Page 161 of Guardian Daddy

“And I’m sorry if I gave you a fright.”

“Are you sorry for slapping my ass?” she asked.

“Nope. I will never apologize for doing what I think is right for you. And that smack on the ass got you to stay still. Which kept you safe.”

Dear. Lord.

“Now, you’re going to get your butt smacked for throwing a tantrum and for putting yourself at risk.”

“Putting myself at risk really seems like a stretch,” she muttered.

“And because I think this might help clear your head.”

Really?

“What is your safeword?”

“Do you not remember it? We really need to get you some fish oil to help with your memory loss.”

“I remember it. I just want you to say it so you remember it.”

“I have a very good memory I don’t need fish oil.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Cate. Do as you were told.”

“Red,” she said quickly.

“You’ll say it if you need to. Promise me.”

“I promise.” He sure did like to repeat things.

“I promise, Daddy,” he said firmly. “Repeat what I just said.”

“I promise, Daddy,” she told him.

Suddenly, he shifted her so she was lying over his lap, her legs on the sofa while her torso was on his wide thighs.

Holy. Heck.

This was really happening, wasn’t it?

His hands went to the waistband of her pants and he started tugging them down.

“We need to get you some onesies with drop seats. That way, Daddy doesn’t have to pull off your clothes to get to your bottom. He can spank you or put you on the toilet and ensure you’re snuggly and warm.”

She wasn’t sure that sounded like a good idea. He might be tempted to spank her more often.

Then she realized that her bottom was bare. And he wasn’t doing anything.

“Are you staring at my butt?” she asked.

“Are you staring at my butt, Daddy?”

“Why do you keep repeating my words?” she asked.

“Because I want you to remember that you’re with Daddy. I think I need to keep reminding you.”

Um. Okay.

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