It seems like it takes forever for him to return with my best friend clutched in his hand, but I don’t dare even touch the strap around my waist.
“Here you go, little one,” he says softly as he hands me my stuffie. “Cobie said you were very brave during your spanking and she’s been waiting to snuggle you.”
“Cobalt,” I correct him, not caring that my voice sounds extra pouty and Little. “Hisname is Cobalt. Only his friends call him Cobie and you arenothis friend.”
Donovan blinks down at me, and despite how my bottom is aching from his hard hand and the paddle, guilt twists in my stomach. Even if he’s been super mean to me, I don’t have to be mean back.
But before I can apologize, he nods. “Cobalt, then. Now, let’s get your diaper on so we can get buckled in for takeoff.”
Taking the toy from his hand, I clutch Cobie to me, my flaming-hot face buried in his soft fur as my boss slides equally soft cotton beneath my bare bottom. The diaper traps the heat from my spanking against my skin and by the time we return to our seats I’m feeling pretty freaking sorry for myself.
All this because I was a few minutes late and wanted to dress like a Big girl? What the heck has gotten into Doctor D?
And why the hell am I getting this version of him when I'm all packed up and ready to leave the island for good?
Donovan
It’s agony, waiting for the plane to reach cruising altitude with Camilla sniffling quietly in the seat next to me, her tattered blue dragon held close to her chest as she stares out the window. She’s adorable, dressed in nothing but her t-shirt and diaper, and my arms physically ache with the desire to hold her.
So close. Everything I’ve wanted for so long is finally so close… and yet still so far away.
After what feels like an eternity, the seatbelt sign switches off and I reach for her belt to unbuckle her. “Come here, little one.”
“Huh?” Turning away from the window, she frowns at me. “Why? Am I in trouble?”
“No, Camilla. I just want to hold you.”
Her brow furrows, the corners of her mouth dipping down even further. “Why?”
“Because Little girls need to be held after a big punishment like that.”
“But… you’ve never held me before.”
She’s right. On the few occasions I’ve needed to spank her at the office, I tried to keep things as professional as possible. Which meant not indulging my need to cradle her in my arms after a spanking, and instead simply giving her a brief hug and a candy bar to help with any aftereffects.
“I’ve also never had to spank you quite so hard before,” I say by way of explanation for the sudden change from our routine. “You were very naughty this afternoon, Camilla.”
The reminder brings an adorable flush to her cheeks and whether it’s because she wants to be held or she simply doesn’twant to argue, she rises from her chair to settle gingerly on my lap. But when I try to draw her closer, she resists, the color in her face deepening to a dark rose.
“I’m too heavy,” she whispers, still holding herself ramrod straight on my lap.
“You’re no such thing.” She’s all full, delightful curves that I can’t wait to sink into the second she’s no longer in my employ. “Now, stop being ridiculous. The last thing I need while we’re at this conference is for you to be dropping because you wouldn’t let me hold you.”
She bristles at that, her eyes narrowing. “So this is just because you don’t want me to be distracted by my emotions while I’m helping you at the conference?”
It’s not entirely a lie. I will need her attention focused on assisting me while we’re working. And the whole truth is far too messy to get into just now, so I nod. “Yes. You know how difficult it can be for a Little to function if she isn’t given proper aftercare.”
Oddly enough, that explanation seems to calm her. The little furrow between her brows disappears and she smiles as she shifts to lay her head on my shoulder. “For a second there, I almost thought you were being nice. I was worried I might have to find someone to examine your head while we’re at the conference.”
Letting my eyes close, I savor the weight of her on my lap as I hold her close, my cheek pressed against her soft hair. “You never have to worry about me being nice.”
As her boss, I’ve been strict and demanding. As her Daddy, I won’t be any less so. If anything, I’ll require even more of her than I ever did when she was merely my employee.
“Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she says with a giggle.
Her laughter is musical, and it occurs to me I haven’t heard it nearly as often as I would like lately. When she first came to work for me, she was all sunshine and laughter, but over the past few months her giggles have been few and far between.
Too much stress. Little girls aren’t meant to work so much. Once we’re back home and I’m able to take care of her the way she deserves, I’ll get to hear that sweet laughter the way I used to.
