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Another five minutes past. She whimpered as tears streamed down her face. How much more of this could she take?

Finally, his stern voice bid her over.

She turned to see a wooden chair from the dining room table in the center of the room. She groaned, knowing she was expected to sit.

In the soiled nappy.

“Daddy!” she cried again, not even caring that she was using that phrase.

It was fitting, after all, she thought as she duck-walked toward him, hating the way it felt to move in that loaded diaper.

“Don’t Daddy me, little girl. Bottom in that chair. Now.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to it.

Layla did as told, hanging her head after lowering herself onto the hard wood.

Yuck. Yuck Yuck. This was the worst.

It didn’t seem to phase Kirk, though. He delivered a lecture as if they both had all the time in the world.

“Little girl, you could have been hurt tonight, pulling a stunt like you did. From now on, you ask me before you go anywhere. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It is my job to keep you safe and I take it very seriously. But I can’t do that very well if I don’t even know where you’re at. Can I?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you had enough of sitting in your dirty little diaper?”

“Yes, sir.”

He waited a moment, looking down on her, before he nodded. “Come on, little girl. Upstairs you go. Let’s get you cleaned up and in the shower. Then, you have a spanking coming.”

She groaned but didn’t argue beyond that.

In fact, after the events of the night, it would be a long, long time before she argued about anything. Or disobeyed.

She had learned a lesson.

For now, at least.

Chapter Thirteen

Layla awoke the following morning feeling clean and refreshed.

She’d snuggled close to Kirk all night long, being held by him, kissed, and hugged.

It had been magical.

What had happened prior to those cuddles, though, had not been so magical.

Her mind drifted back to what took place after the lecture. She’d been carefully cleaned and tended to by her husband. That part had been wonderful.

But then, still naked after being dried off from the shower, she’d grabbed her ankles to receive twelve crisp, blazing swats from the paddle. They had stung far worse than the spanking she’d received on their wedding night. It had felt as if her cheeks were lit on fire! In fact, there was still a lingering sting even this morning, but it wasn’t bothering her too much.

What was bothering her was the way she’d been sucking on her thumb. She was so embarrassed! Had Kirk seen it? How long had she slept that way? She had no clue she’d even been doing it—just woke up to find her dang thumb in her mouth like a little baby.

Was she a…Little?

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