Page 177 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Roman, there’s Daddy-Little girl confidentiality, right?”

“Uh, in what context?” he asked.

“Daddy told you all about my spanking and I think that should have been confidential between the two of us. He broke our confidentiality agreement and therefore, must be punished.”

Wow.

She should have been a lawyer. She was so smart.

“Ahh, I see. Well, if he’d told someone out of the family, then yes, I believe you would have a case. However, there are four of us in this relationship so we will need to share information with each other regarding your care.”

“But that wasn’t about my care,” she protested.

Roman just eyed her sternly. “Wasn’t it? What about if you winced while sitting down, do you not think that Alexei would be worried unless he knew that Salem had spanked you? And we need to know about sub-drop. I was reading about it while Salem got you ready for the picnic. If not handled properly, it can be very distressing for the person experiencing it.”

“Oh, fine. I guess Daddy doesn’t get a spanking. Tonight,” she tacked on as she took some of the soup.

“Daddy won’t ever get a spanking,” Salem countered.

“We’ll see,” she said before Roman fed her another spoonful of soup.

It was a bit cold, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that.

A few spoonfuls later, she shook her head. “I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t think that was enough food,” Roman countered, frowning down at the bowl.

“How about two more spoonfuls and then you get some dessert?” Salem countered.

“Dessert? What dessert?”

“Two more spoonfuls and you can find out,” Salem told her.

“Daddy, you’re so mean sometimes. Isn’t he, Atlas?” She brought Atlas up to her ear so she could listen to him. “Atlas agrees with me.”

“He did? Let me have a listen,” Alexei said, taking him from her. “Oh no, he told me that Little girls have to eat all of their dinner or they don’t get dessert.”

All of it?

Atlas was such a traitor!

“I’ll eat the two spoonfuls,” she said hastily.

“Thought that might be the best choice,” Alexei told her.

She ate the soup and then wriggled around a bit, trying to get comfortable.

“Would you like to sit on your own?” Roman asked her. “You seem uncomfortable sitting there.”

“Hmm, I don’t think she’s uncomfortable. I think someone lied to us about needing to pee,” Alexei said.

“No, I didn’t. I mean . . . I didn’t really need to pee before. Now might be a different story.”

Alexei stood and she let out a cry.

Do not smack him in the nose.

These guys had to stop catching her by surprise. It was going to end in disaster one day. Didn’t matter how much she found herself trusting them . . . it was instinct.

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