She needed to get it under control. Before she got hurt—or worse, as was the potential tonight—or before she had a red bottom every single day.
Some of the Daddies came in and out of the den, seemingly setting up for something. None of them said anything to her, though. They all knew how it went when one of the Littles was in timeout.
That must have applied to the other girls, too, because Iris and Cami sauntered in at one point, talking to their respective Daddies. They cast glances in Trixie’s direction, so she assumed they saw her, but they never said anything.
Samantha came in, too, after getting home from Auntie Athena’s, looking for a stuffie she’d left on the couch. She absolutely noticed Trixie, giving her a nod and a quick raised fist to signal solidarity as she left.
Ten minutes later, John reappeared. “Have you had some time to think, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what did you come up with?”
Trixie took a moment to reflect before answering. “I really need to be careful, Sir. What I did was dangerous. I could have died. Or put someone else in grave danger, too.”
John nodded, his dark eyes registering that he accepted her answer. He reached down for her and hoisted her out of the playpen as if she weighed nothing.
“Good girl.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her from the den and upstairs. They passed Lana and Annika in the hallway. But Trixie wasn’t embarrassed about her nakedness, with her chest pressed tightly against Daddy like it was.
They went into her room and John placed her gently on the bed. Squatting down to be level with her, he peered into her eyes. “I know that was a long, hard punishment, honey. But do you understand why I did it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, his palm on the side of her face, his touch bringing warmth and acceptance.
“Trixie, I’ve searched for you my whole life. Or damn near close to it. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to have you leave me because of your irresponsible actions. And, most importantly, I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re going to live a nice, long, full life and it’s Daddy’s job to ensure that happens. Are we on the same page?”
A tear fell from her eye, but John used his thumb to swipe it away.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His smile was warm. His eyes inviting. “This isn’t how I pictured our first kiss—coming after a spanking. I guess I got the order backward. But oh well.”
Trixie shook excitedly as fireworks erupted in her stomach when John’s lips pressed against hers.
The kiss was long and hungry, leaving her nearly breathless.
She was a little disappointed when John stood. She was hoping they’d explore their newfound romance a bit further. Perhaps that would come tonight. Right now, it seemed as if John had something else in mind.
“Daddy Guard meeting in five,” he announced.
“About me?”
“Yes, honey.” He started rummaging through one of the drawers in the dresser and came out with a t-shirt. “We’re going to come up with a plan to get these idiots off your back. You can’t hide out forever. It’s no kind of life. Besides, I want you safe. Not looking over our shoulders every day.”
She raised her arms as he slid the shirt on, tugging it down gently over her head and putting it in place. Trixie quickly realized it wasn’t long enough to cover her diaper, but that was probably by choice.
Daddies seem to like views of padded booties around the mansion.
“Am I going to the meeting, Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, honey. I think it would be good if you heard the plan. We’d like your input. Besides, we might have some questions and you can certainly shed light on things. Plus…” he picked her up again and held her close “…I want you close to me. Today scared me. I need you on my lap and in my arms.”
That was just fine with Trixie.
Because in Daddy’s arms was right where she wanted to be.
