Blurb:
Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey
loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than
dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to
punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought
possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is
completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even
when he pushes her past her comfort zone.
But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their
relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she
panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that
even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl
with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?
Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s
Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of
BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This
book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.
Excerpt:
I wanted him to spank
me, let me cry, let out all the stress and tension from the day. But this was
unexpected, and it was pretty intense. There were too many emotions running
through me, and I was confused.
“Fine. It’s time for
your punishment then. You know what to do.”
With something like
relief, I went through the ritual of moving to the side, kneeling down, and
laying myself across his knees. It was always the same, and it set off the same
anticipation inside me. And the same sense of safety. This was what I wanted,
and this was how it was supposed to be.
When I had settled
across his knees, he set one hand on my back, the other on my ass. I wiggled
against him, feeling his cock pressing against my side. It seemed impossibly
hard and hot, and it excited me to know I could make him feel this way.
The first hit was hard,
and I winced at the sting. My skin was already tingling and this smack lit me
up in a way I’d never experienced before. It was still confusing, but being
spanked like this was familiar and comforting.
The next smack made me
cry out, the pain sharp and intense. Then he rubbed his hand over me, caressing
me for a moment.
“You know you’re my
little girl, Bailey. And you need to be punished when you misbehave, don’t
you?” His voice was low, just as soothing as the hand rubbing my ass.
Before I could answer,
he spanked me again, and my answer turned into a gasp. As he gently rubbed my
skin, I squirmed as the pain subsided from sharp and stinging into something
warm and delicious—like caramel topping on ice cream, thick and sweet, running
down over the cool treat.
The heat sank through
me, like it always did, pooling between my legs. Instantly I was wet and as
much as I wanted the spanking to continue, I was ready for what would come
next.
But Ian’s hand came
down on me again, quickly followed by another slap, and another. My cries went
from gasps and moans of pleasure, to tears and cries. This hurt, it stung, and
my tender skin felt like it was on fire. I gritted my teeth, hands clenched in
fists, enduring each slap.
“Daddy, please.” I
turned, looking up into his eyes. Ian blinked down at me, his hand resting on
the burning skin of my ass.
“You lied, Bailey. You
know the punishment for lying is this, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
His hand moved in a
circle over my ass now, and I thought he was done with the punishment. But then
I froze. I wasn’t allowed to ask him to stop. Tears sprung up again, and I
looked back to his face.
“I’m sorry… I forgot…”
I sniffled. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. It
won’t.” His hand came down once more and I burst into tears. “I’m your daddy,
Bailey, and I know what’s best for you. I take care of you, don’t I?”
I nodded, sniffling
again. “Yes, daddy.”
Beyond the pain, as
always, was relief. The tears washed away the adult stress of my day, leaving
me clean and free, allowing me space to be the Bailey I wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I
promise to be a good girl.” I wiggled in his lap, just a little, testing him.
Beneath me his thighs tensed, his hips rolling up slightly. It was okay; things
would be okay now.
His hand moved lower
down, fingers slipping into the cleft of my ass. I wiggled harder, but his
fingers stopped. This was what Ian needed: control. Too much independence from
me, and he felt lost. I struggled to lie still.
“Good
girl.”
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Author Bio:
Hi! So my name is Summer, and
I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes
dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I
also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches
of Florida. Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
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Thanks for sharing,
Anita
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