Page 134 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“I know, Daddy. I just needed a bit of a break, you know? I just can’t believe how quickly time is going. It’s two days until our wedding.” Today had been her last day of work, so she had time to clean the house and tidy up the backyard.

“I know. I can’t wait to marry you, Little Rebel.”

“I can’t wait to marry you either, Daddy.”

“But there are a few things we need to deal with first,” he told her in a stern voice.

Uh-oh. She didn’t like the sound of that. “Like what, Daddy?”

“Well, you’re taking tonight off from wedding stuff.”

“I don’t think I can, Daddy.”

“Before you tell me everything you have to do, I should tell you that I hired a cleaning company. They’re going to be here in the morning to clean the house and they’ll do another clean after the wedding.”

“What? Oh, Duke, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I can’t be here to help with the cleaning and I’m not going to have you running yourself ragged. But I’m going to get home early tomorrow to help with the yard. I don’t want you doing too much on your own, understand?”

“I understand.”

Whether she’d actually listen was debatable.

“Oh, and there’s something else we have to do tonight,” he told her, standing her on her feet.

“What’s that, Daddy?” she asked innocently.

“Take care of the punishments you’re owed.”

Sugar.

Was he serious?

“I want you to pull your pants and panties down, then bend over and put your hands on the stool.”

Yep, it certainly seemed like he was serious.

“What punishments?” she asked.

He held up his fingers. “There was starting your bike when I wasn’t here and without putting on a helmet.”

Shoot.

“As well as that, you also earned yourself two more punishments while you were supposed to be recovering. Once, when you were meant to be napping and instead, I found you onyour laptop. The other when I came home from work and found that you’d been gardening instead of resting.”

Shoot.

“You’re going to get fifteen with my hand for the gardening. Fifty lines for going on your laptop instead of napping. And ten with the hairbrush for not being more careful with your safety.”

“The hairbrush!”

“Careful, Little Rebel. I only made it ten because you hurt yourself, but I could easily make it fifteen.”

“Ten is fine. Ten is fine,” she said hastily.

“Right, get yourself in place, then.”

Sunny gave him a pleading look, but he simply stared back at her sternly. So she slid her pants down.

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