Page 59 of Daddy's Naughty List

“I dunno.”

Poor baby. She sounded so pitiful, and he had no clue why.

“Can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

“I dunno.”

Biting back a sigh, he brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. “All right. Well, Daddy needs to check your temperature to make sure you’re not getting sick.” It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to open her mouth so he could grab their normal thermometer, the one he kept in his nightstand at all times.

But some deeper instinct, fueled by a need he’d never quite understood, pushed him to take a chance on something new. After all, if she wanted to act like a Baby, didn’t it make sense for him to treat her like one?

“Roll over on your tummy, Tayter Tot.”

Brows scrunching in confusion, she frowned up at him. “Why?”

“So Daddy can take your temperature.” To drive the point home, he patted her bottom, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re going to put a thermometer…there?”

“Yes. So be a good girl and roll onto your tummy.”

Clutching the old stuffed rabbit she still slept with regularly, Taylor slowly did as she’d been told. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

Pink blossomed on her cheeks. “Can I, um, can I have my pacifier back while you take my temperature?”

“Of course, Tayter Tot.”

He popped the pacifier back in her mouth, amused when the pink stain on her cheeks darkened and she buried her face in Mr. Floppy’s fur.

Adorable.

Rising from the bed, he opened their closet and pulled down the box he’d stashed up there. He’d read the instructions a hundred times already, but he read them again just to be sure.

Rereading the instructions gave him the added benefit of getting to watch his babygirl squirm in anticipation. Stretched out on the bed, she crossed and uncrossed her feet and let out a dramatic sigh while she waited.

“Lift your hips so Daddy can pull your panties down, baby,” he instructed, setting the thermometer and petroleum jelly aside for now.

With a pitiful whine, Taylor did as she was told, raising her hips just enough for him to tug her panties down below her bottom.

There was no hint of the spanking she’d gotten earlier on her pale skin, a fact that always disappointed him a bit. And then he felt like a complete asshole for being disappointed.

What kind of monsterwantedto leave bruises on the woman he loved?

Pushing aside those uncomfortable thoughts, he opened the tub of jelly and dipped the thermometer in, per the instructions.

“Relax for me, Tayter Tot. Like when Daddy plugs your bottom.”

Another of those sweet little whines as she relaxed her muscles, enough for him to push her cheeks apart with one hand, exposing her hole to him. Ignoring the jerking of his cock at the sight, he slipped the thermometer in.

“Daddy.” Her whining complaint was muffled somewhat by the rubber in her mouth. “Take it out. I don’t like it!”

Knowing how much his babygirl had enjoyed the other play they’d done, he doubted that very much. And yet, it gave him a perverse sort of pleasure to know that she was at least pretending not to like it. There was some part of him, some deep, dark part he tried not to think about much that enjoyed the thought of humiliating her. Of forcing her to endure something just because Daddy said so.

“We can’t take it out just yet, baby. Daddy needs to make sure you’re not running a fever.”

“I’m not sick!”

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