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“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m being spanked because instead of telling anyone where I was going or selecting a bar where on any given night our friends will be at, I went out alone. I drank without a plan on how to get home. I put myself in a bad situation.” Kennedy blew out a long breath.

“Tell me what could have happened if I hadn’t picked you up.”

She stayed quiet, likely in her head again. I landed a few more hard slaps to her thighs.

“Ouch! Leon could have taken advantage of me. Forced me into his car or worse things. I hope he wasn’t driving, but it could have become very dangerous for me.”

I continued the spanking, keeping the focus on her thighs. They were hot-pink and warm to the touch. “What are you going to do the next time you want to go out?”

“Let you know where I’m going.”

“Close. What are you going to do before you make plans, sweetheart?”

“Oh. Um. Let you know where I want to go because you’ll ensure I have a ride or people to go with. You don’t want me to put myself in danger again.”

“Good girl. That’s exactly right.”

We sat there in silence for a few minutes while I rubbed her bottom, kneading my fingers into each of her warmed cheeks. It was not for pleasure, and she hissed several times.

“I have decided I do not like punishment spankings,” she announced.

Despite the seriousness of our discussion, I broke out into laughter.

“I’m glad to hear that. It means I’ve gotten through to you. Follow the rules, babygirl, and you won’t find yourself over Daddy’s knee.”

“What about Alden?”

“No, I will not be putting Alden across my lap.”

“Daddy!”

“He usually prefers other methods of punishment rather than spanking,” I said in response to her question about Alden’s tactics. “Rest assured we’ll keep your ass pink, but I’d rather do it for fun and not for discipline.”

“Thank you for explaining. Do you think he’s going to be mad at us?”

Fixing her panties and t-shirt, I smoothed them down her body. If I touched her for too long we’d wind up back in the bedroom and it wasn’t the time.

I’d been worried since I announced our throuple to Kennedy last night that Alden might be angry that I made a decision without him. Hopefully the outcome of us being together would overrule anything else. “No, babygirl. Alden is going to be thrilled. Let’s go raid his snacks.”

Chapter Eleven

Kennedy

Walking around with a deliciously sore ass, still plugged with a small but effective toy from last night left me feeling incredibly loved. I did not enjoy the punishment spanking but somehow the stern, dominant side of Wyatt made me respect him even more. We should have hashed it all out before I’d agreed to a relationship, but hindsight was twenty-twenty. Searching for snacks along the island in Alden’s kitchen, I saw a piece of paper in front of the cabinet.

“This is weird. It says National Western Complex slash Denver Coliseum. Does this mean something to you?”

Wyatt rubbed his chin and took the paper. His pupils grew wide. “Shit! This is serious. We have to go.”

I wondered what I was missing. “What? Go where?”

“That’s an arena in Denver.” Wyatt narrowed his eyes. “Alden hasn’t been in the ring since Phantom got hurt.”

I sucked in a breath. The implications were staring me in the face. “You don’t think Alden is planning to compete? I mean, he wouldn’t.”

“He could be. Let’s go talk to him.”

“And say what?”

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