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“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” she said as she returned his hug.

When he released her, she left his office and threw herself at Harrigan who waited just outside.

“I’m sorry, Daidi. I’ll never be naughty again.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to correct your naughtiness. Now, get back to work and I’ll come back and get you at dinnertime.”

“Okay, Daidi,” Irish said, her mood lightening now that her punishment was finished.

He followed her to the fenced in field where the half dozen goats resided. Though he needed to go and school Sailor on the proper behavior when it came to mates, and Daddies, he had a hard time tearing himself away from his sweet Little mate.

She was barely through the gate when the goats saw her and ran from across the field to greet her.

Harrigan waited a few more minutes before he forced himself to walk away, knowing his mate would be fine until he came back and retrieved her in a few hours.

Chapter Twenty

Spending the afternoon romping with the baby goats, sheep, and the new kittens that had been born the night before, Irish felt at home. Thought the work in the barn was hard, and physically taxing, she loved it.

When Harrigan returned several hours later, she knew she was covered with dirt, straw, and animal hair. She wanted a shower and to wear one of Harrigan’s t-shirts instead of joining the rest of Bratburg in the dining hall for dinner.

After telling Master Sullivan good night, she took Harrigan’s hand and began the walk back to the main part of the institute.

“Daidi?”

“Yes, scamp?”

“Do we have to go to the dining hall? I’m kinda smelly. Maybe we could go home and have dinner in our pajamas? And then I could suck your… um… for dessert?”

She peeked up at Harrigan when he stopped. He looked surprised, but there was a heat in his golden-brown eyes that gave her confidence a boost. “Please?”

“You want to take dinner home and then suck my cock for dessert?”

“Yes, please, Daidi.”

“Oh, little scamp, that sounds like an excellent idea.”

While they were stopped and she was feeling brave, Irish decided it was time to confess a secret she had been holding on for a while. “Daidi?”

“Yes, scamp?” Harrigan smirked as he watched her.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and I’m very happy being your mate and Little girl.”

“Oh, scamp. I love you, too. So very, very much. And I am very happy being your Daidi. And your mate.”

Irish squealed when Harrigan lifted her up with an arm under her still sore ass and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as the kiss went deep and dirty.

They were both breathing hard when he finally broke the kiss to smile at her. “Come on. We’ll go talk to Chef and have dinner delivered in an hour or so, because, sweetheart, you really do need a shower. And I need to fuck you into the shower wall after I wash you.”

“Sounds like a great plan, Daidi,” Irish said as he carried her toward the dining hall’s back door. “But I can walk, you know.”

“I know, but I like holding you.” He winked at her with a grin that told her that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Plus, you want to remind me about being naughty,” she pouted.

Harrigan immediately stopped and put her down then bent forward so they were eye to eye. He looked deep into her eyes and said, “Scamp, that’s not how punishment works. Once a punishment is over, the slate is wiped clean. I’m sorry if that’s how you took my holding you. I just missed you and wanted to carry you and be close to you.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

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