Page 8 of The More the Merrier

Liam shrugged. "There was a sprinkle emergency, apparently."

"A sprinkle emergency?" Logan sounded dubious.

"She doesn't have the right ones or something."

"I see. But somehow that doesn't answer either of the questions I asked." Logan paused and looked at me shrewdly. "What's the white stuff everywhere? And what was the commotion?"

Sighing, I gave up. This wasn't going the way I'd hoped, and I already knew I was in trouble.

"I slammed a drawer and stomped my feet and yelled and threw the powdered sugar that was left in the bag." As soon as I said the words I realized how awful they sounded. "It was just a tiny bit," I added, hoping that helped my case.

Logan advanced toward me shaking his head. "Little girl, we do not throw tantrums in this house."

When he reached me there was no time to answer. He grabbed my arm, spun me around, pulled down my pants and panties with one swift jerk, and landed a dozen swats on my ass while I shrieked and squirmed. It hurt, and he was not the Daddy I wanted spanking me.

Just as quickly as the spanking had begun, it was over, and he pulled my pants back up and spun me around to face him.

“Do you want to explain yourself before you start cleaning up this mess?"

I shook my head. I really didn't.

Logan scrutinized my face, then grabbed my hand and pulled me from the kitchen. I followed, protesting the whole way as he tugged me toward the bedroom. When we got there, I was sure he was going to spank me some more, but instead he led me to the corner and positioned me with my nose on the wall.

"Hands behind your back," he instructed, pulling my pants and panties down again until they were pooled below my knees.

When I was settled in position, he walked up behind me, pressing his body against mine. "I'm going to ask you one more time what that was all about, and do not say sprinkles, little girl, because I am not buying it. You are a grown woman and not the temper tantrum type."

Damn. He knew me too well. My plan was thwarted by my own maturity. Not ready to explain myself, I shrugged.

"You can stay in the corner until you feel like telling me and I'll just sit here and read while I wait, but that's really gonna cut into our cookie baking and Christmas movie watching time."

That was the worst threat. Christmas activities with my Daddies were my absolute favorite and we never got to do enough of them, in my opinion. Timewise, the blizzard had handed me a Christmas miracle, and I wasn't going to ruin it with my stubbornness. "Fine." I admitted defeat with a sigh. "Can I come out of the corner and tell you?"

"Sure." He backed up a few steps so our bodies were no longer pressed against each other and I turned to face him.

“I'm worried about Liam," I said.

"So am I, but I'm not following the connection."

"It’s stupid." It did feel much stupider now that I was going to have to explain it out loud.

Logan just shrugged and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Try me."

"I just wanted to see if I could get him to spank me. He hasn't been himself lately, and I thought if I pushed him a little…" I trailed off, unsure of how to finish my thought.

"You thought if you pushed him he'd Daddy up and snap out of it?"

"I guess." I crossed my arms over my chest and mirrored his stance. "I told you it was stupid."

"It's not. I promise. And truthfully, I wish it had worked. I'm right there with you in worrying about him. And if I'm being honest, I think you are right to be concerned. I don't think Liam has it in him to be a Daddy right now. And I don't think pushing him will make it better. But I promise I can be Daddy enough for the both of us. To both of you. And that’s gonna have to be enough for right now. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Logan opened his arms and I stepped into them, soaking in his comforting warmth, and he held me tight and stroked my hair. It made me feel a little better, but I was still worried about Liam.

"Daddy," I asked, pulling away to look up at him.

"Yes, princess?"

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