“Yes…” The word “Daddy” trembles on my lips. But not only is the man staring so sternly up at me the last man on Earth I should want for my Daddy, he’s also my boss. Talk about inappropriate. “Sir.”
Something about the way he looks at me makes me wonder if he knows why I hesitated. But that’s far too humiliating to even consider, so I push those thoughts right out of my head.
Reaching behind him, Donovan reveals a pacifier gag and a small glass bottle that has my stomach sinking to my knees. I suppose it was too much to hope he’d left that stupid concoction behind.
It’s a formula of his own design, one I have very reluctantly helped him test and tweak over the past few months. The bitterness is beyond anything I’ve ever tasted and I would willingly have my mouth washed out with soap every day for a week rather than put that stuff on my tongue.
And because I’ve been his test subject, Donovan knowsexactlyhow I feel about his “potion”. Which, if I had to guess, is why he brought it with him on this trip.
One corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk, confirming my thoughts as he twists the cap off the bottle and brushes a thick layer of the gross concoction over the rubber tip of the pacifier. Before he even brings it to my mouth, tears pool on my lashes.
“Wait!”
His eyes narrow, but he stops with the pacifier just a few inches from my lips. “What is it, Camilla?”
“Cobie. I-I need Cobie. Please? He’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I’ve had him since college and I can’t do this without him. I know it’s silly, but I just… I need him. Please, Sir?”
For a moment, I’m certain he’s going to deny me. But then he sighs and lowers his hand. “He’s really that important to you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All right. You may go get your stuffie.”
Relief floods my body as I hurry around him to where Cobie waits for me at the head of the bed. With my oldest and closest friend clutched to my chest, I hurry back to Doctor D. It’s tempting to drag my feet, but the last thing I want to do right now is make him any angrier.
“Please, Sir, I won’t ever say a naughty word ever again,” I whisper when I return to my spot in front of him, too deep in my Little space to even be ashamed of it.
My strict boss, however, is not moved. His expression is stony as ever as he brings the tip of the pacifier to my lips. “Open, Camilla. If I have to ask you a second time, I will plug your mouthandyour bottom for your punishment.”
In all the months I’ve been subjected to his discipline, he’s never even threatened to plug me. And now he’s done so twice in less than twelve hours.
What does it mean? What’s changed between us to have him making such an…intimatethreat? Or am I reading too much into the situation?
“One, Camilla.” His firm tone yanks me out of my mental spiral. “Don’t let me get to three.”
That threat is enough to have my mouth popping open so he can slide the pacifier between my lips. And no amount of maneuvering my tongue is able to keep the bitter taste of his potion from filling my mouth and making me gag.
Before, when I’ve tested his solution, I only had to put a tiny bit on my tongue for a couple seconds and then I was allowed to rinse. Now, however, the taste is everywhere, coating my tongue, and with the pacifier buckled around my head there is no escape. Tears slip down my cheeks as I silently plead with him to take it off, to show me an ounce of mercy.
But mercy is a word Doctor Donovan Graves does not know.
Taking my hand, he guides me over his knee, once again trapping my legs with his just like he did back on the plane. He cups my still-diapered bottom, giving the cotton a hard squeeze.
“To help you remember that you are, in fact, a very Little girl, I’m going to leave your diaper on during your spanking.”
Oh, well that’s an unexpected relief. The thick cotton is more than enough protection against his hand or whatever implement he chooses.
But it doesn’t take long for me to realize my assessment of the situation is very, very off. Because a moment later there's a sharp tug as he pulls my diaper up between my cheeks, exposing only the most sensitive parts of my bottom to him.
“You may have a Big girl job to do while you are here, but you are not a Big girl, Camilla. You are a very Little girl and you will follow the rules you are given. Am I understood?”
Whimpering around the pacifier, I nod, my carefully curled hair flying with the movement. I hold Cobie even tighter as I brace for the punishment to come.
“You’re a good girl, Camilla. Sometimes you just need to be reminded of that. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
His hand connects with the bottom curve of my backside, and I cry out at the stinging pain, the sound muffled by the pacifier in my mouth. Hard, fast swats fall against my bottom, my sit-spots, even the tops of my thighs. All the places I know I’ll feel it the most every time I sit down tomorrow.
Instinctively, I suck on the pacifier for comfort, but every time I do, that bitter, acrid taste fills my mouth again. No matter what I do, there is no escape from my misery, or the horrible punishment being inflicted on me.
