Page 165 of Guardian Daddy

Bot-bots? Why did that sound so . . . so adorable? And why did she want it so badly?

“I don’t need a bot-bot.”

“And some Little clothes. Onesies and warm outfits. Hats, socks, gloves, scarves.”

“I’m not going to Antarctica, Daddy.”

“I have to keep my girl warm. Have I mentioned what a good girl you are?”

There he went again. Making her feel special and noticed and Little. Cate needed the reassurance. The safety. Needed him taking charge.

“I should help.”

“Little girls don’t help in the kitchen. You’d get your butt spanked for that.”

That was mean.

“Speaking of bottoms. Mine is sore. I need a cushion.” She went to get down off the stool.

“Freeze.”

She froze. Wow. That voice of his was potent.

“You could command armies with that voice, Daddy.”

“Thank you, baby. Now, what is the rule about when I put you somewhere?”

“I’m to stay where you put me,” she muttered. “But that’s for Big Cate.”

“No, all the rules are for Little and Big Cate. Sometimes Little Cate might have some extra ones, though.”

Well. That was rude.

“But I want to get down.”

“Then you ask Daddy politely if you can get down.”

“Daddy, can I get down?” she asked.

“No.”

She gasped. Why was he being so mean? “That is not nice.”

“You may not get down because we’re going to have lunch. Also, you don’t get a cushion for your stool.”

“But my bottom hurts!” Maybe he didn’t understand that. Perhaps he’d never had his bottom spanked. “Have you ever been spanked, Daddy?”

“Sure. I got spanked plenty as a kid.”

“Then you know that sitting on a spanked bottom isn’t very comfortable.”

“Sure do. I also know that having to sit on a freshly spanked butt is part of the punishment.”

Well.

That was just dumb. And it didn’t seem at all fair.

“But after a punishment isn’t everything supposed to be forgiven?”

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