“Daddy is never wrong.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Uh-huh. I don’t think I believe that. Do I really have to have a nap, Daddy?”
“Yes.”
He stood and drew back the blankets.
“I’m not gonna sleep.”
“You will. Climb into bed.” He drew open a bedside drawer. Turning, he saw that she hadn’t moved.
“All right, then,” he said.
Seems she needed more.
Sitting, he drew her over his lap and opened the back flap of her onesie to reveal her panties underneath.
“Daddy! What are you doing?” she cried, trying to wriggle off his lap.
He tightened his hold on her. “You’re not obeying Daddy. I gave you a warning. Now, you’re going to bed with a warm bottom.”
Nooo!
She kicked her feet and kept trying to slide off his lap but he held her tight.
His hand landed several times on her butt. She let out a screech, even though his smacks weren’t that hard or sore.
Stopping, he rubbed her bottom.
Okay, that wasn’t that bad at all. Was that all?
“How are you, baby? Green, yellow, or red?”
Drat. She wanted to say red but she was more of a green.
“Green,” she grumbled.
“Good to know.”
His hand landed again, over and over until she gave up trying to fight it. By the end her bottom was throbbing.
Jared sat her up on his lap, facing him. He rubbed her back until she settled. Then he drew her back, looking down at her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Like I got my bottom spanked by Daddy,” she grumbled.
How did he think she felt?
“Are you angry at me?”
“What? No, Daddy. Why would I be?”
“Just checking,” he murmured. “I want you to know that Daddy always has your best interests at heart. Even though this doesn’t seem a serious infraction, one day it might be. One day, obeying Daddy might be a life or death situation. Okay?”
That was scary. But she knew he didn’t live a safe life. That was something she had to take into consideration.
Then again, she’d never really lived a safe life, had she?
