Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

J erico stepped over Rexy to walk in the door. He opened his mouth to call to her, but something told him to see what Aspen was up to. The delight of having a little girl in the house made him smile. He headed down the hallway and paused at the doorway.

Instantly hard, his cock pulsed against his fly. Her eyes were squeezed shut, allowing him to stand unnoticed. Jerico watched as she glided her fingers through her pink folds, memorizing how she pleasured herself. When her breathing increased, he knew her climax was close.

"Little girl, freeze."

Her eyelids flashed open, and she stared at him in horror. After a fraction of a second's delay, Aspen pulled her hands away from her body as she scrambled to sit up.

"Freeze," he repeated, his voice harsh and demanding. Immediately, she cowered on the changing table, hiding her private bits from him.

Instantly concerned by her frightened reaction, Jerico walked forward and placed a hand on her abdomen, pinning her to the table. "I am never going to hurt or abuse you, baby. You don't need to be afraid of me."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what it felt like. Then, it was…" Her voice drifted off as if she either didn't want to admit how turned on she was or she didn't know how to describe it.

"Perfect for you?" he suggested, and the tension in her body ebbed slightly. "We're going to talk about the naughtiness of you pleasuring yourself without Daddy here. That is against the rules. But first, I want you to know how brave I think you are," he told her as he rubbed her bare tummy. "Daddy didn't know how fascinated you were by this room. Thank you for letting me know. I think we'll need to spend some time in here often."

"I just wanted to try it. I don't want to use it for… other things."

"Don't lie to Daddy. That's the second rule you've broken today. I want to know what turns you on, what your fantasies are, and what you'd like to try to see if it's as delicious as you think it is."

Her gaze searched his face, trying to read him. Jerico hoped she'd find what she needed to see.

"That's scary," she whispered.

"I know. I've already told you mine," he said, holding her gaze.

She pressed her hand into the changing table as she digested his words. "You want me to be a baby?"

"I want you to be the scrumptious adult woman you are, who dares to live her innermost desires to be loved and cared for."

He held his breath and waited for her reaction. Slowly, she nodded.

"Good girl. Now, let's get you cleaned up and we'll deal with your naughtiness."

"Could you help me come? I mean, the rule is that I find my pleasure with you," she dared to say.

"That is the rule. Unfortunately, you tried to break that one. Daddies don't reward bad behavior. Stretch out on the table on your back," he directed. "Hands over your head."

He was delighted that she complied immediately. Thank goodness he'd had a late meeting with the brass that had delayed him. He would have missed the delightful display and perhaps never known.

Holding her hands in place, he attached the Velcro strips around her wrists to tether her in place. Before she could react, he pulled her T-shirt over her head and left it dangling over the side of the changing table. Her bra joined it. Her eyes revealed her nervous excitement.

Smoothing a hand down the center of her torso, Jerico grazed her nipples with his fingertips and loved her shiver. He continued his caress to her rounded mound. Jerico covered it with his palm and curled his fingers over her lower lips.

"You are so wet, little girl. I bet you were almost there," he said in a soft deep voice.

She nodded and tried to wiggle to cause his fingers to brush over her sensitive pussy. "Please. I'll be good," she blurted.

"Yes. I think I'll make sure you remember to follow Daddy's rules."

The nervousness reappeared on her face, and she bit her lower lip.

As he stripped her shoes, socks, and clothing off, Jericho shared, "I think you were very excited by this room and wanted to try things out. It's the perfect time for me to share some of the things in this room. Bend your knees and put your feet on the padding."

He didn't say anything at all as she followed his instructions. When she was in position, he pressed her knees apart and bound her ankles to the table. He allowed her to test the restraints as he leaned over to grab a box of moistened wipes. Opening it, he smiled at the baby scent.

"Alright. Let's get you all cleaned up. You made quite a mess, baby."

Applying the towelettes to her skin, Jerico was very thorough. He was careful not to allow her to climax. Her wiggles and protests were sweet. He had to retrace his path several times as her juices continued to flow.

Opening the drawer under the padded top, Jerico withdrew a jar of naughty girl cream. "Zale told me about this when he learned I had a little girl. He guaranteed it would help Littles learn a lesson."

"I'm sorry I was naughty."

"I know. Let's get the naughtiness dealt with, so you'll have a clean slate."

"A clean slate?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

Jerico opened the jar and immediately could smell cinnamon. He lifted the container to his nose and sniffed. Nodding his approval, he dipped a fingertip into the creamy mixture.

"Of course. Punishment wipes away all the bad and gives a Little a fresh start."

She watched that finger as he moved his hand between her legs once again. He knew she couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Jerico dotted a bit of the mixture on her clit and then applied the rest to her small, puckered entrance.

He had put the lid back on the jar and was cleaning his hands when she reacted.

"Daddy. It's hot. You have to wipe it off."

"Punishment is supposed to help you learn a lesson. What could you have done if you had fantasies about being treated on the changing table?"

"No, really. You have to get it off. Or let me go," she demanded.

"You are fine, Aspen. Take a deep breath and let it out. The cream is stimulating, but not dangerous. You think about my question, and I'll go start a bath for you. When the tub is full, it will be time to remove the naughty girl cream. You didn't forget my question, did you?"

She stared at him with wide eyes as she shifted as much as possible on the table. "Please."

"What could you have done if you had fantasies about being treated on the changing table?" he repeated, before leaning over to blow a trail of air from her sweet mound to her breastbone.

"Oh!"

That almost pushed her into an orgasm. She's so responsive.

Jerico left the room and started the water in the big tub connected to the main bedroom. When he came back, she asked urgently, "Can I get up now?"

"Not until the tub is full. Do you have an answer for me?"

"I should have told you?"

"Perfect. That's a good girl. I'll go turn the water on faster."

He turned and left the room. Propping his shoulder against the wall, he listened. The water was on full blast. He couldn't increase it.

"Please, please, please," she pleaded. "Does he know what this is doing to me?"

Not wishing to torture her, Jerico returned to her side and smoothed a hand over her abdomen, stopping just short of touching her mound. He ruffled his fingers over her silky hair. "Don't come, little girl."

"Jerico…"

"Daddy. Let's get you in the tub. You're being so good as you take your punishment. I'm very proud of you." He watched her expression shift from need to need mixed with happiness. She responded well to praise.

Trailing his fingers over her skin to keep her mind focused on the sensations buffeting her body, Jerico released the bonds holding her legs spread and then her hands.

"No touching, Aspen," he reminded her sternly.

At her nod, he scooped her up off the padded table and carried her into the bathroom. Lowering her feet into the tub, he helped her settle into the warm water before turning off the spigot. Her sigh of relief went straight to his heart. So precious.

Turning back to his Little, Jerico cupped her jaw and tilted her chin up for a kiss. "Punishment is all over, Aspen. Let me help you feel better. Lie back against the tub."

He helped her settle before caressing her submerged body, working his way from her neck to her breasts, "The next time, Daddy could put some naughty girl cream on here," he warned as he rubbed her nipples between his fingers.

"I'll be good," she promised.

"I know you will. What would make it easier for you to tell Daddy about your fantasies next time?"

She looked away as her cheeks flushed with color. "It's embarrassing. You want everything from me."

"Yes. But I can make it so worth your bravery. Could you take me to what fascinates you and touch it?"

"I wouldn't have to say anything?"

"No, baby. Just show me. Could you do that?"

Her eager nod made him smile. "Then that's how you tell me. I can't guarantee you'll get to experience what you're fantasizing about immediately, but I will remember and address it later."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now, let's see how I can reward my brave Little."

Releasing her breasts, he stroked down the centerline of her torso. This time, he continued to her pussy. "Spread your legs."

When she complied, he cupped her mound and squeezed firmly. At her gasp, Jerico knew he had fired back up the remaining heat. He explored her pink folds, stroking her just as she had pleasured herself. Instantly her breath quickened.

Grabbing the soap, he slid a hand under her bottom and lifted her mound from the water. After smoothing the foaming bar over her silky hair, Jerico grabbed the razor and dragged it over her skin, whisking the hair away. He rinsed the razor in a small cup of water he'd prepared ahead of time. When she was smooth, he rubbed his palm over her sensitive skin, loving her gasp. She stared at him as he lowered her back into the water.

Circling his hand in the water between her legs, he directed waves of water across her denuded mound. Aspen bit her lip to cut off a moan. Without signaling his intentions, Jerico pressed two fingers deep into her channel and held them firmly implanted as he whisked his thumb over her clit. Her scream of completion echoed against the hard surfaces of the bathroom. Her rapt expression made his cock jump in his pants. Jerico ached for her.

This lesson was more important. She would remember this.

When her body relaxed around his fingers, Jerico withdrew them and grabbed a soft washcloth. Gently, he washed her, removing any traces of the cleanser and the naughty girl cream. She watched him for a few minutes before closing her eyes and allowing him to take complete care of her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, turning her head to kiss his hand as he washed her face.

"You're welcome, Aspen."