“No, nothing happened. We had a blast. It was incredible to live normally. Giana chose a small coffee shop close to here, so we’d be far from our old apartments where Brent saw me last.”
“Smart. Anything else you need to tell me?” Caden asked.
“No, that’s all. I borrowed the key by the garage door and locked the house. I tried to do everything the right way,” she said, hoping to convince him. Caden had seemed to understand her actions so far. Why did Brooklyn have a hunch she was still in trouble?
“You did everything right except for two things. You didn’t call me to tell me you were leaving and you lied to me.”
“Oh, I didn’t want to disturb you. What if you were busy?”
“We leave our phones in lockers, little girl, while we’re out on maneuvers and can’t be interrupted. You should leave a message if I don’t pick up.”
His steady gaze seemed to see into her soul. Her headache returned as her stress level rose. Lifting her hand to her forehead, Brooklyn caved.
“You’re right. I should have called. And…” she hesitated a second before admitting, “I’m sorry I lied about going out.”
“What do you think I would have done?” he asked quietly.
“Forbid me?”
“I’ll admit that would have been my first impulse. I hope I would have listened to your point about having already let Brent ruin so much for you.” Caden shook his head slowly as if he blamed himself.
“It’s not your fault that I lied,” she whispered as her stomach churned with worry. She rubbed her belly absentmindedly. She’d messed this up so badly.
“No. That was your decision. I think you know instinctively that lying is bad.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Yes. This makes two on your discipline list. But I won’t punish you until your concussion improves. When you can think clearly, we’ll write some rules for us both.”
Did she hear that right? “Daddies have rules too?”
“Definitely. We’ll discuss all our guidelines when your brain has healed. Now, I think you need some headache medicine.”
She nodded. “My head hurts. And it’s all my fault. When I get upset, the ache comes back.”
“It will take you some time to heal, little girl.” Caden rose and scooped Brooklyn into his arms. He walked over to the changing table and set her feet on the carpet. Carefully, he drew her T-shirt over her head and stripped off the rest of her clothing. When she was nude, he boosted her onto the changing table and strapped her into position on her side.
His hand rubbed over her bottom as he told her, “Zale sent home some new medicine for you. This is a liquid. It will help your tummy work better as well.”
“My tummy?” she echoed as Caden moved from her side to grab that bulging sack from the table.
He set it behind her, out of her sight. Caden opened the lubricant and prepared her bottom as normal, spreading the slippery mixture over her sensitive bottom hole and pressing two fingers inside to coat the walls of her tight channel. When he withdrew his touch, she slumped in relief on the table.
The crinkle of a package opening made her tense once again. Caden held her firmly in place as he pressed the rounded head of something to her small entrance. Brooklyn gasped as a colddevice stretched her tight ring of muscles. “What’s that, Daddy? It’s too big.”
“You can take it easily, Brookie. Relax. Tightening up won’t keep this out. You’ll only make your headache worse. Take a deep breath with Daddy.” He waited for her to follow his instructions. “Now exhale all that air.”
As he blew out audibly with her, Caden pressed the object into her bottom. The thick device filled her narrow opening, commanding her attention. “Good girl. Now the headache medicine.”
Over her hip, she could see him fill a thick plastic tube. He drew liquid up into it like a huge syringe with black slashes on the side showing the dosage. When he reached a red line, Caden moved the dose behind her. The device inside her jostled before the medicine gushed into her bottom.
“No, Daddy!” she protested and tried to wiggle, but Caden held her in place with a hand on her hip.
“Don’t be bad, little girl. It’s not hurting you. I’ll slow down the flow a bit. You’ve taken about half the medicine. Zale told me your headache should fade quickly.”
By the time the insert in her bottom stopped jostling, a haze had fallen over her. The strange sensation of having her bottom filled vanished from her thoughts as a peaceful calm captured her attention. She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasurable sensation. Her headache wasn’t even a memory.
“This is nice, Daddy.”
