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Edie’s arm tightened around her, pulling her in for a sideways hug. “I already said I wouldn’t talk to your Daddy, Taylor. But if you want me to keep that promise, then you’re going to have to talk to him yourself. Soon.”

Chapter Nine

Later that night, she lay awake staring at the ceiling as the conversation she’d had with her friends played over and over in her mind.

Too wired to sleep, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed downstairs. Staying in bed after lights out was one of her big rules, one of the ones Ian had first laid down for her when he’d become her Daddy as she’d had a habit of staying up way too late watching movies and such with Noelle.

What would he do now if he caught her out of bed at nearly one in the morning?

Not knowing was even worse than knowing for sure she’d be in for a hard spanking. Feeling even more restless than she had been while lying in bed, she made her way to the kitchen and opened the wine fridge.

Asking permission to have a drink was another of her Daddy’s big rules, one that he’d never failed to enforce. With that in mind, she popped open a bottle of her favorite moscato and poured a generous glass.

She settled on the couch with her ill-gotten glass of wine and turned the Christmas tree on.

God, she loved this time of year. Sipping at her wine, she let the colorful lights of the tree soothe her as they danced over the walls of their living room. Daddy had wanted white lights, but once he’d seen how happy the colored lights made her, he’d caved instantly.

Because that was the kind of man he was. Thoughtful and loving and always ready to sacrifice his wants for hers. Not once in the time they’d been together had she ever doubted how much he loved her.

So why was she being such a brat about this new side of him? Any Little in her right mind would be ecstatic to have a Daddy who spoiled her rotten instead of one who was constantly finding reasons to punish her.

Okay, that last part wasn’t entirely fair. Ian only found reasons to punish her because she gave him reasons to punish her. Like right this very second when she’d chosen to break not just one, but two rules she knew he was very serious about.

“I’m such a bitch,” she muttered to the empty room.

“Taylor? What are you doing up, baby?”

Shit. Fear froze her in place as the consequences of her actions stepped into the living room, a frown tugging the corners of his lips downward. “Umm… I couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah. Still wound up from your big day?” Sitting on the couch beside her, he plucked the wine from her hand and sipped.

“Something like that. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be out of bed.”

“No, you’re not. And you know better than to sneak a glass of wine without asking Daddy first.”

Excitement skittered along her skin as her heart rate sped up. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s all right, Tayter Tot. You had a big day. Do you need Daddy to help you… relax?”

Instead of the sternness she’d expected, he sounded almost playful. Teasing in a way that had her clit throbbing with need.

“Aren’t I in trouble?”

“So much trouble.” Setting the wine glass on the end table, he took her by the arm and tugged her over his lap. “Does my naughty girl need her bottom spanked?”

An instinctive denial trembled on her lips. But if she said no, would he change his mind and just send her to bed? “Yes, Daddy.”

“Hmm. I think I can make that happen. Lift your hips, baby, so Daddy can bare your bottom.”

She obeyed, and a moment later came the familiar sensation of her pajama pants and her panties being tugged down to her knees.

“Such a naughty baby,” he murmured, running his hand over the swell of her bottom. “What’s the rule about bedtime, Tayter Tot?”

“Um. Lights out by eleven on the weekends.”

“And when Daddy puts you to bed, where are you supposed to stay?”

“In bed.”

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