Page 61 of Finding Little Fiera

He leaned over, his lips so close to her his breath kissed her ear. “It’s time to talk about the consequences of your day. You forgot your sunglasses again.”

Her breath caught mid-exhale. She’d forgotten all about her punishment. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I try to remember, but I get so excited about what’s going on in the moment, I forget.”

He nodded, running a finger along her shoulder and collarbone. Her nipples pebbled in response.

“I see. What about running backward while riding a stick horse? You could have fallen and hit your head. Did you forget how to run, too?”

“N-no, Daddy,” she said, trying to focus on his words and not the way his finger trailed lower with every pass. What had he asked her? Oh yeah. Running. “I can’t forget how to run, Daddy. But it was fun. And it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It sounds like my little firefly needs to work on remembering important things and controlling her impulses. Let’s work on that now.”

Was this punishment? The tingling his finger caused shot straight to her clit.

The air shifted as he moved to pick something up. His denim jeans scraped the marble as he knelt back beside the tub. Whenshe opened her eyes, he was there, watching her in that way that made her feel both exposed, protected, and on alert at the same time.

He held up a pink bath bomb the size of a softball. “I’ve decided what you need is more of a correction than a punishment. You might even call it a teaching time. I’m not sure you’ll be able to tell the difference, but I, for one, am going to have a lot more fun while I get my point across.”

Um… yay?

“What the heck does that mean?” she asked. She didn’t get any answers as he reached for the mesh poof in the copper bowl next to the tub. Only it wasn’t a poof he picked up. “What are you doing with the giant bath bomb?”

“I’m glad you asked that, babygirl. First, this is a special kind of bath bomb called a fizzie. These are made here at Rawhide Ranch and sold in the gift shop. I’m going to put this in place, and your job is to keep it there. You will not like what happens if you let it move. Understand?”

No.

“Yes, Daddy.” Unsure what holding a bath bomb had to do with teaching her anything, Fiera held out her hand.

“Good girl, but I’m not putting it in your hand. Now spread your legs open for Daddy like a good girl.”

How was she supposed to hold it in place without using her hand? That didn’t make any sense. But she wanted to be his good girl, so she did as she was told and spread her legs wide. When she parted her legs, it parted other things, too. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when the warm water swirled around the lips of her pussy.

Mace tugged her to the front edge of the bath seat and lowered the large bath fizzie into the water between her thighs, right next to her pussy. He lifted her slightly, angling her hips so that the smooth ball was pressed slightly under her bottom.

“Daddy, why is the fizzie—oh!” She broke off as the ball began to… well, to fizz. And not a gentle fizz. Bubbles shot toward the surface as the ball reacted to the water, brushing and tickling her pussy.

In no time, the lips of her pussy parted enough to allow the bubble to tickle and tease her clit. Holy smackerolly!

“Daddy! Oh! Daddy, I can't hold it there. It—Daddy. It… it… it tickles my princess parts. I can't hold it there, Daddy.”

“I know, firefly. But you can hold it there. As a matter of fact, Daddy insists. You keep that in place while Daddy bathes you.”

The gleam in his eye when he picked up the mesh poof was terrifying, and so arousing, she whimpered. Her hips rocked of their own accord, but that only made it worse. Her nipples were so tight they ached.

Mace dipped the mesh poof in the water and brought it up, not touching her but dribbling water over her abdomen and breasts as he drew it up her shoulder.

The first touch surprised her. It was light, barely touching her at all. Then he whispered the textured mesh across the sensitive skin of her collarbone. She twitched, just managing to hold back a gasp.

The soft netting skimmed over her shoulder and down the curve of her arm. Then he repeated the motion across her other shoulder again. It tickled more than anything else, sending tiny sparks dancing over her skin.

Her impulses flared anyway, heat tightening low in her belly as she arched ever so slightly into the next pass. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.

The poof stopped immediately. He noticed. Because of course he noticed. She squirmed instinctively, seeking some kind of relief. A large, steady hand settled at her waist. “Be still, firefly. You aren’t allowed to move unless Daddy gives you permission.”

With a muted sob, she nodded. She was never going to survive. Swallowing, she forced herself to breathe. How in the world was she going to be still when her skin sparked as if it were electric and her pussy throbbed.

The poof drifted lower, across her chest, and down between her breasts. She breathed a sigh of relief, only to have it turned into a gasp as it curved under her right breast, following the sensitive curves.

He circled her breast, each circle smaller than the last, until eventually he dragged the scratchy material right across her nipple. She almost came out of the water.