Page 45 of Ace

Her heart pitter-pattered at the same time her stomach dropped. She always loved when Daddy texted her, but she also knew there was big trouble to deal with, and her bottom still hurt from earlier. She wasn’t looking forward to more, though she was ready to move past having this between them.

She held her breath as she punched in her lock code and pulled up the screen with his most recent message. Was he on his way back, or just letting her know he was going to be gone longer than anticipated?

Would he give her instructions or was she just instinctively supposed to know how to act when she had a big spanking looming?

His text gave her no information or indication of what to expect. On my way up to the room.

Still, Lizzie jumped into action, piling her stuffed animal collection on a chair in case they needed the bed. She also went to the bathroom simply because she wanted to go without help and washed her hands for an extra-long time. She stood in front of the closet where he’d put her backpack and hung up some of her stuff, wondering if she should change into something Littler, then decided that if he’d wanted her to do that, he should have told her. She wasn’t a mind reader.

She settled for sitting on the bed, cross-legged, with Bert in her lap. Nonchalant like. But she still jumped up when the door swung open.

Ace looked tired and weary and more than a little pissed off. Hopefully not at her, but either way it didn’t fare well for her bottom.

“Hi, Daddy,” she squeaked, unable to take the nervousness out of her voice.

“Hi, babygirl.” He walked straight toward her without stopping and hugged her tightly. “Were you a good girl while Daddy was gone?” he asked, pulling back finally to look her in the eyes.

“I’m always a good girl, Daddy!”

“Really? Is that so?” Without missing a beat, he slid his hands to her waist and turned her body so that her back was facing him. Then he reached around to undo the button on her jeans and slide the zipper down its tracks. He pushed the fabric of her jeans over her hips and down her thighs and before she could even ask what he was doing, her panties were down too, and she was bent at the waist.

Then his big, strong, hard hands were roaming over her still-sore bottom. “This doesn’t look like the bottom of a good girl,” he mused in a tone that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. He traced a sore spot on her left cheek with his finger. “Your bottom is still very red, little girl.” He pulled her straight again, and spun her around, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t think we can have that talk we need to have yet. I don’t think your bottom is healed enough. You don’t take a spanking very well yet, but you’ll adjust and next time the evidence of a simple hairbrush spanking won’t last quite as long.”

He said it like it was a given and a good thing, but Lizzie couldn’t see where being that used to spankings could ever be a good thing.

“I think our chat is going to have to wait until tomorrow,” he continued.

Lizzie didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed. There was a very large part of her that just wanted to take what he needed to give her and get it over with, for both their sakes.

“I’m fine!” she insisted. “We don’t need to wait. I can take it.”

Ace leveled her blooming attitude with a withering stare. “Has the earlier lesson worn off already? Did you forget you are not the one in charge here?”

Crap. Lizzie backpedaled fast, smiling sweetly. “No, Daddy, I remember I promise. You are in charge and you know what is best. If you think we should wait, we wait.”

He smirked and hooked a finger under her chin. “Thank you. But just so you know, I do understand your frustration. It sucks to have something big hanging over your head, and just so you know, it’s not ideal for me either.”

“Okay, Daddy. I understand. Sorry I don’t heal fast.” She reached down to pull up her jeans and he caught her hands, stopping her. Her head jerked up to meet his gaze, and he smiled wickedly. “Leave them. Better yet, remove them completely, and take off the rest of your clothes too. I have plans for you that don’t involve having anything between your body and mine.”

Lizzie’s heart leaped, and her pussy spasmed. She rushed to obey, and when she was standing naked in front of him, she put her hands on her hips.

“How come you’re not naked, mister?”

Once the surprise passed, Ace tossed back his head and laughed, scooping her into his arms and over his shoulder.

She thought he’d throw her on the bed, but instead he stomped into the bathroom and closed the door. Once she was back on her feet, he caught her gaze and began to slowly undress.

She couldn’t look away. Lizzie was sure that watching Ace get dressed or undressed was her new favorite pastime and that the image of him staring at her like he wanted to devour her whole while slowly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans would be burned into her brain until the end of time.

“Are we taking a bath, Daddy?” Her voice was husky as she glanced between him and the unfilled tub.

Ace spoke while unbuttoning the last few buttons of his dress shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He folded it carefully and set it on the bathroom counter. “I thought we might, yes. Is that okay with you?”

“I don’t know. I’m not in charge,” she replied, blinking innocently.

It was clear from Ace’s face that her answer had surprised him as he shook his head and chuckled. “Indeed you aren’t. So let me rephrase, then. We are going to take a bath. Daddy is going to fill the tub with warm water and bubbles, and we are going to climb in together. Then Daddy is going to wash every ounce of your sexy as sin body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, including your pretty little pussy and your sore bottom.”

Her mouth was so dry and her body so tingly with arousal for a moment all she could do was stand there naked with her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Finally, she nodded. “Do I get to wash your sexy as sin body?”