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“I love you, Taylor. Too much to let your stubborn nature put you, or any of my girls in danger. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little girl?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m not mad. But I’m also not going to let you get away with this open defiance, especially when it puts the people I love in harm's way.”

Fresh tears were already tracking down her cheeks when Edie swung the paddle the first time. The pain was almost a relief, especially with how fast Edie was paddling her. There was no time to think, to reflect. There was only the pain, and the growing pressure in her chest.

Pressure that finally cracked, just a little, with the final swat. She wasso closeto breaking she could literally feel it.

“Do you need a break, Tayter Tot?” Her Daddy’s voice washed over her, soothing some of the ragged edges inside her as he rubbed her back in slow circles.

Not trusting herself to speak, she shook her head.

“All right, baby. Four more and you’re done. I’m so proud of how well you’re taking this.” The rubbing stopped, but his hand stayed on her back. “Rex, you’re up first.”

“You sure about this?” Rex asked, his voice low but not quite low enough for her not to hear.

“Very sure. One swat from each of you, so she remembers to think about her friends and the people who love them the next time she wants to do something dangerous.”

“Fair enough. One swat, Taylor. Ready?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she managed to choke out.

Rex, bless him, didn’t spank nearly as hard as her Daddy or Edie. Which was both a relief and a disappointment as it gave her a bit of a break, but didn’t get her any closer to that breaking point she was so desperate to reach.

Dom, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. Neither did Matt, as she’d expected, but it wasn’t the pain that pushed her closer to her breaking point as much as the words he murmured to her afterward.

“I hope you can feel how very loved you are, little girl. We would all be devastated if anything happened to you, or any of the others.”

Finally, it was Grant’s turn. And that was the swat, delivered so the edge of the thick paddle caught the sensitive crease right where her thighs and ass met, that finally broke her. Sobbing, she let herself be pulled into her Daddy’s arms as he rocked and soothed the guilt away.

“My good little girl. I’m so proud of you, baby. Thank you for trusting me with this.”

When her sobs quieted, she was passed from grownup to grownup for a hug, ending with a long cuddle and some more murmured praise.

It wasn’t until she was in the car, exhausted and falling asleep that her Daddy’s words actually registered.Thank you for trusting me.

What did he mean by that?

Chapter Sixteen

As loath as he was to wake his babygirl, he couldn’t carry her in the house on his own. He’d driven around for a while, letting her nap, and letting his own brain work through some of what had just happened.

But now they were home, and he needed to get her inside. Reaching over, he gave her shoulder a gentle shake. “Time to wake up, Tayter Tot.”

“Don’t wanna,” she whined, shifting in her seat.

Unfortunately for her, that movement must have reignited some of the pain from her spanking, because she shifted again with a hiss, her nose wrinkling with annoyance. “Hurts.”

“I know, baby. Let’s get you inside and in some soft pajamas, then we can read a book and set out cookies for Santa. How’s that sound?”

“Santa!” At the mention of jolly old Saint Nick, her eyes popped open. “It’s Christmas Eve!”

But as quickly as the excitement came, it fled, and her eyes filled with tears as her shoulders slumped forward. “Santa isn’t coming tonight.”

“Now why would you go and say a thing like that, Tayter Tot?”

“Cuz I’ve been super naughty. There’s no way I’m on the nice list this year.”

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