Page 18 of Tiger's Little Waif
“Arms out in front of you. Do not reach back or I’ll have to start all over again. You can use your safe word anytime you need it.”
“Yes, Papa. I understand.”
“Do you have anything else to say before we begin?”
“I’m sorry for worrying you, Papa.”
Instead of responding, Marshall stepped to the side, laid his hand on her lower back, and brought his wooden spoon down on the center of her left ass cheek. He paused a moment before following with one on the same spot on the right one. He took a few seconds to admire the red ovals before adding two more, one on each cheek.
For this spanking, he did not demand she count the smacks. He was impressed when it took four strokes to start her dancing, and six smacks to bring her to tears. She began to babble apologies and promises to never be late again by number twelve, and by the time he counted eighteen, her entire ass was bright red, and she was sobbing.
Tossing the spoon on his desk, he pulled her up and turned her around to lean against him as she cried.
“Shh, little waif. It’s all over. You took your punishment like the good girl I know you are. I’m so proud of you.”
Wrapping both arms around her, he shuffled them across the small room to the second chair in his office. Sitting down, he arranged her on his lap so her flaming red ass hung over one side. She continued to cry for several minutes, and his shirt was soaked when her tears subsided. Finally, she lay limply against his chest.
Grabbing some tissues from a box on his desk, he wiped her face clean of tears before helping her blow her nose.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“My butt hurts,” she whined before taking a breath and relaxing back against his chest. “I don’t like your spoon very much. But I am sorry I was bad.”
“Your butt is supposed to hurt. It was a punishment.” He helped her stand and pull her pants and panties back up. “But it’s over now and your slate is clean. You were never bad, waif. You were naughty for being late, but you are always my good girl. Now, we’d better go check on your rolls and get back to work.”
“Yes, Chef,” Shaw said with a contented sigh.
Chapter Ten
“Chef, we need to go shopping. In the capital,” Shaw stated as she stepped into his office a few days later.
She appreciated the safety she felt at Bratburg. She was growing to love Marshall more every day, though she had yet to voice that bit of information to him. The problem was she missed visiting the bakery supply store in the capital where she found inspiration and new ideas and toys to create with almost every visit.
She also wanted to buy flour and sugar blended specifically for fine breads and pastries instead of making do with the generic supplies Marshall kept in stock. It was also her wish to spend time with her Papa away from the kitchen where they spent almost all day every day.
As his employee in this space, she did not feel comfortable pranking or snuggling with him whenever she wanted. Not in the kitchen.
Marshall looked up from the cookbook he was studying with a raised eyebrow. “Want to check the attitude before you say that again?”
His expression immediately had Shaw cowering as her Little side surged forward.
“Sorry, Papa,” she immediately apologized.
It took her a moment to reword her demand into a question that might, possibly, get an affirmative response from her gruff tiger shifter.
“Oh, sweet tiger, Daddy, mate of mine, would it be at all possible for us to leave the kitchen, and the institute, and spend a day in the city? We could go shopping for baking supplies and maybe an extra uniform or two for your sweet and loveable pastry chef. You could relax and not have to worry about feeding everyone for one day.”
Marshall pushed his chair back from his desk before patting his lap. With a grin, she bounced around the desk and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs so they sat face to face.
“Yes, sweet mate of mine, I think a day in the city is entirely doable. After graduation next week, how about we take several days off and do some serious shopping, for both the kitchen as well as your Little? I’m thinking we could turn that unused bedroom into a playroom. And, yes, you do need more clothes. Both for work and for your Little. And toys. And a woobie. And Gio needs some friends to keep him company while we’re working. I have been remiss as your Papa.”
Shaw was overwhelmed by the excitement she heard in his voice. She thought Marshall would nix any thought of leaving his precious kitchen for a single day, and here he was talking about being away for several days, and going shopping, something he seemed to prefer doing online, and only when he absolutely had to.
“You’ve been a perfect Papa,” she assured him as she leaned closer. “You took me into your home, let me work at a job I love, made sure I take care of myself. I love you, Papa of mine.”
Marshall blinked before a smile grew on his face, changing it from handsome to gorgeous. “I love you, too, my sweet mate. More than you will ever know.”
When he slid a hand behind her neck, she relaxed into his hold, knowing that whatever he did to control her movements would be better than anything she initiated. It always was. She focused on breathing as he matched their lips in a kiss that quickly heated up, causing Shaw’s body to burn with need as shivers of excitement raced through her.