Girl's by Darla Phelps Read Free Book Online

into her pajamas, he wondered how long it would be before she realized that her underwear was really toddler trainers.
    When he took her thumb out of her mouth, she actually whined at him and he handed her the juice instead.
    "What's this?" she mumbled.
    "Orange juice."
    "I don't want it." She put the cup back on the sink.
    "Do you want water instead?" he asked.
    "No."
    "Then drink the juice." David promptly handed it back to her again and led her out to the living room.
    They sat on the couch and he pulled her back against him. While she obediently sucked juice through the top of the plastic lid, he turned on the tv and switched the channel from news to Bugs Bunny cartoons. It took her nearly half an hour and a lot of prodding before she came awake enough to finish that one cup of juice. When he took the cup away from her, her thumb drifted towards her mouth and he put it back in her lap. Within minutes however, as the Coyote lost his battle of wits to the Roadrunner, David glanced down to find Meg sucking her thumb again anyway.
    He got up and went into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a length of red ribbon, a safety pin and an adult-sized pacifier. Looping the ribbon through the white plastic handle, he pinned it to the front of her pajamas.
    "No more thumb sucking, sweetheart. You're darling when you do it. In fact, I find you utterly adorable. But it'll put sores on your thumb and do awful things to your beautiful mouth if you keep it up. Here." He put the tip of the pacifier against her lips. "Open."
    She tried to turn her head away.
    "Meg," he warned. "Put the binky in your mouth. You'll be sucking your thumb otherwise, and we both know it."
    She made a face, but opened her mouth when he again touched the flat round tip of the amber rubber to her bottom lip. As he eased it into her mouth, realizing how far back it was going, Meg sat up stiffly and grabbed his hand. He paused, waiting until she sheepishly let him go again, and he placed the whole thing well into her mouth. Meg sucked twice experimentally, then took it out of her mouth when he sat back down beside her.
    "I don't like it."
    "It may take a while to get used to."
    "I don't wanna get used to it."
    "If you suck your thumb, I'll spank you," David said bluntly. "It's that simple. I won't let you hurt yourself just because you want to be stubborn."
    Pouting, she glared at the binky before reluctantly popping it back into her mouth. They went back to watching cartoons in time to see the Coyote take a nose-dive off the top of a cliff. As he hit the ground in a huge cloud of dust, David touched her shoulder.
    "Come sit on daddy's lap."
    Pulling her binky from her mouth, she craned her head back to look at him. "You still want to hold me?"
    He smiled. "I always want to hold you. Why wouldn't I?"
    "But you threatened to spank me."
    "That doesn't mean I don't want to touch you. Or cuddle you. Or lay you down beneath me and make love to you until neither one of us can move." He stroked her bangs back from her eyes. "I've waited eight months for you. Just because your naughty bottom needs an occasional smack or two, doesn't mean all those other feelings are going to disappear."
    "Oh." She bit her lip. Smiling shyly, she crawled into his lap, putting her back to the arm of the sofa and resting her head on his shoulder.
    The Coyote went over another cliff, this time with the help of a catapult. David knew how he felt. At the moment, he was feeling nothing short of catapulted himself. The cushion of her luscious, diapered bottom on his thighs and the light tracing touch of her fingers as she followed the line of shirt buttons down his chest, was causing an uncomfortable straining sensation in the front of his jeans. And if she didn't keep looking up at him with that sweet, little smile, he didn't think he was going to be able to keep his hands to himself for much longer.
    "Daddy?" she asked. There was a funny little hitch to her breath that he was coming to