Page 196 of Whistle

Well, no more.

It was past time I daddied the fuck out of this brat.

“Goldilocks!” I hollered from the bedroom door. “Get in here!”

He appeared in the bathroom doorway, a wary look in his wide blue eyes. Maybe he was trying for innocent, but I knew better. And the compression sleeve wrapped around his bicep reminded me exactly how diabolical he could be.

It was sprained. That’s right. Overdid it so much that he’d sprained the muscle. And the leg cramps? Also from poor conditioning, overuse, and, likely, poor nutrition. I made him get an IV filled with electrolytes before we came home.

Just picturing that damn line sticking out of the back of his hand made me angry all over again.

“You bellowed?” he said, bratting like the brat he was.

“Shut the door,” I told him from my seat at the foot of the bed.

“You can’t shut it yourself?”

I stared at him stonily until he did as he was told.

The second he turned around, I said, “Drop your pants.”

He paused. “What?”

“Drop. Your. Pants.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to find out there are consequences to your delinquency.”

A little bit of interest bolted behind his eyes, and I smothered a smile, keeping my expression serious. “If I have to say it again, I’m going to make you stand in the corner.”

He scoffed.

I shot up off the bed and flew across the room, grabbing him by the narrow waist and plopping him in the corner, face first.

“What the hell, Em?” he yelled, immediately turning.

I caught him and pushed him into the damn corner until his nose was buried in it. “That’s Daddy to you,” I rumbled just behind his shoulder, moving close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from my body but not close enough to touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, trying to turn his head to look at me, but I caught it and turned him back to face the wall. “I told you to stand in the corner, and I meant it. That means you stand there and stare at the wall and nothing else until I say you can move. You got it?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” I growled, then grasped the sides of his pant legs and tugged his sweats down so the elastic waistband was around his thighs.

He made a sound and leaned to pull them back up, but I snarled and he stopped.

“Now you can stand there with your nose in the corner with that bare ass hanging out for the whole room to see and know that when you’re finished, I’m gonna spank it until it’s three shades pinker than that lacey thong you’re wearing.”

His entire body jolted, and he started to spin again.

Smack! The sharp pop of my hand meeting his bare ass filled the room.

He grunted and fell into the corner, palms catching himself on the wall.

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