A BEDTIME STORY#WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome Wiptsers!  We're excited to announce that our new erotic thriller, Safe in His Hands, will be released on Friday, July 24!  The following is a fun AP scene with Cindy and David (who just happen to be on the cover).  Hope you enjoy :)

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“Daddy, you promised,” she nagged and pulled on the bottom of his jacket as he stood beside the bed.

“I know, little one, but give me a chance to get comfortable.  Daddy just got home from a meeting,” he implored as he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

“I like when you’re dressed up and smell good.” She giggled and leaned forward onto her elbows.

“Okay, let’s get you under the covers and I’ll tell you a story.  Which one shall it be tonight?” he asked as he helped Cindy get cozy, fluffing a pillow behind her.

“I like when you make the story up,” she said taking his hand, guiding him onto the bed next to her. 

“I know you do, sweetie.” He laughed and put a finger to the dimple in his chin.  “Once upon a time, there was a naughty little girl named Cindy.”

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.  “I don’t think I’m going to like this one.”

“Now, now, you can’t be the director and the writer.” His eyes sparkled knowing how much she loved age play spanking stories.

“Does this Cindy have a last name?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

“Well, not exactly. She was a princess and you know how royalty have special names.”

“Like the Princess of Wales?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Yes, just like that, sweet pea.  Her formal name was Cindy, Princess of Baltimore.” 

“There aren’t princesses in America.  This doesn’t sound like a realistic story.”

“That’s why they call it fiction,” David whispered before clearing his throat, trying to look serious.  “Cindy Lynn Clark, if you don’t listen quietly, daddy can’t concentrate on making up the story.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Let’s see.  Princess Cindy was raised with good manners and had a solid upbringing by the king and queen.  But every once in a while, she needed extra attention and did naughty things so her mommy and daddy would notice her.  After all, they were very busy people who ruled a kingdom."

“What kind of things did she do?"

“Sometimes she would stomp her foot or roll her eyes.”

Cindy paused and instantly regretted rolling her eyes earlier. “Did she get a spanking from the queen for being naughty?”

“No, it was her daddy’s job to administer the spankings.” He winked and gently raised her chin with one finger to bring her face closer.

“Just like my daddy spanks me when I test him.”'

“Exactly, my little peanut. You see, sometimes you are treated just like royalty.”

“Is that the end of the story?  Besides not having much plot, you seem to be missing a happy ever after ending.” She crossed her arms and sighed.

Reaching over to her night stand, he pulled open the drawer and removed a hairbrush.  While tapping the flat, square end on his palm, he stared into Cindy’s light brown eyes and watched her pupils dilate.  “I’m not sure how happy the ending is going to be, but daddy’s willing to flesh out the characters a bit more if his little director thinks it’s necessary.”

She gulped. “Maybe next time we should read a selection from Dr. Seuss.”

“I think your disrespect earned at least two taps of this brush on your tushy.  Don’t you agree?”

Cindy shrugged.  “Daddy, where’s your sense of humor?”

“My sense of humor is just fine, thank you.  But I have the feeling my little one’s bottom needs some attention right now. Let’s get this over with, so we can go to sleep.  You’ll feel much better in the morning.  Get into position, please.” His tone was low and composed.

She looked at him with an incredulous expression.

“You know what happens if I have to ask twice, Cindy Lynn,” he warned.

Crawling across his strong thighs, she submissively lifted her bottom as her cheek rested against the cool, fitted sheet.

He unbuttoned the back flap of her footed pajamas and patted her naked bum.  “I just love these.  It was definitely one of my smarter purchases.”  He picked up the brush and smacked her cheek.

“Owiee!  Daddy, that hurts!”

“Maybe you should be more respectful to daddy when he comes home from work tired and still agrees to tell a story.” He swatted her other cheek with the brush and watched the small area form a pinkish hue.

“I’m sorry, daddy.  Can I have a hug, please?” she asked, hoping her spanking was over.  When his head bobbed up and down once, she rubbed her stinging backside and crawled into his strong arms.

“Did that help with your mood, my sweet?” He kissed the top of her head and smiled.

“You know me too well.”

“A good daddy always knows when his baby girl needs special attention.”

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Thanks so much for coming by to read and to Melody Parks for providing us with such a fun place to post!  Keep on hopping ... there's an abundance of red-hot reading out there and the scenes are only a click away!  Have a fun week :) ~ shelly

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