Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.
But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?
Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.
“For being so patient with me, with work and everything. I saw this and thought of you, thought you might like it.” He handed me the box.
I reached up and kissed his cheek, then tore through the Hello Kitty wrapping paper. The box inside was blue, with a little gold sticker holding it shut. I slipped my finger beneath it, and the lid popped open. Inside was blue tissue paper. I pulled it back carefully, not really knowing what to expect.
It was a teddy bear, the old-fashioned kind with button eyes and a stitched-on mouth and nose. Even without taking it out of the box, I knew it had arms and legs that moved and a tiny tab sewn into the back seam with the name of the company, and a tiny bear stitched on it in emerald green. My hands shook as I pulled the bear out of the box. I’d had the exact same bear as a child.
“Bailey? What is it?”
I couldn’t stop it. Tears fell down my cheeks, landing on the bear’s cinnamon-colored fur. He blurred, and I blinked back more tears.
“This is the bear my mom gave me. The exact same one. It was the last thing I had from her, before she… went away.”
“Oh, Bailey. I’m so sorry.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want me to take it?” He reached for the bear, but I shook my head, holding it close to me.
“No. I love him. It’s just…” I hugged the bear, tears starting up again. “I miss my mom. And I don’t want… I don’t want you to go away, because she did, right after she gave me the bear.” My words came out in a rush, mixed with sobs. Ian rocked me against him, his voice soft, murmuring wordless sounds against my hair.
“I’m not going anywhere, Bailey. I’m not going to leave you. I’m fine. Your mom was sick…”
He knew the story. She’d had cancer. But I’d been too young then to understand. I knew now, in my mind, what had happened. But in my heart, when I was a kid—and now, sometimes—I still thought she’d left me, that she’d been mad at me.
We sat in each other’s arms until the doorbell rang. Ian went down and took care of the pizza delivery. When he came back, I was still sitting on the bed. He sat beside me, and after a few minutes he picked up the hairbrush from the bedside table.
I shifted so my back was to him. While I cradled the bear, he brushed my hair. My mom had done this, and when we were first married, on a day when I’d been in tears over something, he’d picked up the brush and brushed my hair. I don’t know why it comforted me so much. Maybe it was how tight he clasped me, how he held me close. I felt safe.
We sat for a long time, until I was calm, until my tears and the fear of him leaving for no reason had passed. Finally he set the brush aside.
I wanted him to spank me, let me cry, let out all the stress and tension from the day. But this was unexpected, and it was pretty intense. There were too many emotions running through me, and I was confused.
“Fine. It’s time for your punishment then. You know what to do.”
With something like relief, I went through the ritual of moving to the side, kneeling down, and laying myself across his knees. It was always the same, and it set off the same anticipation inside me. And the same sense of safety. This was what I wanted, and this was how it was supposed to be.
When I had settled across his knees, he set one hand on my back, the other on my ass. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock pressing against my side. It seemed impossibly hard and hot, and it excited me to know I could make him feel this way.
The first hit was hard, and I winced at the sting. My skin was already tingling and this smack lit me up in a way I’d never experienced before. It was still confusing, but being spanked like this was familiar and comforting.
The next smack made me cry out, the pain sharp and intense. Then he rubbed his hand over me, caressing me for a moment.
“You know you’re my little girl, Bailey. And you need to be punished when you misbehave, don’t you?” His voice was low, just as soothing as the hand rubbing my ass.
Before I could answer, he spanked me again, and my answer turned into a gasp. As he gently rubbed my skin, I squirmed as the pain subsided from sharp and stinging into something warm and delicious—like caramel topping on ice cream, thick and sweet, running down over the cool treat.
The heat sank through me, like it always did, pooling between my legs. Instantly I was wet and as much as I wanted the spanking to continue, I was ready for what would come next.
But Ian’s hand came down on me again, quickly followed by another slap, and another. My cries went from gasps and moans of pleasure, to tears and cries. This hurt, it stung, and my tender skin felt like it was on fire. I gritted my teeth, hands clenched in fists, enduring each slap.
“Daddy, please.” I turned, looking up into his eyes. Ian blinked down at me, his hand resting on the burning skin of my ass.
“You lied, Bailey. You know the punishment for lying is this, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
His hand moved in a circle over my ass now, and I thought he was done with the punishment. But then I froze. I wasn’t allowed to ask him to stop. Tears sprung up again, and I looked back to his face.
“I’m sorry… I forgot…” I sniffled. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. It won’t.” His hand came down once more and I burst into tears. “I’m your daddy, Bailey, and I know what’s best for you. I take care of you, don’t I?”
I nodded, sniffling again. “Yes, daddy.”
Beyond the pain, as always, was relief. The tears washed away the adult stress of my day, leaving me clean and free, allowing me space to be the Bailey I wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I promise to be a good girl.” I wiggled in his lap, just a little, testing him. Beneath me his thighs tensed, his hips rolling up slightly. It was okay; things would be okay now.
His hand moved lower down, fingers slipping into the cleft of my ass. I wiggled harder, but his fingers stopped. This was what Ian needed: control. Too much independence from me, and he felt lost. I struggled to lie still.
“Take off your bra, Bailey.” His voice had gone soft and hypnotic. My hands trembled as I reached behind me and undid the clasp on my bra. The straps slipped off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful…” Ian knelt in front of me, his eyes roaming over my exposed breasts. I was pretty sure we were out of my role-playing and into his thing now, and I sat still, waiting for whatever he wanted… or needed… to do.
He held the ice cube out, water dripping on his knee. With infinite slowness he touched the ice cube to my nipple. I jerked away, and Ian looked up at me.
“Sit still, Bailey. I don’t want to have to tie you up.” His voice dropped even lower. “Unless you want me to?”
I shook my head. I knew I was in trouble and deserved to be punished. I know when we do the bondage sessions, it is always amazing; I just wasn’t sure I wanted to be restrained when he was using all the ice on me.
“Then sit still. And don’t talk, unless I ask you a question. You’re under obedience.”
He brought the ice cube back against my breast, circling my nipple, but not quite touching it. For a second I couldn’t tell what it felt like. It was painful, and I thought I wanted him to stop, but I knew I couldn’t ask for that.
I gritted my teeth as he ran the ice cube in smaller and smaller circles, teasing, flirting, grazing my hardened nipple. I knew it would be intense and I was right.
When he touched the ice to my puckered nipple, I cried out, grabbing his wrist. He looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Let go, Bailey.” He held my eyes, waiting patiently until I reluctantly let go of his wrist. “Hang on to the edge of the chair. Don’t let go. If you do, I’ll find something else to do with you.”
I was breathing hard, but I did as he asked, grabbing the edge of the kitchen chair. Ian smiled, then went back to his patient task, making slow circles again, starting the whole thing over. My only hope was the ice cube would melt.
He ran the ice cube across my nipple again, and I bit my lip. It was intense, but almost instantly he pulled the ice away. Before I could even process what I felt, he leaned forward, licking my nipple. My body reacted to the familiar, arching against him, but before I could even enjoy the feeling, he pulled away. The ice cube came back, rubbing against my now-softened nipple.
He kept switching, rubbing the ice cube over my nipple, pulling it away, then sucking my nipple into his mouth. He moved between my breasts, kissing and sucking me, then rubbing my nipples with the ice.
I’d spread my legs, an open invitation, aching for his touch somewhere besides my breasts. I knew he was aroused. There was no way I could miss his erection tenting the front of his sweats.
I was gripping the chair so hard my knuckles were white. As much as I wanted to be touched, I wanted to touch Ian.
But I knew he had the patience and self-control to keep this up far longer than I could stand. He knew this, and it was something he exploited.
By the time the cube melted, I was gasping, shaking, and so totally aroused I could barely hold still.
Finally he sat back on his heels, hands resting on my knees, looking up at me. “Did you like that, Bailey?”
“Yes.” My voice was a breathless whisper.
“Do you want me to do that again?”
I shook my head. “No. I want…” I bit back what I was going to say. Part of obeying him during times like these meant that I could only say yes or no. It was hard for me, and no matter how hard I tried, I usually broke obedience.
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, Te a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.