Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

His face started to grow stern until he obviously got a look at her face. Then he burst into laughter. “Baby, you’re a mess. Did you get any glue on the picture?”

“Yes, see?” She pointed down to the picture she was making. She was finding it easier and easier to let her Little side out. It also helped her let go of a lot of the stress she was carrying. Sometimes it didn’t always work. Sometimes those worries crept back in, but for the most part she was stress-free while she was Little Abby. And it was amazing.

All she had to worry about was Daddy and his rules. And that really hard spanking hand he had.

“That’s a beautiful picture, sweet girl. But it’s time for a nap. Let’s go get you cleaned up first. You can’t go to bed like that, you’ll stick to the sheets.” He guided her upstairs with a hand at her lower back.

She dropped her bottom lip out. “I really don’t need a nap, Daddy. I just got up.”

“And I kept you awake half the night instead of letting you sleep,” he replied. “Little girls need their sleep.”

She sighed and opened her mouth to argue more as they reached the bathroom sink. He gave her a stern glare in the mirror. “Do you remember what happened yesterday when you argued too much about having a nap?”

Crap. She did. She’d ended up getting her butt roasted then had to spend ten minutes in the corner contemplating why she had been such a naughty girl.

“I hate contemplatin’,” she muttered.

“I’m sure you do when you have to do it with your bare, red bottom sticking out of the corner.”

She still didn’t want a nap, but she let him clean her up without complaining. She didn’t even moan when he washed her face and she hated that.

“You sulking, sweetheart?” he asked mildly.

“No.” Yes.

“Hmm, I think you are and I have a cure for a girl who is sulking. Go into the bedroom. Take off your pants and panties then lean over the edge of the bed, chest flat to the bed, ass in the air.”

She slapped her hands against her bottom. “No spankin’.”

He lowered his eyebrows. “Are you in charge here?”

“No, Daddy,” she muttered. She walked into the attached bathroom, dragging her steps.

“If you’re not in position when I get there, I won’t be happy,” he called back.

Man, sometimes having a daddy was really hard. And she didn’t think he was all that indulgent, either. In fact, he’d been rather stern today and she’d thought yesterday was bad enough. She frowned, thinking that over. Could something be worrying him? Maybe about her safety. Kent had been working mostly from home, even though his office wasn’t that far away from the house, he claimed he wanted to watch over his girl to make sure she behaved.

Well, she certainly wasn’t getting away with anything. As she got into position, she made a note to ask him if everything was all right. If he knew something she didn’t.

“Good girl,” he said as he entered the bedroom.

A buzz of happiness filled her.

“Reach back and pull your bottom cheeks apart.”

She stiffened. No way. She couldn’t do that.

“Abby-girl, you heard me. You have until the count of three and then it’s one spank for every second you procrastinate.”

Indulgent, her ass.

“One. Two. Thr—”

Shoot. She threw her hands back and pulled apart the cheeks of her ass, putting herself fully on display. This was way, way too embarrassing.

“Just in time,” he said in a low voice.

She heard him move towards her. There was a squirting noise. Lube. Well, that made sense. She could guess what was coming next. A dab of lube went on her puckered entrance then his finger prodded at her back hole.