“I’m not giving you another spanking, although while you’re in Little space, I won’t hesitate to pop your butt if you’re naughty. And unlike at work, I won’t care who is around.”
“Daddy, you can’t!”
He just gave her a look. She sighed then leaned over the counter, her face flushing as he parted her bottom cheeks. He twisted the plug around before drawing it out. Inch by agonizing inch.
Her pussy was wet, her clit throbbing. She wriggled, trying to find some friction.
“None of that,” he growled, slamming his hand down on her ass. “If this wasn’t punishment, then you’d be allowed to come. But you’ve been naughty and you just have to wait. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go shopping.”
Cleaned up? He couldn’t mean he was going to…
Yep he did, she realized a few minutes later when he carried her into the bathroom.
“Stand facing the mirror, hands on the counter, legs spread.”
She watched him as he wet a cloth under the water. “I can clean myself up, Daddy. I’m a big girl.”
“You’re a Little girl,” he countered. “And Little girls can’t manage to clean themselves properly. That’s why they need their Daddy to help them.”
She pressed her legs together as he wiped the cloth over her slick pussy lips. He was standing side-on to her, his right hand holding the cloth. Which meant he was easily able to smack her ass several times with his other hand.
She groaned.
“Open up for me.”
Her legs parted almost of their own volition as he then moved the cloth to clean the excess lube from her ass.
“Daddy, please!”
“All clean,” he finally said. Thank goodness, because if she had to stand there for much longer, she thought she might have self-combusted from embarrassment.
He took hold of her hand and led her into his bedroom and dug out a pair of her plain, dark blue panties.
She hated them.
But Ink had gotten them for her and she should be grateful.
“Soon as we get you some new panties, these are going in the trash.”
“You can’t put them in the trash!”
“Sure can. They’re dark and plain. I grabbed them in a rush. We’re going to get you pretty things. I’m fond of lace myself.”
It was a startling admission from the big biker with the movie-star face and mouth of a sailor.
She didn’t like that she couldn’t pay for her own things, but she had to admit she was fond of lace herself. The red in her cheeks didn’t dissipate as he held out the panties for her to climb into. He drew them up her legs, settling them into place before reaching for the pair of pants. “You need warmer clothes. Gonna be winter soon.”
“I don’t need a lot.”
He glared up at her. “You need what I say you need.”
“Ink,” she sighed, needing to have this conversation when she wasn’t in Little space. “I don’t need much. You shouldn’t spend all your money on me.”
He snorted. “Take buying more than a few pieces of clothing for me to spend all my money on you. My lack of crap in the house isn’t because I’m broke. It’s because I don’t fucking care.” He stood and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Or I didn’t care. Until you. Everything I have, everything I’ve earned over the years, is ours. Not mine. It’s for both of us. So stop damn well thinking that things are yours or mine. They aren’t. They’re ours.”
She blinked away tears at his words.
“And if I ever hear you say again that you don’t want me to spend our money on you, I’m going to make you wear a vibrating egg for a whole day at work. And I’ll have the remote. You won’t be allowed to come, but I’ll torture you until your panties are soaking wet and you’re begging me to be allowed to come. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her gently. “Come on, or we’ll be fucking late for our appointment.”
What appointment?
She looked into the mirror, aware of her eyes glistening as she tossed her head back and forth.
“You like it?” the stylist asked anxiously, no doubt seeing that she was about to cry.
“Oh yes. I love it. Thank you so much!”
Relief filled the other woman’s face as she gave Betsy a small smile. Ink stepped forward and the stylist looked him up and down with a gaze of hunger. She got it. Ink had a gorgeous face mixed with muscles and that bad-boy look.