Naked Time-Out by Kelsey Charisma Read Free Book Online Page B

think to say was a slew of four letter
words.
    “It looks like your dad bred you.” He looked
triumphant. She ignored his satisfaction however, and picked up the
pregnancy test, still bewildered. Which of her friends conceived?
She didn’t know any of them were dating. It was close to the end of
the year and it seemed to spark many breakups before college. “You
know what this means, don’t you?”
    “Huh?” She finally looked up at Seth. She
knew he said something or maybe he asked her a question.
“What?”
    “It means time-out, Cynthia.”
    “What?” she scoffed.
    “You heard me. Time-out.” He grinned.
    “You can’t be serious. You’re sending me to
my room? I thought you don’t even like me in there anymore.”
    “Oh, I’m serious. But I’m not sending you
into your room. I want you in the corner.” He turned to the wall
and pointed to where he wanted her. “Right there.”
    She scoffed again, and went back to looking
at the white stick and small screen, and for a moment returned to
occupying her thoughts with the question which one of her friends
tested positive. “For a second I thought you were serious there.
Get off it Seth. I’m staying right here.”
    “I’m dead serious. I want you in that
corner, and if I have to strip you down naked and pin you there
myself, you’re going to time-out.”
    She laughed, and rolled her eyes. “Naked
Time-out. Good one dad.” The moment she looked away, however, she
began to think the idea was actually hot, and she playfully teased,
“I bet you’ve been thinking about that for months.”
    “Damn straight, which should show you I’m
determined. Now if I got you pregnant, it means you’ve been a very
naughty girl,” he came to her, leaned down, and kissed her, “and
bad girls go to time-out. So don’t make me throw you over my
shoulder and carry you over there.”
    “You’d do that?” She liked the idea, and
smiled at him while he remained close and waited for a more
favorable answer. She hoped he’d want to go through with his
repercussion, but she wasn’t going to make it easy on him. However,
naked time-out sounded fun.
     
    “I’d pretty much do anything to see you
stand in the corner nude. In fact, I’m going to go to the kitchen
and get a spatula, and if you’re not in the corner by the time I
get back, you’re in real trouble.”
    She wasn’t sure if he was totally full of
shit about the spatula, but he still turned toward the kitchen as
if determined to punish her with spankings. Cynthia thought about
it for a moment, wondering which idea she liked more—him lugging
her over his shoulder with determination to make her or continuing
with his threats that probably meant nothing. With a quick decision
she decided to play along. “No, daddy, don’t put me in time-out,”
she said in mocking in protest.
    He spun around and grinned. “So, you’re into
it?”
    “Sure, I like it.” She shrugged. “But
exactly how are you going to get me naked if I’m being
difficult?”
    “I’m going to count to three…”
    She laughed. “That’s awesome. You have put
some thought into this.”
    “Hell yes. Hands on the wall, bare ass out
towards me,” he said with a gazed expression as if visualizing her
in time-out, “and getting to jack off while you hold still and me
doing all sorts of unmentionables behind your back.” With more
determination than ever, he pointed to the corner with a stern
expression. Although his threat was near comical. “Now get naked
and go to time-out, Cynthia, or so help me I’ll start
counting.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t want you to do that .” She sniggered. “Only trouble is, I don’t know how to
take off my own clothes, daddy.” She pouted.
    “That is a problem—” He grinned. “—a
terrible predicament.” She nodded, and twirled her finger around
her hair. Pity she wasn’t wearing pigtails. “I suppose I could
assist if needed.”
    “It is needed. I don’t think I could
manage on my