Page 48 of Daddy Devious

Another enema? No, thank you. “I don’t think so, Daddy.”

“We’ll see.” He gives the thermometer a turn, and I can’t help but whine at the strange sensation. It doesn’t hurt, but it does send a flash of embarrassing need straight to my clit. Judging by the smug smile Daddy flashes me, he is all too aware of the reason for my discomfort. “Just a bit longer, little one.”

My legs start to ache by the time he finally pulls the thermometer from my bottom. And I can tell from the way he sighs and shakes his head that the results don’t bode well for me.

Crap.

Chapter Nineteen

Maxwell

I consider myself a reasonable man. But there are certain behaviors even I refuse to accept.

And lying is at the top of that list.

If Victoria had been honest with me about why she’d thrown a tantrum instead of trying to lie and say she was sick, I would have let her off with a quick spanking and a stern reminder to behave for Caleb the same way she would behave for me. Instead, she tried to get out of her punishment with deceit. And that requires a firmer hand than usual.

Holding her legs in one hand and the thermometer in the other, I look down at her. Even without the perfectly normal reading on the glass tube in my hand, I would have known she was lying by the look on her face. My Little girl has the world’s worst poker face. “Hmm. No fever. Does your tummy still hurt, little one?”

“Uh-huh.” She sniffles, and the sound is so over-the-top pitiful I nearly laugh out loud. My naughty little thief really thinks she can get one over on her Daddy?

Adorable.

I place the thermometer to the side where it will be cleaned later and hit a button on the wall to activate the in-house intercom system. “Caleb, I require your assistance in the nursery, please.”

“Of course, Mr. Stone. I’m on my way.”

Red floods Victoria’s cheeks as she tries to squirm out of my hold. “Daddy, no! I don’t want Caleb! I just want you!”

Her words wind their way around my heart. Knowing she wants me and only me, well, it’s more than I could have dared to hope for.

But as touched as I am by her distress, I also can’t allow such naughtiness to go unpunished. “Daddy isn’t going anywhere, little one. But since your tummy is so upset, I will need Caleb’s help to clean out any nasty little bugs that might have gotten in there.”

“My tummy feels lots better, Daddy, I swear!”

I’m sure it does, now that she knows another enema is on the table. Perhaps after this she’ll think twice about trying to deceive me. “Be that as it may, I’m not taking any chances with my precious little one.”

Behind me, I hear the door open and close again before Caleb speaks. “What can I help you with, Mr. Stone?”

“It seems my Little girl has a tummy ache. Will you mix up an enema bag for me?” I glance over my shoulder, meeting Caleb’s unreadable gaze. “And add a bit of soap to the water, so we can be sure she’sextraclean.”

Delight, the kind only another true sadist can experience, glimmers in Caleb’s dark eyes before he inclines his head. “Right away, Mr. Stone.”

“Daddy, I don’t need an enema, I swear! My tummy is fine!”

Still holding her legs in the air, more for the humiliation of putting her on display than out of any necessity, I frown down at her. “You aren’t ill?”

Victoria goes still, her eyes widening as if she’s suddenly just realized her error. “Umm…”

“Victoria Rose. Tell Daddy the truth right now. Were you actually feeling sick? Or did you lie?” I already know the answer, of course, but if she confesses now I might be willing to show her some leniency.

Might.

But my little thief immediately backtracks. “I didn’t lie, Daddy. I don’t feel good.”

“Then stop fussing. An enema will clean out whatever it is that’s making your tummy feel so yucky.”

Brown eyes glistening with tears, she sniffles pitifully. “But I don’t wanna.”

---