Tucked in among the lakes and snowy woods of Minnesota, the tiny community of Little Haven is a place where couples who engage in age play are welcomed. Among its inhabitants are five women—Kara, Angela, Claire, Bailey, and Tabitha—each of whom has a man she knows as her loving daddy.
Little Haven features five brand-new titles from five excellent erotic romance authors. This collection includes:
Daddy’s Little Angela, by Alex Reynolds
Even though her own daddy is always more than ready to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, Angela sometimes can’t help feeling superior to the other women in Little Haven, particularly the ones who act the youngest. But her daddy will not tolerate her being mean to others, and after she makes fun of another girl and hurts her feelings badly, he decides that some very thorough, embarrassing discipline is needed. Angela will be spanked, bathed, made to wear baby clothes, and treated like a very little girl until her daddy is sure that she has learned her lesson.
Daddy’s Little Sweetheart, by Meredith O’Reilly
Claire’s life is exactly the way she wants it to be. During the week she’s an adult with a full-time job, and on the weekends Jensen is her daddy and she’s his little girl, free to relax, play with toys, and cuddle in his arms. But when Claire starts missing meals routinely and coming home from work more stressed than he’s ever seen her, Jensen knows that something needs to change, and he decides that Claire needs more than just a weekend as a little. Will Claire trust her daddy’s judgment, or will she spend the next ten days with a very sore bottom?
Brody’s Little Brat, by Adaline Raine
When life starts to get out of hand for Kara, her boyfriend, Brody, decides that it is time for him to take charge. She needs a firm but compassionate daddy, and he loves her more than enough to give her exactly what she needs. From now on he will be ready to spank her soundly when her rebellious behavior warrants it, build her up when she is down on herself, and even take her to the town doctor for an exam when she is ill. Kara blossoms under Brody’s tender care, but can she really trust that her daddy will always be there for her?
Bailey’s Little Adventure, by Summer Graystone
Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl, and nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and bratting her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone. But when she makes a mistake in real life that disappoints her daddy, can she trust that he will be there for her no matter what?
Daddy Knows Best, by Normandie Alleman
Career woman Tabitha is less than excited when her boyfriend, Neal, insists that she take a break from her high-stress job in Chicago and move with him to Little Haven. Despite her initial disdain for the town, Tabitha eventually begins to find a place for herself in her new community, and Neal’s increasing dominance in the bedroom leaves her longing for more. But she’s been keeping an important secret from him about her job back in the city. When he discovers the truth, will it tear them apart or will Neal be able to forgive his little girl?
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Authors: Adaline Raine, Alex Reynolds, Meredith O’Reilly, Normandie Alleman, and Summer Graystone
ebook Price: $9.95
Length: 5 books, 167,900 words total
Excerpts
Daddy’s Little Angela, by Alex Reynolds
“Now,” he said, “it’s time for your bath.”
Angela sighed deeply as Charlie helped her into the tub. To her surprise, the water was exactly the right temperature, and the soothing warmth of it relaxed her muscles. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken a bath, and she had forgotten how nice it could feel.
Charlie grabbed a washcloth, then knelt down next to Angela, rinsing the cloth in the warm bathwater. He then reached over and grabbed Angela’s face wash, which was resting on the edge of the tub. He squirted a little bit of it onto the cloth and rubbed it until it foamed.
“Time to wash your face, little girl,” he said. “Close your eyes and mouth tight!”
Angela couldn’t believe how every simple part of her morning routine could be made into something so humiliating and punishing. She didn’t feel like arguing again, though, so she shut her eyes and mouth as tightly as she could. It felt strange to have someone else washing her face, especially when he cleaned behind her ears.
When he had finished, she cupped her hands to splash water on her face, but once again, her daddy stopped her.
“Let daddy do it,” Charlie chided. He rinsed the washcloth out in the bathwater, then used it to sponge away all the cleanser from her face. He then repeated the action, to make sure she was really clean.
Angela had a feeling she knew what was coming next, and her suspicions were confirmed when Charlie reached for the body wash and began to do the same thing, working some into a thick foam on the washcloth. He then started to scrub her, washing her chest, stomach, and back before instructing her to raise one arm, which he then scrubbed. He washed her armpit, too, and then told her to switch arms. He repeated this with the other arm. Then he told her to sit back and put her legs out of the water so he could wash those.
Once her legs were washed, Charlie ordered Angela to get up on all fours. The water was not too deep, and she did this with ease. Charlie then began to wash her between her legs, which made her blush deeply. It was a strange thing, she thought, how she could find no embarrassment in being touched there for pleasure, but his clinical, parental touch made her ears burn. It was even worse when he began to wash her between her bottom cheeks in the same way.
Daddy’s Little Sweetheart, by Meredith O’Reilly
“Since I’m being such a good girl and taking off work, does that mean that I won’t have to get my other punishment?” I asked, hoping that he would say yes.
“Sorry, sweetie. You lied to me for weeks and you were deliberately hurting yourself by not eating lunch. You deserve a spanking, and you know it.”
I dropped my head. I hated when he had to give me punishment spankings. I didn’t feel like his good little girl then. It made me feel like I was naughty, and it hurt me because I knew I had disappointed him. Also, the spanks were a lot harder and he felt colder throughout the spanking.
“Okay… but can we please do it now? I don’t want to have this hanging over my head as I eat.” That was the truth. If I knew I had messed up and was going to get punished, I’d rather just get the punishment over with. Otherwise, I’d hardly eat because I would be worrying about what was going to happen.
“Alright. Over my lap,” he said, then helped me reposition myself so the top part of my body was over the bed and my legs were dangling over his lap.
He pushed the skirt I had been wearing up over my butt and pulled my panties down, exposing my bare bottom. He gently rubbed his hand over my behind, sending goosebumps all over my body.
I took a deep breath and waited for the spanking to start. What probably was only a couple of seconds felt like an eternity.
Then he smacked my bottom hard three times. At first, the sound of his hand making contact with my flesh was worse than the sting, but I knew that the pain would heighten. It always did with a punishment spanking.
He continued spanking me, rotating between hitting each cheek in different spots and then sometimes hitting my sit spots. I soon felt my skin heat up and pain spread throughout my bottom. But it wasn’t a horrible pain yet—more like a dull ache.
“Why am I punishing you, Claire?” he asked, pausing his assault on my bottom as he rubbed his hand over my heated, sensitive skin.
“Because,” I sniffled, “I lied to you about eating lunch.”
“Yes. Do good little girls lie to their daddies?”
“No,” I admitted, knowing it was the truth and that caused me to really begin to cry.
Brody’s Little Brat, by Adaline Raine
“Kara? I’m Dr. Roberts. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well today, but we have to do a few things to see what’s wrong.” A large hand pulled her to get feet. To add to her embarrassment, he lifted her onto the exam table, as if she weighed nothing, and stepped back. He swiftly removed each of her sneakers and socks, then set them on the floor. “Can you please lie down and roll over on your tummy?”
“I’d rather not.” Kara watched him shake down a thermometer, a glass one like she remembered from her childhood, and his request pointed to an uncomfortable-sounding conclusion. “In fact, now I’m sure of it.”
“If you can’t turn on your side, then it’s going to be over my lap. After I take your temperature, I’ll let your daddy grab the paddle over there on the wall and teach your bottom a lesson—one which will remind you how important it is to listen, especially when we both want you to feel better.”
Kara choked back a sob. She couldn’t understand the words ‘over my lap’ along with the process of taking her temperature. Only little kids had it done that way!
“I don’t want to—” She wiped furiously at her cheeks.
The doctor took her chin in his hand and very slowly tilted it up until she could see his eyes. They were a warm mix of hazel and brown, and they appeared very concerned as they studied hers. “This is your last chance.”
“Can… can you please help me?” Kara bit down into her trembling lip, but to her surprise, he immediately nodded. It hadn’t been completely about her behavior, she realized. He wanted her to voice what she needed.
Dr. Roberts released his hold and helped her roll over, and she felt grateful for his help—even though she didn’t want any part of this exam.
Brody watched as he stood near the window, and she reached her hand out to him. “Will you come over here, please?”
“It’s okay,” Brody quickly responded and made his way to her side. He laced his fingers in hers and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Just relax.”
“It’s going to be cold and a little uncomfortable, but I promise it won’t hurt.” Dr. Roberts’ voice came from somewhere behind her, and she tried not to think about what he was about to do. “Lower your panties, please.”
Kara tugged them down over her hips with one hand, then rested her head on Brody’s arm. “I’m sorry.” She felt an icy gel tickle across her bottom hole. Then a slim rod, almost as cold, slipped inside.
Bailey’s Little Adventure, by Summer Graystone
He leaned forward, kissing the end of my nose. “Even when you mess up. I love you, Bailey. Like I said, I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be open to things, to try. And if you make a mistake…” He shrugged. “Then you make a mistake.”
His hand had slid up my leg, and now he was slowly pulling the sheet away from me. “And when you make those mistakes, you get punished, right?” His voice had gone all rough and sexy, low and almost scary sounding. A scary sound that I loved. A little thrill ran through me.
“Yes, I do.”
“And I think I missed a few punishments last night. Don’t you?”
My breath came up short. I’d messed up, broken obedience, talked out of turn, more times than I could count. I swallowed hard, nodding.
“Then maybe you’re due for a punishment now?”
I blinked, staring at him. “Yes.”
He’d pulled the sheet down my legs, and I was completely exposed. “The usual? A spanking?”
I was getting wet just from the sound of his voice. I nodded again, and found my voice. “Yes. But…” I panicked, amazed at myself for even wanting what I was going to ask for.
I held out my wrists. “Tie me up.”
It was Ian’s turn to look surprised, but only for a second. Then he smiled, reached behind me for the silk ties. He slowly wrapped them around my wrists, tying the ends in a bow.
“Nice knot work.” I grinned at him.
“You’re my present.”
He took my wrists, pulling me forward. I rose up on my knees. It was awkward not being able to use my hands, but Ian was there for support. I thought he’d put me across his lap, but he pushed me down onto my stomach in the tangled sheets. I struggled for a moment, trying to raise my head. He grabbed my hips, pulling my ass into the air, until I rested on my knees and my elbows.
And then he started my punishment. I lost count of how many times he spanked me. The familiar sound of his hand on my skin, the sharpness of the first smacks, the heat that sank into me… it was all there. But then it went past that, into something else. I could hear Ian’s breathing, hear my own cries in cadence with his hand hitting my ass, but it all bled together into one rush of sensation.
I came, suddenly, hard, my body almost convulsing on the bed. I knew Ian had stopped spanking me, but somehow I still felt him. With each wave of ecstasy that washed through me I felt the touch of his hand on my skin, the sharp sting, the incredible heat, the deep throbbing.
Finally, I collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, my body still moving to some inner rhythm.
Daddy Knows Best, by Normandie Alleman
Her pulse quickened. “What’s that?”
“A toy I made. Two paint sticks wrapped together with electrical tape.” He tapped the ruler-shaped implement against his forearm. “Cheap, easy, and I have a feeling it will do the trick.”
“What sort of trick?”
“Getting my girl to behave.”
“Ouch.”
“Let’s test it out,” he said with a gleam in his eye.
“Okay, daddy,” she said, steeling herself for a spanking.
The stick met her rear end with a quick snap.
“Next time you go to someone’s house, or you aren’t going to be at home…”
The toy slashed against her skin.
“…you need to leave me a note. Or a text.”
“Yes, sir,” she bleated.
Another swat to her ass sent a mixed message of pleasure and pain to her brain.
“How do you like the toy?” he asked as he landed another strike to her butt cheeks.
With an exhale of breath she answered, “It’s fine, daddy.”
“Don’t you think you deserve a spanking for making daddy worry?”
Thwack! Her bottom was beginning to warm now. “Yes, daddy, I’m sure I do.”
“Good girl.” He began swatting her ass with staccato little beats, as if she were a drum he was playing. The stick bounced off her bottom, leaving her skin feeling as if it were on fire. Yet each strike made her groan with desire.
“God, I love that ass. Love when I turn it cherry red.”
Happiness bubbled up inside her. He did love to spank her so good, and being a source of his gratification was one of her greatest joys. “Thank you, daddy.”
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