“All right. Redd, I’ll meet you in your room in fifteen minutes. Be ready for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded and raced to his arms.
He hugged her tightly and swatted her on the back of her leggings as she walked out the door. “See you in a few.”
He watched his little girl leave and then turned to Jillian. “Are you sure you’re all right?” He took her cheek into his hand and stroked it.
“Yes. I’m sorry I worried you all.” She hung her head sadly.
“I’m not letting you go again. I will be in charge of this relationship and will spank your little bottom when you disobey me or whenever I feel you need it. But I will also teach you about pleasure and play and love you more than you have ever been loved.” He held his breath and waited for her to answer.
“I accept your conditions, Master Wolfe, with one condition of my own.” Her eyes danced mischievously. “I want to spank you again.”
“Just for play, little girl.” He growled at her giggle. “And I get to choose your outfit.” He waggled his eyes playfully. “I have a few things in mind that will look perfect on you.Especially with two sets of sweet pink cheeks.” He nodded at her blush. He would never take for granted how beautiful she looked when she was embarrassed.
“We still need to discuss your actions today. Are you able to accept your punishment, or do you need some more time to recover?”
“I want to get it over with, please.”
“Okay. I will come to your room in an hour. I want you kneeling in front of the bed, wearing only your panties and nightgown. I have a master key and can get in. I’m going to go take care of my naughty little and then get a few things prepared for you.”
“Bertram?” Her voice sounded so sweet and soft. “Please don’t go too hard on her. I wouldn’t have wanted to share you either, if I had been in her shoes. I won’t share you with another lover.” Her eyes flashed.
“I understand.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll take it into consideration. For right now, worry about your own ass.” He winked and left.
BERTRAM
He went back to his room, and grabbed the heating pad from his medicine kit. Then he stopped in the kitchen and took Mrs. Hubber, the cook, aside. “Please send a bowl of water and prepared ginger root to Ms. Hills’ room in one hour. Leave it outside her room, being discreet of course.”
The elderly woman nodded and curtsied as a small amount of pink tinged her cheeks, “Yes, sir.”
“Make sure it’s not too fresh. Maybe a week or two old. Thank you.” He strode purposefully from the kitchen toward Redd’s room.
He understood her jealousy. After all, she was an onlychild. But her actions were unacceptable. Her slayer duties meant she was compassionate and protected others. What she had done today had not protected Jillian’s emotions. And he knew she would be conflicted and hurt over her transgression. While she was a great and powerful slayer, the little girl in her needed love, nurturing, and forgiveness.
It was time for him to help her release her demons. He knocked three times and kept his face neutral when she opened the door. His heart went out to her. She looked so sad and vulnerable.
He kicked the door shut behind him and grabbed her into his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest. After a few minutes of cuddling, he stroked her head and kissed her hair. “All right, Little Redd, what do you need, short and fast or long and paced out?”
She looked at him with tear filled eyes and sniffled. “I need something longer, please. I feel horrible.”
“All right.” He placed her on her feet. “Bend over the bed. We’re going to do something we haven’t done before.” He watched her eyes widen and dilate as she trembled and quickly obeyed. He pulled her pants down and gave her a light pat on her panties. “Okay, don’t move.”
He retrieved the small tube of capsaicin from the drawer of her side table. It was still unopened and had been used as a threat on more than one occasion.
She fisted the comforter and her body shook as he pulled her underwear down to her thighs. He grabbed the tube of capsaicin and squeezed some into the palm of his hand. He wouldn’t need much. He carefully massaged into every inch of her bare bottom and thighs, being careful to stay away from her feminine parts, then pulled her panties back over her bottom and gave her a small swat.
“That’s it?” she murmured from the pillows where she had buried her head.
He chuckled. “There’s more.” He plugged in the heating pad and turned it to medium heat and placed it on top of her bottom. “The heat will build quickly with the heating pad on. And then it will remain for several hours. Don’t try to wash it off,” he warned. “It will only make it worse. Stay there for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She leaned back into the bed and reached for Mr. McBeakington.
He grabbed a handful of papers and a few pencils and placed them on the small desk in the corner. It didn’t take long before she was squirming and groaning into the comforter.
“Heat building?” He held in the chuckle, not wanting to seem mean.
“Ohhh, yes, Daddy. Is it going to get worse?”
