She gave him a stubborn look, but his look was pure Daddy.
Oh, she might just be in trouble here. There’s no way she could win against a ‘Daddy look.’
“Now, Daddy, I think we should have a little chat,” she said, as she tried to discreetly move her right foot from side to side to check whether it did hurt. Shoot. There was still a twinge there, but it wouldn’t be swollen, right? There was no way. After all, it didn’t hurt that badly. She was certain that she could walk on it.
“Got a choice,” he told her. “Give me your foot, or get a spanking.”
Another dramatic gasp, that nearly sent her flying back onto the bed, escaped her. She really was mastering the art of thegasp. And of the dramatic. She was actually thinking about producing her own play.
If she produced the play back in Nowhere, then Reverend Pat could give her the church for free. That would save her some money, and all of her friends from Nowhere could take part in her play. Yeah, that would work out well.
Hmm. What about her friends here, though? Well, she was sure they wouldn’t mind traveling to Nebraska, right?
“Baby doll! Millie!” Spike snapped his fingers in front of her, and she jolted back into the here and now.
“Yep. What is it?” It was a bit rude to snap his fingers at her.
“You were daydreaming,” he grumbled.
Oh, right. Yeah, she had been. “I was thinking about putting on a play, Daddy.”
“How about you think about giving me your right foot so I can check whether you hurt it?”
“No, I definitely wasn’t thinking about that, Daddy.”
“I know you weren’t. Give me your foot.”
Hmm, he seemed quite serious. What was she going to do? Well, she’d just have to hope her foot looked okay.
She raised her right foot, and he slid her gorgeous shoe off. She was wearing red sneakers with white laces and had little brontosauruses all over them.
“See? My foot looks fine, just like the other one,” she said as he slid the shoe off her left foot so he could compare them.
“Looks swollen,” he grunted.
“I think that’s an exaggeration, Daddy. You know, it’s not very good to exaggerate. Very dramatic of you.”
Hmm. That look on his face told her he wasn’t very amused.
Spike started to prod her right foot, and she couldn’t help but hiss as he hit a tender spot. He glanced up at her, then he shook his head. “You hurt your foot.”
It was a statement rather than a question.
She held out her thumb and forefinger. “Maybe just a little, Daddy.”
His gaze narrowed. “And you lied about it.”
“Well, I find ‘lie’ is a very harsh word, Daddy. I think I just stretched the truth slightly. It’s really not that bad. Just a little tender.”
“Millicent Margaret,” he growled in a very stern voice.
It was never good when he used both of her names. Millie grimaced. “I’m in trouble, huh?”
“Yep, you are. First, you didn’t stop when I told you to. Second, you lied about your foot being sore.”
“When you put it like that, it does sound bad, doesn’t it? It wasn’t a lie exactly, though, Daddy. I mean, it’s not that badly hurt. I expect it’ll be all better in an hour or so.”
“Gonna go get ice.” He turned her on the bed so she was sitting back against the headboard. Then he placed a pillow under her foot. “Keep it up.”
