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“Yes, Daddy, that sounds good.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s going to take your panties down now so I can spank your bare bottom.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
There was a whine of resignation in her tone, and that was fine. She’d agreed to the terms with no coercion and it was okay if she had mixed feelings about him going a bit harder on her.
Owen hooked his thumbs into the lacy waistband and pulled the light blue panties over her hips until they were nestled right above her pajama pants. Such a pretty picture, that freshly spanked pink shading into pale cream and then the band of baby blue. He was going to make the contrast a little sharper, and hopefully get his babygirl firmly into Little space so she could enjoy being tucked into bed as much as possible, especially with her sensitized backside rubbing against her panties, her pjs, and the sheets. It shouldn’t hurt much but she’d feel it, a lingering heat and sting that would whisper to her all night.
“You have such a pretty bottom, babygirl. Daddy’s going to finish your maintenance spanking and make it an even prettier shade of pink. Don’t tense up, you know better.”
Cricket had obviously had some experience in DDlg and in the broader kink universe—he’d dig into that more later. For now, he was going to relish spanking the wide canvas of her backside, a dream come true.
It was so satisfying to have Cricket squirm over his lap as he increased the force of the slaps he was laying down methodically over her bottom. That probably meant there was enough discomfort now to linger as warmth and a little swelling as she went to sleep. He’d keep a close eye on her though since they were brand new.
Since he had the time, he spent ten minutes on the final stage of her maintenance spanking. He wouldn’t always be able to make a meal of it, but tonight he would feast.
At last he had her skin at the shade he wanted, and Cricket had buried her face in her folded arms. Yes, that was enough. He gave her a crisp smack on the fleshiest part of each cheek and then spread his hand over her spank-warmed flesh, his palm stinging slightly from all the work he’d put in.
“Daddy’s so proud of you, Cricket. You were such a good girl for your first maintenance spanking, so well-behaved. It makes Daddy so happy that you agreed to that and followed through. You look absolutely darling. How do you feel?”
“Good, Daddy. Little. Kinda ouchie.”
“How ouchie?”
Had he gone too hard on her? He’d tried to be careful but it was easy to misjudge with someone you’d never played with before. You didn’t know their skin or their noises or really anything.
“Not too much. Just a four like you said, Daddy.”
“And is a four enough to remind you who you belong to?”
“Yes, Daddy. You, Daddy.”
“That’s right, babygirl. You’re Daddy’s now.”
Chapter Twelve
Yesterday during Cricket’s naps, Owen had called in some favors and tracked down a home sleep test which he had Linc pick up and drop by. She’d been asleep when his friend made the delivery, which was good because Owen wasn’t ready to share Cricket with anyone, in any way.
Today had been all about getting some healthy food into her since it sounded like she hadn’t been able to eat well while she was so tired, and getting her to rest, whether that was napping in his bed or on the couch. She was so sweet snuggled up with him, all warm and drowsy while they watched a couple of her favorite movies. And so Little.
While she’d been sleeping he’d made arrangements to pick up the rest of her things from her apartment tomorrow. It was possible things were moving far too quickly but it didn’t feel that way.
Owen tried to keep that feral and impulsive part of himself in check—it wasn’t usually the right frame of mind to practice medicine in—but it felt so damn good to give into the greedy, covetous part of himself in regards to Cricket. She was his, and that felt right in the same way going out to stalk caribou did—no matter how many times he did it, he never got bored. He had a hard time imagining how he could ever tire of Cricket, especially when there were so many things to explore and play with together.
After feeding her dinner, he’d administered her maintenance spanking and given her an orgasm with his fingers while she was still over his lap. Then he’d given her a sippy of water, and gotten her ready for bed. Now it was time for her to go to sleep—which she was going to do in her crib tonight—and he brought out the sleep test to show her while they sat on the edge of the dropside crib. Not good for actual babies, but Owen had found it perfect for Littles.
“This little machine is what’s going to help us figure out for sure if you’ve got sleep apnea. Kinda cool, huh?”
Cricket made a pathetic noise and tightened her hands into fists in her lap.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
There it was, that sound again, a whimper and a whine rolled into one that pushed his Daddy buttons real hard.
“Cricket,” he said, cradling her face in his hands and forcing her to look at him. “Can you talk to me?”
Her cheeks were ruddy, and her eyes were red-rimmed and brimming with tears. “I’m scared.”
