to the corner. She looked back at me.
“Nose against the wall and hold up that dress so I can see my handy work.”
“Oh my goodness,” she whined, but she lifted the dress and poked her battered bottom out.
The more I stared, the harder I got. I adjusted my cock and turned my attention to the clock on the wall. Five minutes seemed like a lifetime.
Kylie remained quiet, but she fidgeted a bit while in the corner. Her sit spots were likely screaming.
“Okay.” I clapped my hands together. “Five minutes are up.”
She dropped her dress and turned around.
“Come here, baby girl.” I waved, and she shuffled back toward me and fell into my arms and buried her face once more.
I adjusted her on my lap, kissing the side of her face and her forehead.
“All’s forgiven.”
“Really?” Her tone was of genuine surprise.
“Of course.” I nudged her, and she looked up. “I promised. Once you complete your punishment, all is forgiven. We start on a clean slate.”
“I’ll never be naughty again,” she whispered.
“That’s a big promise for a little to make.” I rubbed the back of her head. “You sure you want to commit to that?”
She let out a cute little whimper but settled her head against my chest.
I lifted Kylie into my arms and grabbed her sippy cup.
She whimpered and held me tighter.
“Sh. It’s okay.” I walked over to the plush rocking chair in the room's corner. “I’ve got you.”
Her arms curled around my torso.
“Take another little sip.” I brought the cup to her lips.
She obeyed and settled in my lap.
“What do you need?” Her punishment was over, but the aftercare was just as important.
“More cuddles.” She gave me a curt nod.
“Okay.” Her body was limp. I grabbed a thin blanket from a basket next to the chair and wrapped it around her.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded. She gave me an enormous sigh, and it settled something in my soul. Something that had been in chaos without me even realizing it . The need to pay attention to someone, take care of someone, and keep them safe in a way not directly connected to my job.
I loved Rayna and Tinley. They were family, but they weren’t mine. Through no fault of their own, being around them showed me what was missing in my life. The change in Kyler was drastic. His last little hurt him badly, and I thought he swore off the lifestyle. The man had a BDSM club in his backyard but never played. Josh played, but had never claimed a little as his own. Ithought it was to show solidarity with his best friend, but then Tinley came along.
Here I was, wanting a little in my life, but not doing a thing to find one. Thankfully, she found me.
Her breathing slowed, and the cutest little snore escaped between her barely parted lips. Her hair smelled of coconuts. I kissed the top of her head and settled myself into the cushion, content to stay here for as long as my little girl needed it.
