Panic goes through me as Daddy just stares at me. He isn’t falling for whatever I’m trying to sell.
“No, it does not. If you lie to me one more time, your punishment will be worse,” he quietly says.
“Chale! I really didn’t mean to. I don’t know what came over my hand, but it really wasn’t me. I didn’t mean to hit you. I promise. You can’t punish me when I really had no intention of hurting you,” I rush out. “You can even ask my hand if you want.” I push my hand right in front of his face. “I didn’t mean to do it. It acted on its own accord!”
Chale takes my hand in his own. “Daddy. Not Chale.”
“That doesn’t matter right now!” I raise my voice and throw my other hand in the air. “Right now, I need you to pay attention that it was not me who actually hit you, but my hand.”
Yamal chuckles, and I throw him a glare before looking at Cale.
“I’ve told you several times that it is Daddy and not Chale, but you still call me by my given name. To you, I am Daddy and nothing else. If you call me Chale one more time, I will throw you over my lap and spank you.” His voice is calm yet deadly.
I open and close my mouth several times before I finally point a finger at him. “You can’t do that!”
He gently grabs onto my finger. “I can’t?”
I nod. “You can’t! I am my own person, and you can’t spank me.”
“I want you to understand something,” he gently says. “You are mine, and I am yours. I am your Daddy. If you are naughty, I will correct you and give you a punishment. Iwillspank you.”
