Or, in this case, the Daddy…
Chapter Twenty-One
Trixie was nervous.
More nervous now than she had been back at the hotel, being chased by those men.
The rest of her friends were still at Auntie Athena’s warehouse. The Daddies were back at the Guard mansion. Lunch had been served. Trixie had even been made to take a nap for an hour afterward, though she hadn’t slept.
That had been excruciating, actually—just lying in bed, waiting as the minutes ticked by painfully slow, knowing that a spanking probably awaited her.
“We need to address some things,” John said, poking his head into her guest room door. “Come on, honey. Let’s handle this in the library.”
Trixie vaguely remembered being told the house had a library, but they hadn’t gone in there during her tour. Now, as she followed Daddy down the hallway, she wished she wasn’t going in there now.
Under different circumstances, she would have loved it.
The room was full of rich, dark wood, built-in shelves, and volumes of books. An expansive oak desk rested in front of one window, with enough space for a leather chair behind it.
Before it was a posh rug and a nice sitting area consisting of a couch and two oversized chairs. John lowered himself into one of them and Trixie started to sit in the other, but he shook his head.
“No. You’ll stand, little girl. Right here in front of me.”
He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the thick rug where he wanted her to be.
Trixie gulped and slowly moved to where Daddy had commanded.
A heavy moment passed.
When John spoke, his voice was full of authority and seemed to take over the large room.
“Trixie, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
She nodded.
“Use your words.”
Fighting a groan, she shifted on her feet and kept her gaze aimed toward the floor. “Because I went back to my hotel room.”
“Oh, it’s a lot more than just going to a hotel room,” John said. “Let’s see what all we have here.”
She looked at him and watched as he ticked offenses off on his fingers while listing them one by one.
“You ran away from Auntie Athena’s, after we told you to stay and follow her rules. She and Trevon were very worried about you. And then you risked your life by going to the one place you should have stayed away from, the place where these people had already found you once before. You?—”
Trixie shook her head and put her hand defiantly on her hips. “But I had to get that key! And you said my room was all good. That they weren’t there.”
“Oh. So it’s all my fault, huh? I’m the one who caused you to disobey and put yourself in harm’s way?” John asked.
Trixie instantly regretted her argumentative comments. After choking the lump down from her throat, she said, “No, Sir. I’m sorry.” She hung her head once more.
John’s tone was a bit softer when he spoke again. “Honey, I know that key was important. But you should have waited on us.”
“I called, Sir! And texted.”
He nodded. “We weren’t looking at our phones because we were watching the street. We had reason to believe those men would be back. Jack and the Guard knew what they were doing. They’ve run these kinds of operations before. You should have waited, little girl.”
Trixie opened her mouth only to find her tongue was stuck to the roof of it. She wisely kept it in place, choosing not to argue.
