“Yes, Papa.”
“It seems you’ve learned a very hard lesson this morning.” His voice is full of sympathy. “But all is forgiven now. So what kind of bubbles would you like in your bath?”
Evander sighs. “Lucas, you spoil her.”
“She’s already been punished. There’s no sense in depriving a sweet Little girl of her bubble bath on top of a red bottom. Is there, little one?”
Honestly he could have suggested just about anything and I would have agreed with him just to annoy Evander. “No, Papa.”
“Exactly. So what color would you prefer?”
Lifting my head now, I peek up at him. “I don’t suppose you have black.”
Lucas blinks, then throws his head back and laughs. “Not at the moment, but I’m certain I can track something down.”
“Purple?”
“That, I do have.” His gaze shifts up to Evander’s face. “Have you finished her preparations for Doctor D yet?”
Evander lets loose a rather inventive swear that I have no doubt would get my mouth washed out if I dared to repeat it.“No. I was so caught up in teaching my naughty kitten what happens to Little girls who lie that I completely forgot.”
“I thought you might have. We should probably finish those preparations before her bath.”
“You’re right. What would I do without you, Lucas?”
“I’m sure you’d figure it out.” Mischief twinkles in the older man’s eyes. “Eventually.”
Rising from the bed with me still in his arms, Evander carries me over to a changing table much like the one in my nursery. Once again, I find myself naked and strapped down to the cushion as the sound of running water greets my ears.
“What kind of preparations?” I ask, looking up at Evander’s scarred face.
“You need to be properly cleaned out before your exam.”
Well that’s a frustratingly vague answer. “Okay but what does thatmean?”
Before he can respond, Lucas calls out from the bathroom. “Should I add some soap to the mixture, Evander? It might help her remember to mind her manners the rest of the day.”
“Hmm.” Looking down at me, Evander smiles, his eyes dancing with a sadistic glee that nearly makes me whimper. “What do you think, kitten? The soap will certainly hurt more, but as Lucas said, it might help you remember to behave yourself while we’re out today. But if you can promise to be a good Little girl, I won't have him add the soap.”
“Makewhathurt more?”
“Your enema, of course.”
For a moment, my brain refuses to process the words coming out of his mouth and I can only blink up at him. “My… enema?”
“Yes, kitten. Your enema. With or without soap?”
“How about we just skip the enema thing altogether?”
“Not an option. You have to the count of three to decide, before I decide for you. One.”
It’s pretty clear that if he has to decide, he’s going to make it as painful as possible, so I rush to cut off his count. “No soap, no soap!”
His smile widens, and I could swear there's a hint of pride in the gesture. “No soap, Lucas. At least for now.”
“Are yousurewe can’t just skip it, Daddy?” I whine, still hoping that if I play the part of his Little girl well enough he’ll go easy on me, though it hasn’t actually worked yet.
“Very sure, kitten. But if you’re a good girl and take your enema without too much fuss, we can get a treat after your appointment with Doctor D. How’s that sound?”
