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In a furious rush, Cage had put his clothes on and made his way to Katie’s apartment.

It was instinct.

Call it his Detective’s Intuition.

But Cage had known that Katie would head back there.

Cage had recalled Katie talking about her favorite stuffie. Snug. It would be enough to make her sneak out. Cage just knew it.

He used Katie’s spare key to enter the apartment and the sight of Katie sitting on her couch playing on a games console was a huge relief.

It also made Cage nearly hit the roof in anger.

After exploding into a rage, Cage gathered himself.

He needed to punish Katie for this, but it had to be something appropriate.

It needed to be a punishment that would focus Katie’s mind on the task at hand and make her not ever want to repeat offend again.

‘Okay, here’s the situation,’ Cage said. ‘You’re not going to get a paddling or spanking. Far too enjoyable. No. What you need is the kind of punishment that won’t stimulate you in that way. Not even close.’

Cage could see that Katie was listening intently.

He could also see that Katie had absolutely no idea as to what was coming her way.

‘You will be doing lines. Old school, handwritten lines,’ Cage said, showing no emotion. ‘And you will do them to the highest standard. Not a single letter out of place. Neatly written. Total accuracy and discipline on each and every letter.’

Katie looked aghast.

Cage smiled internally but maintained his gruff exterior.

Katie had to know that Cage wasn’t messing around.

‘H-h-h-h-how many lines?’ Katie asked, twiddling with her fingers nervously. ‘I haven’t done lines since school. I used to hate them!’

‘Good, I’m glad to hear that,’ Cage said. ‘Perhaps this will teach you then to not do such foolish things. I think two hundred lines should suffice.’

‘Two hundred! But–’

‘No buts,’ Cage said, slamming his palm down onto the messy side-table. ‘You will do the two hundred lines. You will do them flawlessly. If I spot a single mistake, you will go right back to the start and repeat the entire process. I don’t care if that is after nine lines or one hundred and ninety-nine. Understood?’

Katie nodded solemnly.

The message had hit home.

That was good to see.

‘You will writeI must always tell Daddy where I am. Do I need to say it again?’ Cage asked, staring at Katie with his sternest Daddy Dom expression.

‘No, Daddy,’ Katie said, crestfallen. ‘I understand.’

‘Very good. Now fetch yourself your neatest lined paper and a pen. I want to see you sitting at this table and making a start in sixty seconds flat.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Katie replied, quickly scurrying to find her smartest writing paper and pen. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.’

‘Silence!’ Cage said, not interested in any more talking. ‘Get to work.’

Katie wasted no time and began writing her lines.

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