Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) by Megan Michaels Page A

embarrassment, apparently realizing that her punishment and naked body had been on display to all of them.
    Melody whispered, leaning toward him. “Daddy, can I get dressed and g-go home. P-please.” Her voice quivered, and her residual hiccups interrupted her request.
    “No, I’m sorry. I want to stay here and rock you for a while. I think a nice nap would serve you well at this point, and Mommy is right. You enjoy this room, but you fight it. We’re going to relax in here today. Now, turn around so I can make your sore little bottom feel better.”
    “Daddy.” Her eyes darted around the room, her hands unconsciously cupping her spanked cheeks. “I don’t want to turn around. They’ll see.”
    “The time for worrying about that was long ago, my dear. You lost that privilege, and they’ve all had an excellent gander at that round bottom of yours, along with other parts of your body. Now turn around before I decide you’re asking for another spanking.” He dropped his chin minutely, narrowing his gaze at her purposefully.
    Her throat worked to swallow, and she turned around obediently.
    “Bend over, placing your elbows on the counter and widen your stance, so I don’t miss any crevice or crease.”
    She moaned low, quietly murmuring, “Oh God.”
    He smiled to himself and was glad that she couldn’t see that he enjoyed her humiliation. He worked the cream into her scorched rump, taking the time to assure all areas were covered. With his arm wrapped around her, to keep her still, he turned toward the Littles in the Nursery and the spectators in the doorway, “Everyone has seen what happens to naughty girls—and boys—who don’t restrain their tongues, right?”
    “Yes, Sir,” was mumbled by the crowd.
    Melody had tried to rise, but he quickly controlled her. He cupped her sex, slapping it gently. “Do you think my girl will behave or should I spank you more?”
    Melody gasped, looking over her shoulder at him, her mouth agape. “No, Daddy, please.”
    “Are you supposed to say the word ‘no’ to Daddy, Melody?” He arched an eyebrow at her.
    “N-no, Sir. Please?” Her voice quivered, the lower lip trembling.
    Ivan lightly touched her nose. “My good girl. No more spanking.” He turned to the room. “She’s my good girl again. But let this be a warning to you Littles, be mindful of how you speak to a dominant, this could be your little ass just as easily.”
    He walked with Melody to the rocker, sitting down before tucking her into his lap, situating her to rest on her left hip, her head on his shoulder.
    “Daddy, can I put clothes on.” She tipped her head up to meet his gaze.
    Although she was adorable in baby doll or drop seat jammies, he wanted the warmth of her naked body next to him; he liked the idea of kneading and massaging her well-spanked backside. “No, Mouse. Tonight Daddy will hold you just as you are.”
    She quietly nodded, trusting his decision, laying her head upon him, rubbing her hands across his chest.
    “Sir, would you like a bottle for her?” Mommy Corinne stood looking at them with one in her hand.
    “No thank you, Corinne. My Mouse doesn’t like reverting that far. But I will read a book to her.” He knew her boundaries, and she never wanted to revert to that level. She preferred a Daddy Dom and experimenting in the Nursery, and Classroom were fun—occasionally. Their dynamic was different than some of their friends, but it’s what worked for them.
    He smiled when Mommy remembered Melody’s favorite book. It was a hardcover vampire book, and she couldn’t get enough of it. He kissed her forehead before opening the large chapter book, and his heart burst with pride when she silently settled into his chest, closing her eyes to listen to him reading. He made sure to keep his voice quiet and measured, and soon her steady, rhythmic breathing alerted him to the fact that she’d fallen asleep.
    Ivan quietly closed the book, setting it aside, lightly stroking her