Page 61 of Daddy's Naughty List

Turning away from the stove, he studied her, his expression unusually serious. “I noticed you fell asleep with your pacifier in this afternoon. And it got me thinking… We've never really talked about what age your Little is. Do you think she’s older, like Carly and Noelle and Jesse? Or do you think maybe she’s a bit younger?”

“Oh. Um. I’ve never really thought about it, actually. I’ve just sorta been going along with what everyone else does.”

“I get that. Neither one of us has a ton of experience in this, and Matt has been kind of our Daddy guru. But you’re the only one of your friends who uses a pacifier at all.”

“Matt sometimes makes Carly use one when we’re in the corner and being too chatty.”

“That’s different. Carly doesn’tenjoyusing one. You do.”

He had a point. One that had embarrassment heating her cheeks the more she thought about it. “Is that weird? Should I stop?”

“No, baby. That’s not what I’m saying at all. If anything, I’m saying the opposite. That maybe we should try letting you be a little more… Little. Just to see if you like it.”

“Oh.” Clutching Mr. Floppy to her chest, she rolled the suggestion over in her mind while she nibbled at her bottom lip. “How would that be different from how I’m usually Little?”

“That’s a good question,” Daddy said with a laugh. “And I’m not really sure. But things like taking your temperature the way I did today. Maybe some more rules for when you’re Little? Fewer chores?”

“But I already don’t do as much as you do.”

“That’s okay. I like taking care of you. And we don’t have to make any decisions right away. For tonight let’s just… see how things go. You can use your paci and just be Daddy’s Baby for the night. How’s that sound?”

It sounded heavenly, if she was being completely honest. Just getting to be Little while Daddy did all the hard work?

Sign me up.

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try being your Baby.”

Chapter Six

Being a Baby wasawesome.

Daddy took care of everything, even cleaning up after dinner which was usually her job. And the only time she’d gotten in trouble all night was when she’d reached for the popcorn before the chocolate had cooled and Daddy had popped her hand. For reasons she couldn’t explain, that little swat had made her tear up faster than any spanking ever had, even though it hadn’t actually hurt all that much.

Whatever the reason, she hadn’t gone near the popcorn again until Daddy handed her a small bowl of her own, and she’d managed to go the rest of the night without getting in any trouble.

Now she was in the tub, playing with the pirate ship set Daddy had surprised her with as an early Christmas present while he scrubbed behind her ears.

“Up on your knees, Tayter Tot. Daddy needs to clean your bottom.”

Getting her bottom cleaned was decidedlynother favorite part of bathtime. Normally, she would whine a bit, and then Daddy would give herThe Lookand she’d obey even though she didn’t really want to.

But babies didn’t know how to listen.Babiesjust did whatever they wanted. And right now, she wanted to play with her pirate ship.

So she did something she’d never done before and simply… ignored him.

“Taylor, baby, Daddy needs to clean your bottom.”

Nope. Too bad.

“Taylor.”

Uh-oh. That was Daddy’s “You better listen right now” voice. Usually that voice was followed by a spanking if she didn’t listen. But she was a Baby now. Surely he wouldn’t spank a Baby.

Right?

Her heart beating faster now, Taylor pushed her pirate ship across the tub, through the swarm of sea creatures she’d gathered over the past year or so they’d been living together.

“Taylor Grace, do you want to go to bed with a sore bottom?”

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