Page 46 of Protecting Little Phoebe

He smiled at her, looking indulgent. But he didn’t realize that she meant every word.

“Did the spanking help, then?” he asked.

Phoebe eyed him suspiciously. “I guess so. But don’t get any crazy ideas about spanking me more often.”

“Then you might want to behave yourself, little girl,” he told her.

She wrinkled her nose. “I dunno, sounds kind of boring.”

“You’re going to keep an old man on his toes, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“Daddy, you’re not that old. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Sassy.” He started tickling her and she giggled as she tried to escape him.

Finally, he stopped and hugged her tight again.

“Such a good girl. Precious girl. My girl.”

She slumped against him. Yep, he always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“Do you want to do some playing, little girl?” Barren asked her.

Her whole face lit up. As though he was offering her the crown jewels or unlimited candy. Part of him hated that. Hated that she had never had the opportunity to play and be herself in asafe environment. But there was also a part of him that liked that he was the first Daddy she’d ever had.

Did that make him an asshole? Maybe. But he couldn’t help the way he felt.

“Yes, please!”

“Let’s get your clothes back on you.” He stood her on her feet and grabbed her tights off the floor, helping her back into them and then he stood and crouched so he could help her put her slippers back on.

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, little girl. Such lovely manners. Before you start playing, I just have one thing to tell you.”

She was fidgeting, moving her weight from foot to foot. “What is it, Daddy? What is it? The town is waiting for me.” She gestured toward the playmat on the floor which had roads and buildings printed on it. There were some toy cars set to one side.

Ahh, so that’s what she was dying to play with?

“It’s about your car. Zeus contacted me and said that he’ll have it dropped off tomorrow.”

“Yay!” She danced around. “Now, Daddy?”

“Go for it, my baby.”

She skipped over to the cars and sat on the floor before grimacing and moving onto her knees.

“Sore bottom, little girl?” he asked.

Phoebe sent him a quelling look. “Yes, Daddy. You spank too hard.”

“I disagree. I think I spank just hard enough.”

A huff of breath escaped her as she picked up a car and drove it along the road, making noises.

Oh, that was so cute.

“Vrooomm-Vrooomm. Crash! Oh no!” she cried. “There’s been an accident, Daddy!”

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