Guilt again twisted her tummy into a knot. Daddy had said no sweet treats, and he’d told her how proud of her he was for listening. And here she was, openly disobeying him anyway.
Maybe she should put the brownie back. Was it really worth disappointing her Daddy?
Ugh. Being Little was so hard sometimes.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Fuck.
Dylan
If he’d ever seen a guiltier-looking babygirl in his life, he couldn’t remember. Spinning away from the island, Sam shoved her hands behind her back, her cheeks flushing bright red as she danced from one rainbow-covered foot to the other.
Fucking hell, she was adorable. Almost too cute to spank.
Almost.
Crossing his arms, he pinned her with the mostDaddylook he could muster. Cute or not, she’d deliberately disobeyed him and that wasn’t something he could overlook. “I’m waiting, Samantha Kay.”
“Um, well.” The color in her cheeks deepened as she continued dancing. “I was just…”
“You were justwhat, little girl?”
He saw the moment her stubbornness took over. Eyes flashing, she jerked her chin up, her feet going still as she glared up at him. “I was getting a brownie because I’m an adult and I don’t have to follow ridiculous, made-up rules about what I’m allowed to eat!”
“Ridiculous, huh?”
He wasn’t mad. He sure as fuck wasn’thappy, but he wasn’t angry, either. Little girls were bound to test their Daddy’s limits, and his Sammie-girl was certainly testing his.
And he had every intention of passing this test with flying colors.
Some of the color leeched from her cheeks as her eyes went round, her throat moving rapidly as she swallowed. “I–I didn’t mean that, Daddy.”
“Oh, I think you absolutely did mean it, little girl.” Stepping forward, he held out a hand, palm up. “Give me the brownie, Samantha.”
To her credit, she didn’t even hesitate before placing the treat in his outstretched hand. “Thank you. Now, I want you to go in the living room and put your nose in a corner and think about why you’re about to get your naughty bottom paddled. Go.”
Cheeks once more blazing red, she hurried past him. Trusting she would do as she was told, at least for right now, he returned the brownie to the container, making a note of whichone was hers. Not that it was difficult, since she’d squished it a bit when she’d gotten caught.
With the brownie returned to its rightful place, he left the kitchen, making a detour to his room for his newest purchase. He’d had a feeling when he’d added the item to his cart along with the clothes he’d bought for her that he’d be getting some good use out of it.
He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
Picking up the smooth, reddish paddle, he ran his palm over the gleaming wood. Maybe he should have expected to be using it right away. He’d seen how she’d reacted in Atlanta when he’d pushed her limits. His Sammie-girl wanted to submit, wanted to be his baby—as long as it was on her terms. As soon as he asked something of her she didn’t want to give, she pushed back, hard.
Paddle in hand, he headed back to the living room, pausing beside the couch to take in the sight of her. The t-shirt he’d put her in offered absolutely no coverage of anything below her hips, and with her hands laced behind her head like he’d taught her, she was even more exposed.
Fucking adorable.
Get it together, Cross. She needs you to be firm right now.
“Come here, Samantha Kay.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sam
Oh man. She was insomuch trouble.
