Page 233 of Daddies' Captive


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“Uh, no.”

“No?” He frowned.

“I don’t like tampons.”

“You don’t like tampons?”

“They feel icky inside me.”

“Icky?”

“Are you just going to repeat what I say?” she cried.

“Is that why you wouldn’t use the stuff here, baby?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. Plus, that’s not mine.”

He frowned. “It is yours. You’re a woman, that shit is here for the women who work here to use. So next time you need it, use it. Don’t you keep track of your periods?”

“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.” She stared up at the ceiling.

“Effie,” he growled.

She dropped her gaze to him. “No, I’m not very good at that sort of thing. That’s why I stopped taking the birth control pill and got an implant. Couldn’t remember to take the pills.”

“Implant didn’t help make your periods less painful?”

“Uh, no.” Lord, he was curious, wasn’t he? And he didn’t seem a bit embarrassed. “Can we stop talking about this? Please?

“Baby, I had two shit parents and a baby sister I adored. Who do you think helped her with all of this?”

“Oh.” She hadn’t even thought of that.

“So you use pads?”

“Sometimes.”

“Effie.”

“I use period panties.” She went bright red. “I know it seems odd for a thirty-five-old woman to wear period panties, but it’s so much easier.”

“Baby, don’t give a fuck how old you are. You wear what you want. They’re in the bag?”

“Yeah.”

“Right. Before we put those on you, we’ve got a punishment to get out of the way.”

“A spanking?” she asked.

“Not while you’ve got period pain.”

That was kind of sweet, but it also made her wonder what she had coming her way.

“Oh God, not lines,” she groaned.

“Nope.”

Hmm.

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