Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) Becca Jameson (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📖

toddler would wear, it is still cut for a child. The front is flat across her chest and the skirt hangs loosely from below her breasts to just past her bottom. There are small pink and purple roses scattered on the material. The sleeves are short and fitted against her biceps.

It’s very youthful, and I can see not only the pucker of her nipples but the pink shading of her areolas too.

When she looks down at her chest, she shivers, and my cock jumps to attention.

I stand from the edge of the bed. “Let’s fix your hair, sweetie.” I pad to the bathroom, and she follows me, but there is no pep in her step. She’s nervous. I’ll set her mind at ease soon, but for now, I decide to let her nerves settle.

I brush out her hair, reminding myself this is going to take time each day. I don’t want to tug on her scalp, so I have to work carefully from the bottom up. When it’s smooth, I part it down the middle and then grab one side and gather it high on her head above her ear.

She winces a few times as I secure the pigtail with a band. “Sorry, sweet girl. I’m trying to be careful.” I switch to the other side next, and soon she has two very cute pigtails. It’s the first time I’ve seen her without her hair down. I find two ribbons and tie them into bows on top of her head and then point her toward the mirror. “What do you think? Did I do okay?”

She offers me a slight smile. “You did good, Sir.” She reaches up to touch one of them and runs her hand down the length. “I’ve never had pigtails.”

“With all this hair? How is that possible?”

She shrugs. “No one bothered to fix my hair when I was little, and by the time it had grown out long enough to style, I was reluctant to let anyone touch my head at all. I sometimes had nightmares for years about having my hair all cut off.”

I turn her around and pull her against my chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I can’t even imagine how traumatic that was.” I tip her head back. “Your hair is gorgeous, and I’ll never ask you to cut it. If you ever want to see a stylist, you’ll have to tell me.”

She nods and smiles broader. “Thank you.”

Breakfast is quiet. I swing her onto her stool, but she says very little. She also picks at her food, wiggling in her seat.

“Eat your breakfast, sweetie, before it gets cold. My friend will be here in about fifteen minutes. I need to leave, and I want you to be done eating.”

She pushes the plate away and covers her face with her hands.

“Britney…” I warn.

She ducks her head lower. “I don’t want a babysitter.”

“I know you’re nervous about meeting someone new, sweetie, but little girls can’t stay home alone. It’s not safe. I’m going to go finish getting ready. When I come back, I expect your breakfast to be gone. Understood?”

She humphs and crosses her arms.

I’m fighting a chuckle as I leave her, knowing I’m going to come back to a full plate and a little girl who needs her first punishment.

Sure enough, five minutes later, I’m back, and she has not moved.

I lift her to the floor and then walk toward the living room while I speak over my shoulder. “Come.”

She drags her feet getting to me. I’m sitting on the couch, hands on my lap, before she’s even halfway across the floor.

“Britney,” I say in a firm voice, “come over here now.”

She sucks in a breath and moves slightly faster. When she reaches me, I wrap one arm around to the small of her back and pull her closer, the other hand going to her chin to lift her face. Tears are gleaming in the corners of her eyes.

I wipe them away and then meet her gaze. “I told you I’m a strict Daddy. My rules are for your safety and protection because I care about you. When you misbehave, you will be disciplined. I’m going to spank you now, and then you’re going to stand in the corner until Master Brett arrives.”

She shivers. “Master Brett is your friend?”

“Yes. He’s also a Daddy Dom. You have to trust me, sweetie. Trust that when I expose you to other people, I have good reasons. I would never put you in a position that would intentionally embarrass you. Master Brett has had several littles. He’s familiar with our lifestyle. Nothing about your little space is going to shock him. He’s coming to keep you safe, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She swallows. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’ll be good. Do you have to spank me?”

“Yes, sweetie. I need you to understand that I will always be firm. When I say to do something, I mean it. If you’re disobedient, you will be punished. It’s the only way you’ll learn. Little girls need strict boundaries. I don’t like having to spank you, sweetie, but I will every time you misbehave.”

She’s trembling as I bring her to one side and then lower her over my lap. I let her fold her arms up against her chest, and then push her dress up her back and pull her panties down to her knees.

She’s breathing heavily. “I don’t want to be spanked, Daddy,” she murmurs. I’m impressed that she isn’t physically fighting me though. A part of her has been waiting for this for days. She’s intrigued even though she’s nervous.

I palm her bottom and set my other hand on the small of her back to hold her steady. She’s whimpering as I lift my hand and swat her cheeks. I’m not aiming for pain this time. It’s her first spanking. I’m going to leave her bottom a lovely shade of pink, but I’m aiming for the lower swell of her little cheeks where they meet