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“That may be the truth, but I am not about to let you hurt yourself, either. If you can promise to slow down and eat safely, I’ll give it back. If not, you will have to do without,” Savage said patiently.

“Fine. Give me.”

“Nope. You are much too pretty of a little girl to be rude. Try it again.” He held the plate above her head where she couldn’t reach it. Irish turned his head, trying not to laugh, at the adorable pout that filled her features.

“Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please can I has my snack now.” She said the words Savage was waiting to hear through gritted teeth.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Good girls get rewarded.” He handed her the snack plate, and she snatched it out of his hand, as if worried he would change her mind and scurried over to sit next to Makenzie.

“Trinity, do you need a pillow?” Makenzie asked her friend. Irish too had seen her shifting on the ground.

“While it is nice of you to offer, Trinity is just fine,” Lucky said.

“I didn’t ask you!” Makenzie turned toward Lucky, fisted her hands into her side and jutted her chin out. “I asked my friend!”

“Princess,” Irish warned. While his tone was serious, inside he was happy. She felt comfortable not only to be her Little self, but to test the boundaries in front of the people in the room. She felt safe with them. Nothing would make him happier.

“Yes, Daddy?” She asked sweetly.

“We don’t talk to grownups that way.”

“But, Daddy! It’s probably his fault Trinity has a hurt butt to begin with. I bet he was a meanie face to her and?—”

“Makenzie!” Irish quickly corrected her. “That’s enough.”

“But, Daddy!” She started again. “It’s true!”

“I assure you if Trinity is sitting on a hot behind, it’s because of something she did, not because of Lucky.”

“Nuh uh. Daddies choose how to punish their Littles and so it is their fault! Not like she spanked herself!” Margot interjected.

“Margot!” Savage scolded. “This conversation does not concern you.”

“Oh no? Well, it doesn’t concern you either, then.” She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to Trinity. “Who does he think he is? He’s not the boss of me!” She could be heard whisper yelling.

“Princess,” Irish started, tapping her on the nose. “While I am proud of you for caring about your friend’s comfort, her Daddy said no thank you to the pillow. Now, unless you need me to rewarm your behind?—”

“No! No! It’s okay, Daddy.” Makenzie’s hands flew behind to her bottom. Irish imagined it was still a bit tender from her earlier spanking. When he woke her from her nap, she was in a much gentler mood. He slowly removed the plug before cuddling with her for a few minutes. She’d been much more complacent since her spanking and plugging, and he was very much enjoying her Little side.

“Good girl.”

Makenzie scurried over to sit next to the other two girls again. As they snacked, they talked quietly among each other.

“She’s something else,” Savage said, looking at Margot.

“Whoever ends up with her needs to have a firm hand. She’s a lot,” Lucky said.

Savage held up his hands, “I have big hands.”

“So you do,” Lucky observed with a smile. “But, as far as I know, Margot isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s happy to hang out with other Littles once a month at The Citadel.”

“Oh, she is, is she?” Savage asked.

“Yes. I’m pretty sure if you ask her out, she’ll turn you down.”

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