Page 42 of Protecting Little Phoebe

As Phoebe wrote her lines, Barren drew out his phone. With her permission, he’d asked to see the paperwork she would have filled out before coming to the Ranch. On it were her limits, likes, and dislikes.

He skimmed over them. There wasn’t much there that he hadn’t figured out. Her limits included having the cane used on her as well as being humiliated. She also didn’t want to be tied up when being disciplined.

She hadn’t ticked diaper play as an interest which was fine with him. But he did think she might enjoy the crib and perhaps a pacifier. He’d like to get her something to use instead of chewing on her nail.

Barren researched some ideas. He’d need to take her to the shop here and see if they had anything. Oh, and he had to make a call to the mechanic. Bringing up the number, he got his voicemail and left a message.

“Finished, Daddy!” she cried.

“Really? That was quick, little girl,” he said as he rose to go over to where she sat in the corner. He’d found some paper and a hardcover book so she could use that to write on. He took the paper and started counting the lines.

“You don’t need to count them, Daddy! There’s twenty-five.”

“Hmm, but in some of these lines you’re missing words. You need to re-do them. Lines seventeen, twenty-one and twenty-three.”

She sighed. “Are you sure that I have to re-do them? Couldn’t you just let me off because of good behavior?”

He snorted. “I wish I could. But no. Re-do them.”

“Gosh, you’re very strict, Daddy.”

“I can be stricter if I need to be,” he said in a stern voice as his phone beeped with a message.

“No, no, I got this.”

As she redid the lines, he checked his phone and saw a message from Zeus that they’d drop her vehicle off tomorrow. That was good.

“Now I’m finished, Daddy!” she cried, holding up the piece of paper.

“Bring it over here, little girl.”

She jumped up and skipped over, plopping herself down in his lap which made him smile. It seemed that when she was happy, she just let herself do what felt good. And what felt good to her definitely felt good to him.

He checked the lines. “What a good girl you are. All done.”

“Yay!” she clapped her hands and bounced on his lap.

“Whoa, careful there, little girl. We don’t want to cause any injuries.”

“Oops, sorry, Daddy. Spaghetti and meatballs okay?”

“And we also don’t want to call anything spaghetti and meatballs,” he added.

She giggled and he had to smile again before he set the piece of paper to one side. Then he stood her on her feet, turning her around to face him. He held her hips as he stared up at her.

“Now, we have another punishment to take care of.”

That lower lip slid out.

He swore that she was testing his control with that pout, but he wasn’t going to bend. He only wanted to do what was best for her, and if he let her break the rules without consequence now, it wouldn’t end well. She might start to think he would never back up what he said with action.

“Right, little girl. You’re going over my lap. I’m only going to spank you with my hand this time. But if you break this samerule again, you might find yourself getting spanked with my belt or a paddle.”

Her eyes widened. “A paddle? The belt?”

“That’s right. What’s your safe word?”

“Red,” she replied.

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