“I know, baby.You’re being a very good girl right now staying on Daddy’s lap for your paddling.”
She moaned.
He delivered five more full-strength swats and then brought his hand to rest on her warm skin.“It’s over, baby.Come up for some sugar.”
She scrambled to turn around and he cradled her again, wiping her tears.She nestled into him, as if eager for his tenderness.He loved being able to give her what she needed.
“Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”He helped her pull up her panties and shorts, zipping and buttoning them for her, then picked up her up.
She giggled and kicked.“What are you doing?”
“Carrying my little girl.Wrap your legs around my waist like a monkey.”
She obeyed, holding her own weight with her legs and snuggling in close.Of course she knew just what to do.Marissa Sparks had a latent Little just begging to be nurtured.He carried her to the kitchen where he made her a smoothie.
“Yum,” she said.“What’s in it?”
“It’s my detox special—kale, pineapple, almonds, chia seeds, coconut oil and lemon juice.”
She took a sip and made a smacking sound with her mouth.“Wow.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.So you think I need detoxing?”Her finger went to the cold sore on her lip.
He raised an eyebrow.“What do you think?”
She flushed, her shoulders sagging and he immediately regretted it.After the meeting he could scold her all he wanted.Right now she needed hand-holding.He checked the clock.Only seven a.m.They still had some time to kill.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said when they finished their smoothies.
“On the beach?”she asked, her expressive face lighting up.
“No, in traffic.Of course on the beach,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her out the kitchen sliding door and down the deck stairs to the sand below.
“I can’t believe you live right on the shore,” she said, as if she didn’t command a salary worthy of any kind of house she wanted.
He wondered what her financial situation was.
“So...did you play daddy with your ex-wife?”she asked.“I’m sorry—if that’s too personal.”
“No, that’s not too personal.You have a right to ask.Yes, but not all the time.We went in and out of it, I guess.We always had a D/s relationship.”
“What does that mean?”
“Dominant and submissive.I spanked her when she was naughty,” he said with a grin.
Marissa stopped to pick up a shell.She rubbed at the mother-of-pearl sheen with her thumb.“Why did you...I’m sorry.It’s none of my business.”
“What?”
She darted a sidelong glance at him.“I was just wondering why it ended,” she said softly.
“Oh.Well, she left me for her yoga therapist.”
Marissa said nothing, as if waiting for more.
“I walked in on them screwing in the living room.In retrospect, I don’t think it was the first time she cheated on me.”
